⋆‧° 𐙚kenzie⋆.˚

FINALLY TIME TO WRITE ABOUT MY BABYYY

hawks (keigo takami) bf head-canon:

𓂃⋆.˚ keigo is physically incapable of entering a room normally when you’re there. he’ll use the door if he has to, but if the window is open, he’s absolutely landing on the windowsill first just because he knows it’ll make you sigh and say, “normal people use doors.” then he’ll grin and tell you he’s never claimed to be normal.

𓂃⋆.˚ he is, unfortunately for you, one of the biggest professional annoyances alive. if you’re cooking dinner, one of his feathers is stealing vegetables before they reach the pan. if you’re reading, another feather is slowly trying to turn the page before you’re finished. if you’re working, a feather will quietly slide a snack onto your desk because he’s decided you’ve been concentrating for too long. obviously, he won’t hesitate to take advantage of his quirk in all of his dirty-minded ways.

𓂃⋆.˚ after a while you stop asking why there are always three or four red feathers following you around the apartment because the answer is always the same: he’s multitasking. somewhere else he’s answering emails, talking to his agency and making coffee while one feather is absentmindedly fixing the blanket that slipped off your legs. he’ll never admit it but he’s just trying to secretly thread a feather in your bra.

𓂃⋆.˚ he absolutely insists on going to kfc with you at least once purely for the joke. the entire meal consists of him dramatically watching you eat nuggets with the expression of someone witnessing a crime scene before sighing and saying, “can’t believe i’m dating someone who murders my extended family for lunch. that’s cannibalism, babe.”

if you remind him that they’re regular chickens and not sentient red winged heroes, he’ll point at the bucket and quietly whisper, “that’s exactly what the villains would say, baby.”

he keeps the joke going for an absurd amount of time until you’re laughing too hard to actually finish eating.

𓂃⋆.˚ keigo is secretly a complete gaming nerd and the public has absolutely no idea: he’s all nintendo merch and stuff. he’s the reason why every game store is still open in shibuya. his apartment has an expensive television setup sitting right next to stacks of games he’s been meaning to finish for months, and the first time you visit he acts completely casual until he notices you recognize one of them.

the next thing you know, he’s already handing you a controller and insisting that you “at least try one round.”

if you beat him by accident, he immediately accuses you of secretly practicing or cheating. if he wins, he’ll spend the next twenty minutes pretending he’s the greatest player in japan while looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

𓂃⋆.˚ he talks during absolutely everything. movies, games, cooking, grocery shopping, or while you’re in the shower and he’s shaving at the sink.

somehow he always has another observation, another joke or another completely unnecessary piece of commentary ready, and the apartment feels strangely quiet whenever he’s gone for work because you don’t realize how much background noise he creates until it disappears.

𓂃⋆.˚ he falls asleep almost anywhere: on the sofa halfway through a movie, sitting beside you while you’re reading, leaning against your shoulder during long train rides or on your lap (his favorite option).

years of constantly being on alert have made him so exhausted that when he finally feels safe enough to relax, his body takes advantage of it immediately.

𓂃⋆.˚ one of the sweetest things about him is how naturally he shares space. you’ll be making coffee and suddenly realize he’s standing beside you for absolutely no reason except that he likes being where you are. he isn’t particularly clingy, he just quietly migrates toward your location like a very affectionate bird (stoooop it he’s too cute).

𓂃⋆.˚ if the two of you ever have to attend a hero event together, he becomes an absolute menace. the second endeavour walks into the room, keigo somehow finds a way to bring you into every conversation.

“did you know she beat my highest pokémon go score? that’s insane!”

“look at this picture she took of a stray cat.”

“she’s gorgeous, right? no you don’t have to tell me, i know.”

endeavour stares in complete silence while keigo looks unbearably entertained. eventually you realize he’s doing it entirely because getting the number one hero to look mildly inconvenienced has become one of his favorite hobbies.

𓂃⋆.˚ despite constantly flirting, the compliments that actually matter always come unexpectedly. you’ll be tying your hair up before leaving the house and he’ll look over for a second before casually saying, “you know, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you look anything less than ridiculously pretty.” then he’ll immediately continue scrolling through his phone as though he didn’t just completely interrupt your ability to think.

𓂃⋆.˚ because he grew up with very little genuine affection, he notices acts of care almost painfully well. if you remember his coffee order, buy his favorite chips while you’re out or send him a message reminding him to eat lunch, he acts completely relaxed about it while secretly rereading the message three more times later.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s also much quieter after difficult missions. the public sees the smiling, confident hero, but once the apartment door closes he often just takes off his jacket, sits beside you and stays there without saying much. there are evenings where he doesn’t really want advice or reassurance. he just wants proof that there’s still one place where he isn’t performing for anyone. he’ll snuggle up against you like a baby chicken and wait for cuddles.

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves flying with you, but not in the dramatic movie way everyone imagines. his favorite moments are the slow ones, high above the city after sunset when everything below starts looking small and quiet. he’ll point out ridiculous cloud shapes, complain about how heavy humans are even though carrying you clearly isn’t a problem, and laugh whenever you remind him that he volunteered to bring you.

cw : est. relationship, men who yearn, physical affection, slightly suggestive, pet names, high effort boyfriend, tattoos & piercings mentioned, not proofread, art f-tality0

ⓘ Featuring alt!choso boy friend hc's !

alt!choso is a hopeless romantic first and foremost. If he finds something he likes, he wants to share it with you, which is why your wardrobe has almost doubled since getting with him.

He'll buy matching band shirts, necklaces, shirts he's outgrown, rings, everything he thinks you'd like he'll find a reason to give you.

alt!choso has a beautiful collection of jewelry for all of his various piercings; he'll let you hold him down & switch out each little piece for fun. Jokingly grumbling for you to at least match them.

He'll pretend he's annoyed until the moment you roll off him & hold one of his mirrors up to show the mismatched jewlery.

alt!choso surprises you with DIY gifts all the time. He took up pottery in his free time & makes you little trinkets—he even surprised you with mini versions of yourselves for your birthday.

alt!choso is a very physically affectionate person; he'll walk up behind you and just press quick kisses into your shoulder while wrapping his arms around you.

He also loves when you toy with his hair & scratch at his scalp while cuddling.

alt!choso buys you posters of your favorite bands & gives them to you with your favorite candy each time he gives you one.

alt!choso lets you take the lead in bed; whether you're on top or not, whether it's rough or gentle, the pace, how long, everything's always up to you.

alt!choso loves it when you trace your fingers over his tattoos, humming in contentment at each soft touch & questions about each design scattered on his body.

He'll lie down & let you color in a few whenever you ask, as long as the markers are gentle on the skin.

bokuto kōtarō x reader ; fluff

the local arcade has a claw machine filled with ridiculous, giant plush round owls that look exactly like bokuto when he’s sulking. you’ve already wasted five hundred yen trying to grab one, and the plastic claw just dropped the toy for the fourth time.

​bokuto is standing right next to you, his face pressed flat against the glass of the machine, his hands clenched into fists against the metal trim.

​“the claw is weak!” he growls, his thick brows knitted together so sharply they almost meet. “it lacks spirit! it has no follow-through on the swing! let me fight it, y/n!”

​“you can’t fight a machine, kōtarō.”

​“watch me!”

​he grabs the joystick, slamming his palm against the big red button with a force that makes the entire cabinet rattle. the claw descends, grabs the owl by the wing, lifts it two inches—and drops it right back onto the pile.

​bokuto’s entire frame instantly collapses. the proud, spiked hair seems to droop visually, his shoulders slumping until he looks a head shorter than he actually is. his signature dejection mode hits like a physical wave. without a single word, he turns around, slides down the front of the arcade cabinet until he’s sitting flat on the dirty floor tiles, and hides his face in his knees.

​“hey,” you smile, sliding down to sit next to him, bumping your shoulder against his arm. “it’s fine. we can try again next week.”

​bokuto doesn’t look up, but his left hand shoots out from his knees like a striking snake. his large, calloused fingers wrap firmly around your wrist, pulling your arm down until your hand is resting flat against his thigh. he squeezes your fingers tightly, his palm warm and trembling just a tiny bit with a sudden, childish need.

​“i wanted to win it for you,” he mutters into his knees, his voice small and pathetic. “i wanted you to have a giant owl so you could think of me when i’m at practice. if i can’t even beat a plastic claw, i’m a terrible boyfriend.”

​you let out a soft laugh, reaching over with your free hand to ruffle his messy hair. “kōtarō, up. won’t you look at me?”

​he peeks up through his silver bangs, his golden eyes wide and blinking. the second you lean over and press a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead, his entire system completely reboots. his hair practically snaps back into its upright position, a bright, sudden crimson flush flooding his face from his throat to his ears. he lets out a loud, triumphant shout, grabbing your waist and pulling you right into his lap in the middle of the arcade. “ONE MORE TOKEN!” he yells, his face glowing. “i’m unstoppable now!”

n: wouh, i think quack requested this 🤔 @brooksviolin

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warnings // reader is female im so sorry it just flowed out of me, swearing, mentions of drunk men, smoking, kys jokes, a gun, mentioned AI once but u need to understand i will never use it

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Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. Now that his mattress has been delivered, he's back to staying in his apartment.

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The next morning, the first thing you did after waking up was check your phone. The memory of the previous day hit you all at once. Your compliment, the silence after, and the look on Katsuki’s face.

You called his face pretty. For a long moment, you considered never leaving your apartment again. Unfortunately, you had to go to work.

You slowly dragged yourself out of bed.

A few minutes later your phone buzzed with a message from Katsuki. You stared at it suspiciously. It was as if he somehow knew exactly what you were thinking about.

The conversation that followed throughout the morning was surprisingly normal. Painfully normal. There was no mention of yesterday. Instead, there was just the usual routine the two of you had somehow developed.

Small messages exchanged between responsibilities. It consisted of comments about work, reminders to eat, and occasional insults.

By lunchtime, it almost felt like yesterday hadn't happened at all. Almost.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Katsuki was trying very hard not to think about it. Unfortunately for him, thinking about something and trying not to think about something often produced the exact same result.

His injuries were healing. The bruising remained visible. The cuts were already beginning to fade. His shoulder still felt stiff whenever he moved it too quickly. Which was exactly why he'd been assigned lighter patrol duties for the day. At least it wasn’t desk work.

He found himself back at his apartment much earlier than usual. The moment he stepped through the door, his phone buzzed. You had texted him again.

Katsuki glanced at the notification. He was already halfway through a response before he consciously thought about responding. It was becoming a problem. One he preferred not to examine.

A knock at his door arrived shortly afterward. Katsuki opened it without checking. Only one person knocked like that. Sure enough, Kirishima stood on the other side.

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Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. Now that his mattress has been delivered, he's back to staying in his apartment.

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Morning sunlight filtered dimly through your bedroom window.  You barely noticed it.

Somewhere deep beneath sleep, your phone buzzed once against the nightstand before falling silent again. The sound barely registered through exhaustion still dragging heavily at your body after several days of work.

Downstairs, Katsuki was already awake.

Hero work meant inconsistent schedules. Today it meant he was leaving for an early patrol. 

Still half dressed in dark compression gear, Katsuki poured coffee into two mugs automatically before stopping halfway through the motion.

His eyes narrowed faintly at the second cup.

“Tch.” The annoyed sound lacked any real heat. Apparently his body had also gotten too used to making enough for two.

Katsuki grabbed his phone off the counter while taking a long drink from his coffee. He sends a quick message. 

Katsuki: Coffee downstairs.

He expected a response within five minutes. Ten at most.  Normally you were quick to respond.

Katsuki frowned faintly while pulling on pieces of his hero gear one by one. 

No response while he gathered equipment. No response while he checked patrol updates. No response while he headed downstairs toward the building exit. By the time he stepped outside into cool morning air, irritation had already started creeping beneath his skin.

Not because you hadn’t answered. Obviously.

People slept in. People got busy. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he kept checking his damn phone anyway.

By midmorning patrol, Katsuki had looked at his notifications at least seven separate times. His mood steadily worsened.

The city streets buzzed loudly around him while patrol stretched long beneath bright sunlight. Civilians watched when they spotted Dynamight overhead. Reporters lingered near one blocked off intersection downtown. Traffic noise echoed constantly between tall buildings.

Even with all the noise, part of his attention remained fixed stubbornly on his phone.

It was stupid. Especially because rationally, he knew exactly what happened. You were probably still asleep.

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You woke up in a panic. The room was too bright when you opened your eyes.  The clock beside your bed glared back at you.

You shot upright immediately.

“Oh no—” Your voice came out rough with sleep while you scrambled blindly for your phone buried somewhere beneath the blankets.

Several missed notifications lit up the screen. One from work. One from a friend. And one from Katsuki sent hours ago.

Katsuki: Coffee downstairs.

“Oh, shit.”

You launched yourself out of bed after that. The apartment became chaos for the next twenty minutes.

You brushed your teeth while pulling clothes on simultaneously. One shoe disappeared beneath the couch somehow. Your bag nearly got left behind entirely while rushing around the apartment trying desperately to wake yourself up enough to function. There wasn’t time for breakfast or coffee. 

Your shift was somehow even worse.

The entire day felt nonstop from the moment you arrived. You barely had time to breathe between tasks, exhaustion already dragging at your body from oversleeping and rushing through the morning without food.

It wasn’t until well into the afternoon that you finally got a moment alone where you could check your phone properly. Guilt twisted in your stomach seeing Katsuki’s unanswered message still sitting there.

You typed quickly.

You: I’m sorry.

You: I slept through my alarm and nearly died getting to work on time.

The response came far quicker than expected.

Katsuki: Idiot.

A small smile graced your face as you leaned tiredly against the break room wall while typing another response.

You: Fair.

You: Thanks for the coffee offer though.

Katsuki: You’re welcome. You always take your sweet time waking up.

Even through text messages he somehow sounded exactly like himself. Another message appeared before you could lock your phone again.

Katsuki: When are you off?

You stared at the message for a second.

You: Late.

You: Like… really late. I’ll probably get home a little before 11.  

The typing bubble appeared. Stopped. Appeared again.

Katsuki: That’s later than normal.

You laughed quietly under your breath.

You: I picked up this shift for my coworker. Unfortunately I enjoy having money.

Katsuki: Terrible personality trait.

The conversation continued slowly throughout the rest of the day after that. Just scattered messages squeezed between work and patrol whenever either of you found a free second.

The consistency of it settled warmly in your chest. Katsuki Bakugou was busy, always busy and yet he kept responding anyway.

Hours later, you managed to collapse into the break room with your lunch untouched beside you.

Your phone buzzed against the table.

Katsuki: You eat yet?

You stared at the message tiredly before answering.

You: About to.

You: Today’s been awful.

A response came a minute later.

Katsuki: Eat anyway.

You: I’m trying.

The rest of the shift dragged endlessly afterward.

By nighttime, your eyes were dry and your legs ached. The city outside had long since darkened by the time you finally left work.

All you wanted was sleep. Well, maybe a snack first. Then bed.

The apartment building remained quiet when you finally trudged upstairs sometime past midnight. You unlocked your apartment door slowly. The lights inside remained off except for the faint kitchen light still glowing softly across the apartment.

You frowned faintly. You definitely didn’t remember leaving that on. Your bag slipped from your shoulder while you wandered farther inside. Other than the light, the apartment looked normal.

Then, your eyes landed on the note sitting on the kitchen counter beside the fridge. Taped crookedly to the counter in familiar sharp handwriting, eat the damn food before bed.

You blinked slowly. When you opened the fridge, a neatly packed container of food sat inside.

“What the hell…”

You stared at the container another second before looking slowly around your apartment.

Did Katsuki break into your apartment?

The realization should probably concern you more than it did.

But somehow, after a full patrol shift and an early morning schedule, he’d still thought about whether or not you’d eaten dinner.

Your apartment suddenly felt less lonely.

You changed into sleep clothes while the food was heating in the microwave. The apartment remained dark and quiet around you while soft kitchen lighting spilled across the counters.

The first bite nearly made you groan. It absolutely unfair how good his cooking always was.

You grabbed your phone immediately afterward.

You: Thanks for the food.

You: Did you break into my apartment?

You stared at the message after sending it.

No response came.

Of course not. Katsuki was almost definitely asleep already. Even so, you found yourself smiling faintly anyway while eating dinner alone beneath the quiet apartment lights.

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Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. Now that his mattress has been delivered, he's back to staying in his apartment.

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Morning came quietly and early. Far too early. Damn Katsuki and his habit of waking up early that has now worn off on you.

The lingering scent on the sheets still remained faintly there beneath detergent and fabric softener. Smoke. Spice. Katsuki. Familiar enough now that your body recognized the absence immediately.

You frowned faintly into your pillow.

This was becoming a serious problem.

Eventually, you reached blindly for your phone resting near the nightstand. The screen glowed dimly against the dark room. No new messages. Your text from last night still sat unread. No response. No read receipt.

You stared at the screen for another second before dropping your phone back onto the mattress beside you. Maybe he’d fallen asleep early. Maybe he’d been too tired after patrol to even look at his phone.

Your brain, annoyingly unhelpful this early in the morning, immediately thought maybe he didn’t care enough to answer.

You buried your face back into the pillow. Ridiculous. The thought lingered unpleasantly while you finally forced yourself out of bed.

The apartment stayed quiet around you while you shuffled toward the kitchen, morning light slowly warming the hardwood floors beneath your feet. Coffee sounded like the only reasonable solution to your current emotional crisis.

So naturally, you made too much.

Your body apparently still hadn’t learned how to stop accounting for Katsuki automatically.

You stared at the second mug after pouring it. Before you could overthink yourself out of it, you grabbed both mugs.

It was just coffee. And maybe just maybe checking on him. Just to make sure he was alive because the unread text was weird. He was usually awake before sunrise. Maybe your brain had become far too used to hearing him moving around every morning.

None of those reasons felt concerning at all.

The hallway downstairs remained quiet this early. You balanced both mugs carefully while standing outside Katsuki’s apartment door for half a second before knocking lightly.

There was a quiet movement behind the door. Heavy footsteps approached slowly from deeper inside the apartment before the door finally cracked open.

Katsuki stood there looking half asleep.

His hair stuck out, still flattened slightly on one side from sleep while exhaustion lingered visibly beneath his eyes. He wore loose black sweatpants and an old sleeveless shirt, voice rough with sleep when he spoke.

“…The hell are you doing here.”

You held up one of the coffee mugs. “You didn’t answer my text. I wanted to make sure you were still alive and all.”

Katsuki blinked slowly. Then looked down toward the phone loosely clutched in his hand like he’d only just grabbed it off the nightstand.

A beat passed.

“I fell asleep.”

Relief spread embarrassingly fast through you. You hated yourself for it.

“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.”

Katsuki rubbed one hand tiredly across his face before opening the apartment door wider. “You made coffee?”

“You looked dead.” You smiled, happy to be the one saying that line.

Despite the insult, he took the mug. Katsuki leaned tiredly against the doorway while taking a long drink from the coffee. Your chest warmed quietly at the sight.

“You were worried?” he asked finally.

You scoffed immediately. “No.”

“Mhmm.” His expression said he absolutely did not believe you.

You ignored that entirely while stepping farther into the apartment. The television remained off. The room still looked dark and sleepy beneath the early morning sunlight filtering through the blinds.

“Yeah, just invite yourself in.” He murmured.

Katsuki moved around the kitchen slowly while waking up, grabbing things with one hand while drinking coffee with the other.

Watching him like this still felt strangely intimate. Too domestic and too comfortable. You leaned against the kitchen counter while he moved past you toward the hallway.

“I’m off today,” you said casually.

“Right?”

Katsuki disappeared briefly into his bedroom before emerging several minutes later already halfway dressed in his hero uniform. The black compression shirt hugged tightly across his shoulders while pieces of his gear rested partially assembled against the couch nearby. You had to stop yourself from staring.

There was always something jarring about watching him transform from sleepy morning Katsuki into Dynamight.

“I was thinking,” you continued carefully, “I could make dinner tonight.”

Katsuki paused while fastening part of his gauntlet gear. “…Why?”

“You cooked yesterday and you’ll probably be tired after patrol.”

His eyes flicked toward you briefly. You tried very hard not to overanalyze that look.

“What time do you get off?” you asked. “And what do you want?”

Katsuki snorted quietly beneath his breath before grabbing the last piece of his gear.

“Something spicy.”

“That barely narrows it down but alright, something spicy.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

The rest of the morning passed quickly after that.

Katsuki left for patrol not long later, locking the door behind the two of you. His boots were heavy against the hallway floor while you stood in his apartment doorway watching him go.

You smiled despite yourself. “Have a good patrol.”

“I’ll try.” Then he disappeared down the hallway.

The rest of your day revolved around dinner. You grocery shopped, cleaned the apartment, and cooked far too much food while trying not to think too hard about how natural all of this already felt.

By evening, the apartment smelled warm with spices and cooked rice while soft lighting glowed across the kitchen. You were adjusting the stove temperature when a knock sounded at the door.

Katsuki stood outside still partially dressed in his hero gear when you opened it. He looked exhausted. He wasn’t seriously injured, just worn down.

Small scratches lined one side of his jaw while soot darkened part of his sleeve. His shoulders sat heavier than usual beneath the weight of a long patrol shift.

Still, the second he smelled the food behind you, something softened faintly in his expression.

“Took you long enough. Did you even bother to clean up?” You teased lightly.

“Tch. Shut up.”

He stepped inside while tugging his gloves off one hand at a time.

“Go shower,” you said immediately. “You smell like smoke and I’d prefer if you didn’t get soot all over my apartment.”

“I always smell like smoke.”

“You smell worse today.”

Katsuki clicked his tongue sharply beneath his breath but disappeared toward the bathroom anyway.

The apartment felt warmer while he was in it again. You hated how quickly you noticed.

By the time he emerged freshly cleaned up later, the food was already plated and waiting near the couch. His hair still looked slightly damp from the shower, soft around the edges in a way most people rarely got to see. You stared a second too long before immediately pretending you weren’t.

Katsuki noticed anyway. “What?”

“It’s nothing.”

Dinner settled easily between the two of you afterward.

The television played quietly in the background while city lights glowed softly beyond the apartment windows. Katsuki sat beside you on the couch eating quietly while occasional conversation drifted naturally between both of you.

Maybe you should get an actual table.

You found yourself relaxing more the longer he stayed. Your body seemed to recognize this routine now. At one point while he leaned forward slightly to grab his drink, you noticed something caught near the edge of his hair.

Without thinking, you reached toward him. “Hold still.”

Katsuki froze. Your fingers brushed lightly against soft ash blond strands while removing a tiny piece of debris caught near his temple.

Awareness hit soon after. Your hand was close to his face. Your body leaned halfway into his space. Katsuki’s eyes locked onto yours immediately from only inches away.

The room went painfully still.

Heat rushed across your face instantly while you pulled your hand back too quickly.

“Sorry,” you blurted immediately. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine.” Katsuki looked away first but not before you noticed the faint red coloring the tips of his ears.

Neither of you spoke about it afterward. Instead, dinner continued quietly. Awareness lingered softly beneath everything.

Eventually, after eating, Katsuki automatically gathered both plates before you could stop him. “You cooked. I’ll clean”

“You don’t have to clean.”

“You can’t stop me.”

The kitchen filled with soft sounds afterward while he washed dishes beneath warm overhead lighting. You stayed curled on the couch watching television while occasionally glancing toward him.

The sight settled something warm and painful in your chest. Domestic. Again.

When he finally finished cleaning, he wandered back toward the couch looking noticeably more exhausted than earlier.

You shifted slightly beneath your blanket. “Do you wanna keep watching?”

Katsuki glanced toward the television. Then toward the clock. Then finally back toward you.

“…One more episode.”

The next hour passed quietly.

Television flickering softly through the dim apartment while the two of you slowly relaxed deeper into the couch cushions. At some point, Katsuki’s posture loosened enough that his shoulder nearly brushed yours as he shifted.

Sometime near the end of the episode, you glanced sideways toward him. Katsuki’s eyes had drifted half closed. His head rested against the back cushions while exhaustion visibly dragged heavier at his features. He looked dangerously close to falling asleep right there.

Part of you wanted him to. You wanted to wake up tomorrow morning and find him already in your kitchen again. You wanted things to slip naturally back into routine. However Katsuki blinked himself awake again before dragging one hand tiredly down his face.

“…Shit. What time is it?”

“You can stay, you know.” The words almost left your mouth. Almost.

Instead, you stayed quiet while he forced himself upright from the couch.

“Need sleep,” he muttered roughly.

You nodded slowly.

“Yeah.”

The apartment felt empty already. Katsuki grabbed his jacket before moving toward the doorway, exhaustion lingering heavily in every movement now.

Before leaving, he glanced back toward you one last time. “Goodnight. Sleep well.”

“You too.”

Then he disappeared into the hallway.

You cleaned up slowly before finally getting ready for bed, exhaustion heavy in your limbs while city lights glowed beyond the windows.

When you finally crawled beneath the blankets, your eyes drifted toward the untouched side automatically. Somewhere deep down, you realized you almost wished Katsuki had fallen asleep on your couch tonight. Just so you could wake up beside him again.

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Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, all you want is a hot bath and a few hours of sleep. Instead, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. Due to a delay in mattress delivery, he stays a few more nights. Now you're sharing a bed.

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You woke slowly this time. Not because of noise. Not because of Bakugou moving around the apartment before dawn.

It was warm. The blankets on top of you were soft. There was a mattress beneath you instead of stiff couch cushions digging into your back.

For several sleepy seconds, your brain refused to process it properly. You stayed half buried beneath the blankets, eyes barely open while pale morning light spilled weakly through the curtains.

Then realization caught up all at once. Your bed. You were in your bed. You frowned sleepily into the pillow.

The last thing you remembered was the couch. The television. Rain tapping softly against the windows while exhaustion dragged you under beside Bakugou.

A quiet groan left you as you rubbed a hand over your face. He had carried you to sleep last night. The thought settled strangely warm in your chest despite the irritation immediately despite the irritation that followed behind it.

You pushed yourself upright slowly, still tangled in blankets while the apartment remained quiet beyond your bedroom doorway. The clock beside your bed glowed 6:01 AM in soft blue numbers.

At this point, Bakugou’s schedule was actively ruining your life. You dragged yourself out of bed anyway, shuffling toward the kitchen while still half asleep.