Katsuki bakugo
һᥱ ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍 𝗍᥆ mᥲkᥱ ᥙ⍴ ᥕі𝗍һ ᥡ᥆ᥙ
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You and Bakugo had been married for two years now — two years filled with passion, chaos, love, and everything in between. The bond between you both was undeniable, even if your stubborn hearts often clashed.
Today, he returned home from the agency, fatigue in his step. He shrugged off his coat, kicked off his boots, and made his way to the living room. You were already there, seated silently on the couch. Your eyes didn’t meet, and your lips didn’t part.
Last night’s argument still lingered in the air like smoke — born from something silly, something small. But his fiery temper and your unyielding pride turned it into a storm. No wounds left behind, only voices raised and emotions frayed.
Bakugo glanced your way, sighed deeply, and reached out. His hand found your arm and gently pulled you closer until your bodies touched. Without a word, he wrapped his arm around your waist, grounding you.
He leaned in, his forehead nearly brushing yours, his voice low and softer than you remembered
How long are you going to keep wearing that pout? I miss that damn smile of yours.