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Bakugou forgets his lunch, and his pregnant partner brings it to him

“…Shit.”

Kirishima laughed from across the room. “Dude, you okay?”

“Tch. Forgot my damn lunch,” Bakugou growled, arms crossed. He could already imagine you at home, probably resting like he told you to do. He pulled his phone out, ready to text you don’t worry about it, when the door of his office slid open.

And there you were.

Waddling. Clearly pregnant. Holding his lunch bag.

Bakugou’s brain completely short-circuited.

“…What the hell are you doing here?” he snapped, already out of his seat, panic replacing irritation.

You smiled up at him, one hand on your lower back. “Hi, baby.”

“Why are you here?!” he hissed, hands hovering like he didn’t know whether to grab the bag or support you. “You’re supposed to be resting!”

You blinked at him, confused. “You forgot your lunch, so I brought it. I’m fine, Katsuki.”

He stared. “You walked all the way here?!”

“I waddled,” you corrected gently, amused. “Baby, I’m fine, it’s good exercise and I just couldn’t let you go hungry.”

Bakugou took the bag like it was fragile and then immediately put a hand on your arm.

“Thanks, babe, but I could’ve bought somethin’. You didn’t need to come all this way.”

Your expression fell just a little.

“…Oh.”

Uh-oh.

Bakugou saw your lips tremble, eyes getting glassy, and immediately panicked harder.

“You wouldn’t eat the food I made you,” you sniffed, hugging your belly.

“What—no!” he barked instantly. “Of course I would! The hell are you talkin’ about?”

You wiped at your eye, voice small. “You said you could’ve bought something.”

He froze, then groaned, rubbing his face. “That’s not—dammit, that’s not what I meant.”

You sniffed again. “I just wanted to take care of you.”

Bakugou dropped his voice, crouching a little so he was eye-level with you. “Hey. Hey. I love that you made this. I just didn’t want you pushin’ yourself.”

You looked up at him. “…You’re not mad?”

“No,” he said immediately. “I’m grateful. And worried. And I’m eatin’ every damn bite.”

Your face brightened instantly, like a switch flipped.

A smile bloomed. “You’re welcome.”

He huffed, pressing a kiss to your forehead despite being in the hallway. “You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“Tch. Yeah yeah .”

He walked you back toward the exit, one protective hand hovering near your back. “I’m callin’ a driver next time.”

You gasped. “Katsuki!”

“Not arguable.”

Later that evening, you were in the kitchen making yourself a snack something sweet and salty when the front door opened.

“I’m home,” Bakugou called.

Before you could answer, he was already behind you, arms carefully wrapping around your waist, lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“How was your day?” he asked, softer than he’d ever sound to anyone else.

You leaned into him. “Good. The baby was very active.”

“Tch. Figures,” he muttered fondly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Thanks again for the lunch. Best damn meal I’ve had all week.”

You smiled, warm and content. “You’re welcome.”

He squeezed you just a little. “Now sit down. I’ll finish that snack.”

“Bossy.”

“Protective,” he corrected.

a/n: I love writing baku fluff 🥺

Bakugou noticed it before you ever said a word.

Your movements were slower than usual, shoulders slumped, eyes dull with exhaustion as you tried to keep up with Emi toddling around the living room. You smiled for her, always did but Katsuki could see the strain beneath it. The way your hands trembled just slightly. The sigh you let out when you thought no one was watching.

“Oi,” he said, already scooping Emi up before you could protest. “We’re goin’ to my ma’s.”

“Huh-Katsuki—?”

“You’re beat,” he cut in, firm but not harsh. “I’ve got it.”

Before you could argue, he was already grabbing his keys, Emi giggling as she clung to his neck. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Rest. Don’t move.”

The apartment felt strangely quiet without them. You barely realized how tired you were until you sank onto the couch, the tension finally leaving your body. By the time Bakugou came back, the sky was darker and your eyes were heavy.

He didn’t say much when he returned just nudged you gently toward the bathroom.

“I drew you a bath. Get in.”

The water was warm, almost hot, steam curling around the room as he helped you step in. His hands were careful as he washed you, scrubbing away the day with slow, grounding motions. Soap, warmth, Katsuki’s presence it all made your chest ache.

Afterward, he dressed you in clean, oversized clothes, soft fabric that smelled like him. Dinner was already waiting by the time you shuffled to the table—simple, warm, and filling.

You barely made it through half before he guided you to the couch, pulling you against his chest. His arm wrapped around you as he rubbed slow circles into your back.

That’s when it hit you.

Tears welled up before you could stop them, eyes glossy as you buried your face against him. “Thank you suki,” you whispered, voice breaking. “You’re the best.”

He pulled you closer seeing your vulnerable position. His lips pressed gently to the top of your head, lingering there.

“Anything for you.” he murmured, voice low and steady.

bakugou gets his hair cut and gets your reaction (spoiler: you love it!!)

a/n: I came up with this during my stats class 😭

Katsuki never gets his hair cut, but you insisted this time because it was getting messy. You were starting to regret that decision.

You were in the class lounge sitting on the kitchen island, biting your nails nervously.

“wait Mina I’m actually scared.”

“What if it looks bad? I won’t be able to look at him the same.”

You dramatically placed a had on your face.

“Girl bye it’ll be okay. Hair grows”

“Oh please when kiri cut his hair, you were upset.”

“okay but that’s because it was too short but it wasn’t bad.”

“Right…it’s not like you called him—“ you paused, smirking, “whatever that comparison was.”

You both laughed.

As you continued chatting, you heard the door open.

Your head turned and saw it was kiri

“Omg kiri is it bad. Do i need to prepare myself”

He shined a toothy grin

“Don’t worry I honestly think you’ll like it.”

After followed bakugou who walked in.

He had a low taper fade, his spikes tamed and nicely cut. He looked goooddd

You ran to him and jumped up—showering him with kisses

“What’s with you woman?”

he scrunched his face as he held you close, preventing you from sliding down

“You look so handsome baby!”

“Tsk it’s nothing special. Just fixed my hair a bit”

Mina and kiri were watching you as she shared a snarky comment

“Looks like y/n likes it. Funny how she was scared that you would be ugly.”

she laughs.

You snapped your head up and glared before grabbing his hand and leading him to your room.

“Why are we here?” he asked, sounding suspicious.

“What? Can’t take my boyfriend to my room.”

He watched you carefully, like he was trying to figure something out.

The rest of the time, you were all over him. When he laid on your bed, you peppered his face with kisses. When he went to the bathroom to fix his hair after you messed it up, you sat on the counter, just admiring him. The whole day, you were basically glued to him.

Later that night, you went to his room while he was doing homework and climbed onto his lap, kissing him.

“You’ve been all over me today.” He said with small chuckle, kissing you back.

“Idk I’m just really digging this style on you. You should get it more often.”

You smiled into the kiss as he forgot all about the homework in front of him. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in his hair.

He pulled away slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

The studio lights were so bright.

Bakugou Katsuki sat back in his chair, arms crossed, scowl permanently etched into his face as cameras flashed like fireworks. The host was grinning way too hard for his liking.

“So, Dynamight,” the interviewer said, shuffling cue cards, “you’ve officially held a Top 5 Pro Hero ranking for three consecutive years now. How does it feel?”

“Tch.” Bakugou scoffed. “Means I’m doing my job right. Don’t see why that’s worth throwin’ a parade over.”

The audience laughed nervously. The host chuckled. “Still humble as ever.”

“Didn’t say that.”

Another question. Another flash.

They asked about his combat style. His work ethic. His rivals. His fans.

“Speaking of fans,” the host continued, “you have one of the most… dedicated fanbases in hero society. How do you feel about all the attention?”

Bakugou’s eye twitched. “They scream, they buy merch, they stay outta my way. That’s the ideal relationship.”

More laughter. His manager, seated just off-camera, gave him a warning look.

Then the host hesitated.

“Alright,” he said slowly, “this next question has been trending nonstop.”

Bakugou already didn’t like where this was going.

“Recently, paparazzi photos surfaced of you walking through Musutafu late at night with a woman. The host cleared his throat, “people are wondering. Are you involved in a romantic relationship?”

The room went silent.

Bakugou’s glare snapped straight to the camera.

“You stalkers are like hell,” he snapped.

“Since when is my personal life your damn business?”

His manager leaned in fast, whispering urgently, “Bakugou chill. Don’t explode on live TV.”

Bakugou clenched his jaw. For a second, everyone thought he might actually storm off.

Instead, he inhaled slowly.

Once.
Twice.

“…Tch.”

He leaned forward.

“Yeah,” he said, voice lower, steadier. “I am.”

The host blinked. “You… are?”

Bakugou nodded. “Been a while now.”

A shocked murmur rippled through the studio.

“And—” the host pressed carefully,

“anything you’d like to say about her?”

Bakugou didn’t hesitate.

“She’s amazing,” he said simply. “Strong. Smart. Puts up with my crap.” A pause. “…Probably the best thing in my life.” He said smiling softly

The internet was on fire, they’ve never seen him so vulnerable but Bakugou wasn’t done.

He reached into his pocket.

His manager’s eyes widened. “Wait—”

Bakugou pulled out his phone and turned it toward the camera.

The screen lit up.

You.

Caught mid-laugh, eyes soft, hand reaching toward the camera like you’d been telling him to knock it off. It was clearly not a polished press photo just you, warm and real. The wallpaper he’d never bothered to change.

“That’s her,” Bakugou said. “So stop speculating.”

Silence.

Then absolute chaos.

Social media exploded within seconds.

BAKUGOU CONFIRMS GIRLFRIEND


TOP PRO HERO SOFT CONFIRMED???


WHO IS SHE AND WHY IS HE SMILING???

You were halfway through folding laundry when your phone started vibrating like it was possessed.

Buzz.

BuzzBuzzBuzzBuzz—

“What the—?”

You glanced at the screen.

50+ notifications.

Then 120.

Then 300.

Your group chat was in flames.

KIRI: BRO IS THAT YOU???

MINA: GIRL CHECK THE TV RIGHT NOW

URARAKA: 😳😳😳

DEKU: Kacchan just—um—he just showed his phone…

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

You turned on the TV.

And there he was.

Bakugou Katsuki, Top 5 Pro Hero, sitting under blinding studio lights your face blown up on a massive screen behind him.

“That’s her,” he said, scowl intact. “So stop speculating.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth.

“That idiot,” you whispered.

Your phone buzzed again.

Katsuki: Told ‘em. Deal with it, yeah?

You were checking people’s vitals when the infirmary door slid open with a sharp sound.

“Where’s the old lady?” Bakugou asked, already irritated.

You glanced up from your clipboard.

“Recovery Girl’s with another student right now,” you said softly. “But I can help.”

He blinked.

“You?”

You gave him a small smile. “I’m training under the healing course. You’re in good hands, I promise.”

He clicked his tongue. “Fine. I guess.”

You gestured toward the bed. “What happened?”

“Training.”

You waited.

He sighed dramatically. “Blast recoil messed with my shoulder.”

You nodded, stepping closer. “Left or right?”

“…Right.”

You moved carefully, fingers light against his shoulder as you examined the muscle.

“Does it hurt here?” you asked softly.

He flinched, barely. “Yeah.”

“And here?”

“…A little.”

You stepped closer, thumb pressing gently along the joint.

He tensed immediately.

“Relax,” you murmured. “I won’t make it worse.”

“…I’m not tense.”

“You are.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away.

You pressed again, slower this time.

He inhaled sharply through his teeth.

“That’s inflamed,” you said. “You pushed past your limit.”

“I didn’t.”

You gave him a look.

His eyes flicked to yours and then away.

“…Maybe a little.”

You wrapped his shoulder carefully, movements slow and steady. Not rushed. Not rough.

When you finished, you stepped back.

“Take it easy for two days.”

He scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Then I’ll see you again soon.”

He rolled his eyes.

He didn’t argue.

The next week, the door opened again.

You didn’t look up immediately.

“What’s the problem this time?” you asked casually.

There was a beat of silence.

“…This time?”

Now you looked up.

A shallow cut ran across his cheekbone. Another along his forearm.

You raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

“Tch. My quirk acted up.”

You stepped closer. When you reached for his face, he froze for half a second before letting you.

You cleaned the cut gently.

His eyes did not leave you.

From then on, it was a weekly routine for Bakugou to stop by.

Sometimes with real injuries.

Sometimes with scratches that absolutely did not require medical attention.

The Bakusquad noticed.

“Dude,” Kirishima grinned one day in the hallway, “you’ve been in the infirmary a lot.”

“I get hurt. It happens.”

“Uh-huh,” Kaminari smirked. “And it’s always when she’s working.”

Bakugou’s glare was lethal.

But the words stuck.

Always when she’s working.

That night, he lay on his bed in the dorm, staring at the ceiling.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

He replayed the last few weeks in his head.

The shoulder. The cuts. The wrist that absolutely did not feel weird.

His brow furrowed.

He did not need to go that often.

He trained harder than anyone. He pushed himself harder than anyone. Injuries happened.

That was it.

Except.

He could have gone to Recovery Girl.

He could have waited.

He thought about the way you said, I believe you.

The way you never sounded doubtful. Never looked at him like he was reckless. Just concerned.

His chest tightened.

“Tch.”

He rolled onto his side.

He did not have a crush on you.

That was stupid.

He did not have time for stupid.

He was going to be the best hero. That required focus. Discipline. Control.

He did not walk across campus just because the infirmary was quiet.

He did not feel calmer when you were near.

He did not notice the way your hands were careful with him but firm when he needed it.

He did not.

He stared at the wall.

Then why did Kaminari’s voice keep echoing in his head.

It’s always when she’s working.

His jaw clenched.

“…Shut up,” he muttered to no one.

He buried his face into his pillow.

This was annoying.

The next time he went, he told himself it was just to prove something.

You looked up as the door slid open.

“You again,” you said warmly.

“Tch. Don’t sound so happy.”

“I don’t fake smiles,” you replied lightly. “I like my job.”

That made him pause.

You stepped closer. “What happened?”

“Nothing major.”

You cleaned a small scrape near his jaw.

“Why do you push yourself so hard?” you asked casually.

“What kind of question is that?”

“You don’t do anything halfway. There’s usually a reason.”

He stared at the ceiling.

“…I wanna be the best.”

You didn’t laugh.

You didn’t question him.

“I believe you.”

His fingers curled slightly against the edge of the bed.

There it was again.

That tight feeling in his chest.

After that, the visits changed.

They got quieter.

Longer.

He lingered even when he was perfectly fine.

“You’re not hurt today,” you noted once.

“So?”

“So why are you here?”

He leaned against the counter then shrugged.

“Thought my wrist felt weird.”

You walked around the desk and gently took his hand.

His pulse was steady.

Strong.

You looked up at him slowly.

“Bakugou.”

“…What.”

“You know you don’t have to keep pretending something’s wrong to see me, right?”

Silence.

He did not pull his hand away.

“You can just come by.”

Something shifted in his expression.

The denial from his dorm. The arguments he made to himself.

All of it felt stupid standing this close to you.

He exhaled sharply.

Before he could overthink it, he stepped closer.

Close enough that your breath almost mingled.

“Will you go out with me,” he said, voice lower than usual, rough around the edges, “and depending on your answer, I’ll stop.”

There.

No excuses.

Your heart skipped.

You rolled your eyes playfully, though your cheeks were warm.

“Yeah. I’ll go out with you if you promise to stop.”

For a second, he just stared.

Like he genuinely had not considered the possibility you would say yes.

Then relief flickered across his face before that slow grin spread.

“You got it.”

He stepped toward the door.

“I’ll text you.”

He paused.

“…Don’t cancel.”

Your smile softened.

“I won’t.”

He left the infirmary looking victorious, only to immediately be surrounded by Kirishima and Kaminari.

“DID YOU ASK HER?”

“BRO YOU’RE SMILING.”

“SHUT UP.”

You heard the explosion outside.

You just laughed quietly to yourself.

Because Bakugou Katsuki did not get hurt to see you anymore.

He did not need an excuse.

He just walked in and asked.

And somehow, that meant more.

text messages between you and Baku!!

a/n: this has been blowing up on TikTok and I find it hilarious so why not bring our favorite explosion boy into it

You and bakugou were out in town hanging out when you wanted to go to your fave cafe shop to get a pastry and latte. The warm smell of espresso and tart treats filled the air as you stood in line waiting to order.

When it was your turn, you stepped forward.

“Hi! Can I get an iced chai latte with almond milk please?”

The barista nodded, typing it in

Then you turned slowly to Bakugou.

“Babe…am I allowed to have avocado toast with that?”

Silence.

He looked at you with a deadpan stare.

“The fuck did you just ask me”

You kept your face innocent. “Can I get avocado toast? I don’t know if I’m allowed to have it with my latte.”

The barista froze mid-typing.

Bakugou’s eyes flickered to her.

She was absolutely listening and judging.

His jaw tightened.

“You don’t need my permission to get your food,” he said flatly. Then lower, rougher, “Quit playin.”

You tilted your head. “So… I can’t?”

The barista’s eyebrows lifted just slightly.

Bakugou noticed.

Oh, he noticed.

He straightened, glare sharp enough to crack glass. “You got a problem?” he snapped at the barista.

She immediately looked down. “N-No! Avocado toast coming right up!”

He clicked his tongue.

“Making me look bad…” he muttered under his breath.

“You but back a laugh. “Great!”

Bakugou stepped up, already pulling his wallet out.

“I’ll pay.”

You blinked. “Baby, do you want anything?”

“No, I’m fine .”

He paid without hesitation.

Because of course he was going to.

“Let’s just sit down and wait for your food”

Once you sat by the window, sunlight spilling over the table, you noticed how stiff he was. Arms crossed. Leg bouncing slightly. Still annoyed.

You leaned forward.

“Suki… it was just a prank.”

He didn’t look at you.

“I know you let me get whatever I want.”

Still nothing.

You leaned closer and kissed his cheek quickly.

His ears went red instantly.

“Don’t do that,” he muttered, though he didn’t move away.

“Why?”

He finally looked at you not angry now. Just… bothered.

“Made me look like I don’t feed you or something.”

You softened.

“Aw. You worried people think you don’t take care of me?”

“Shut up.” His gaze flicked away. “’Course I take care of you. I always do.”

And there it was.

Soft Bakugou.

Right then the barista brought your order over.

He grabbed the plate before you could.

“Eat,” he said, sliding it toward you. “Before it gets cold.”

You smiled at him.

“You’re really sweet, you know.”

He scoffed, face still pink.

“Yeah, whatever.”

But under the table, his hand found yours and he didn’t let go.

bonus scene:

Next day, you’re in school vibrating in your seat when you had tea to spill.

Kirishima leaned forward first. “Okay, why are you smiling like that?”

Mina popped up behind you immediately. “Yeah, what happened? You look evil.”

You covered your mouth dramatically.

“So yesterday… I did the ‘am I allowed to eat this?’ prank on Bakugou.”

“You WHAT?!” Kaminari nearly fell out of his chair.

Across the room, Bakugou’s eye twitched.

“I heard that.”

You ignored him.

“We were at a café and I turned to him and went, ‘Babe… am I allowed to get avocado toast?’”

Mina slapped the desk. “NO.”

“Yes.”

Sero was already wheezing. “There’s no way you’re still alive.”

Kirishima wiped a fake tear. “That’s so manly of you.”

From across the room

“The hell do you mean manly?!” Bakugou barked.

You continued dramatically, “And the barista was judging him.”

Mina gasped. “OH MY GOD.”

“I kept asking if I was allowed.”

Kaminari clutched his chest. “You’re sick.”

Bakugou stood up suddenly.

The room went quiet.

He stomped over to your desk, shadow falling over you.

“You done?”

You looked up innocently.

“Maybe.”

He leaned down slightly, voice low so only you could hear.

“You think that was funny?”

You smiled sweetly. “A little.”

His eyes narrowed… but his ears were red.

“I paid for your food.”

“Ooooh!” Mina squealed from behind you. “He paid?!”

Bakugou shot her a look that could kill.

“Shut it, Pinky.”

Kirishima grinned. “Bro, that’s actually kinda sweet.”

Bakugou crossed his arms again, glaring at everyone.

“Like I’d let her pay.”

The class went quiet for half a second.

You blinked.

“…Wait. What?”

He froze.

Realizing what he’d just admitted.

a/n: this was so funny to write!

The soft glow of your bedside lamp lit the room in warm gold while the rest of the house slept. Your phone was balanced against the lamp, angled perfectly toward your bed.

You quickly checked the screen.

“Okay, ready,” you whispered.

Beside you, Katsuki Bakugou leaned back against your headboard with a sigh, arms loosely crossed over his chest.

“You dragged me here for this stupid trend.”

“You said you’d do it,” you reminded him.

“I said I’d try it.”

You scooted closer under the blankets, already smiling.

“It’s the one where we close our eyes and open them if we’d eat the fast food.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You hit record.

“Eyes closed,” you said.

Both of you leaned back against the pillows and shut your eyes.

The audio began playing softly from your phone.

“McDonald’s.”

Neither of you moved.

A few seconds passed.

Bakugou muttered, “Mid.”

You bit back a laugh.

The audio continued.

“Burger King.”

Still nothing.

You stayed perfectly still beside him.

Then—

“Chipotle.”

Your eyes popped open immediately.

At the exact same moment, Bakugou’s red eyes opened too.

You both froze.

Slowly, you turned your head toward him.

He was already looking at you.

There was a brief pause.

“…Oh,” he said.

Your face warmed instantly.

You quickly reached over and stopped the recording.

Bakugou huffed out a quiet laugh as he pulled you closer by the waist, kissing you like he’d been waiting for an excuse to do it all night.

A little while later, you restarted the recording.

Your hair was already a little messy now, soft strands falling into your face as you sat back against the headboard again.

The audio resumed.

“Taco Bell.”

You kept your eyes shut.

A second passed.

Then two.

You peeked one eye open.

Bakugou’s eyes were still firmly closed.

You immediately sat up a little.

“ARE YOU FOR REAL?”

He cracked one eye open at your voice.

“Bro,” he said flatly. “It’s so bad.”

(the disrespect I love Taco Bell)

You stared at him in disbelief.

“You’re insane.”

“Tastes like cardboard.”

You snorted and leaned forward to stop the video again.

“Okay whatever, continue.”

You reset the audio.

“Eyes closed again.”

Bakugou obeyed, clearly amused now.

The next food played.

“Chick-fil-A.”

Your eyes opened instantly.

So did his.

The second you both realized, you burst into quiet laughter.

Before you could say anything, Bakugou grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss.

This time it lasted longer—laughing between kisses, your hands tangling in his hair while his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer across the bed.

At some point his glasses got pushed off and forgotten somewhere in the blankets, and by the time you finally reached over to stop the recording, his hair was completely ruffled

Later, you sat back against him while watching the video.

Your hair was definitely messy now, soft pieces falling everywhere from being buried in the pillows earlier.

Bakugou had one arm wrapped around your waist while you scrolled through the clip.

On the screen you could see:

No reaction for McDonald’s.

No reaction for Burger King.

Both of you immediately opening your eyes for Chipotle.

You laughing at Taco Bell.

And then the Chick-fil-A moment before the video cut off.

Bakugou rested his chin on your shoulder, watching over you.

“…I like this trend,” he murmured.

You laughed softly.

“Oh really?”

His arms tightened slightly around you as he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to the side of your neck.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, resting there afterward.

“…We should do more.”

The next morning…

You woke up to your phone vibrating like it was possessed.

Still half-asleep, you grabbed it from your nightstand while Bakugou slept beside you, one arm lazily thrown over your waist. His hair was still a little ruffled from the night before and his glasses were finally back on the nightstand where you’d found them earlier.

You squinted at your notifications.

1.2M views

“…what.”

Your eyes widened.

“WHAT—”

Bakugou groaned beside you, pulling the blanket over his head.

“Why are you yelling.”

You shoved the phone in his face.

“It has over a million views!”

He squinted at the screen.

“…The hell?”

Then the comments started loading.

And unfortunately…

Most of them were from your classmates.

You buried your face in your pillow.

“I can’t go to class ever again.”

Bakugou was staring at the screen like it had personally insulted him.

Bakugou tossed the phone back to you and flopped onto the pillow.

“I hate all of them.”

You were laughing so hard your eyes watered.

“This is the best day of my life.”

He glanced at you.

“…You’re never making me do a trend again.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Even if it gets two million views?”

Bakugou paused.

After giving birth to your baby, you notice some changes about your body making you feel self conscious. But, your husbands know exactly how to comfort you 🥺

Nanami ❤︎ stretch marks

The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric as you fold laundry, movements slower than they used to be. When you catch your reflection in the mirror, your hands still.

Faint lines stretch across your stomach, pale but unmistakable. Evidence of months spent growing someone else’s heartbeat inside you. Some days you can accept them. Today isn’t one of those days.

Nanami comes up behind you, instinctively reaching to pull you into his chest.

You tense and gently push his arm away.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “I just… I don’t feel comfortable right now.”

He pauses. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head, eyes burning. “My body doesn’t look or feel the same. I feel disgusting.”

Nanami turns you to face him fully, expression firm but gentle.

“Don’t say that.”

His voice is steady, certain.

“This body carried our child. It endured everything so they could live. That is not something to hide from.”

He doesn’t touch you again only looks at you like this truth is unshakable.

“You are beautiful because of what you’ve done. Especially because of it.”

Geto ❤︎ body acne

The bathroom mirror fogs as the shower warms, and you slip your shirt off slowly, turning your back toward the glass. Red marks scatter across your shoulders and down your chest, stubborn and sore.

You hesitate.

Geto leans against the doorway, towel slung over his shoulder.

“You starting without me?”

You shake your head, already reaching for another shirt. “I—I’ll be a minute.”

His eyes soften. “What’s wrong?”

You avoid his gaze. “My skin looks bad. I don’t want you to see it.”

Geto steps closer, voice calm, almost amused not mocking, just gentle.

“You mean the skin that’s healing? The skin that’s been through stress, hormones, recovery?”

He tilts his head.

“That’s not something I find ugly.”

You swallow.

“And if you still want privacy,” he adds easily, “I’ll wait. But don’t think for a second that this changes how I see you.”

Gojo ❤︎ small butt

You were supposed to be excited.

It’s your first real night out together since the baby just dinner, just the two of you. The dress Gojo picked hangs neatly on the hanger, expensive and pretty.

You slip it on… and frown.

Turning sideways, then back again, you sigh under your breath.

“Ugh. I look so flat.”

Gojo appears in the doorway, hands in his pockets.

“Flat where?”

You gesture vaguely. “Everywhere. This dress doesn’t help.”

He blinks, then grins like he’s genuinely confused.

“You’re kidding, right?”

You cross your arms. “I’m serious.”

Gojo walks over, stopping right in front of you.

“You survived pregnancy. You grew an entire human. And this is what you’re worried about?”

Then, softer but still confident:

“You look amazing because you’re you. Not because of curves. Not because of whatever trend your brain is bullying you with.”

He flashes a smile.

“Now come on. I didn’t book reservations just to lose to a mirror.”

Toji ❤︎ flat chest You pull the top over your head and stare at yourself, jaw tightening.

It fits. Technically.

But it doesn’t sit right, doesn’t fill out the way it’s clearly meant to.

You step out of the bedroom. “Toji… this makes me look like a kid.”

Toji looks up from the couch, eyes sweeping over you once—slow, unapologetic.

“…You serious?”

He stands, hands in his pockets, smirk already forming. “Come on, ma.”

Your face heats. “I’m being honest.”

He steps closer, lowering his voice.

“You don’t look like a kid. You look like the woman who carried my kid and still turns heads without trying.”

He tugs lightly at the fabric.

“And if this top doesn’t flatter you the way it should, that’s the top’s problem. Not yours.”

Then, smug grin fully back in place:

“But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the next one drives me crazy.”

Sukuna ❤︎ plus size

You and sukuna were working out when you paused mid-movement, breath catching as you straighten up. Your muscles ache faster these days, body heavier than it used to be.

“I should stop,” you mutter. “I don’t want to be too much.”

Sukuna scoffs immediately.

“Too much?”

He looks you over, arms crossed, expression almost offended.

“You carried life in this body. And now you think it’s fragile?”

You hesitate. “I don’t want to crush anyone.”

That earns a sharp grin.

“Please,” he says. “If anything, it proves you’re strong enough to handle more than before.”

He steps closer, voice low and confident.

“Don’t shrink yourself just because you’ve changed.”