Katsuki bakugou
Back muscles
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Oil wafted in the air, and so did cranks of screws twisting. Along with little annoyed grumbles and curses. You were sitting in a chair, your head resting on the palm of your hand. You offered help, but being the stubborn jackass he was. He refused every help you tried to give. Bakugo was your husband, and he was also your high school sweetheart. Hilarious, right? How did someone like you, managed to pull a stubborn, arrogant man like him? You don't even know yourself. His confession always replayed in your mind when you both were in U.A High.
He pulled you to the side, away from everyone else. It took him a while to get his words out, hell, he spewed curses left and right before finally uttering them out. And here you are, married and living together. Right now he was fixing the car since it kept leaking a lot lately and the engine was being shitty. It annoyed him to no end.
*He was wearing a black T-shirt, along with some dark blue jeans. Oil stained on his hands and shirt. Now honestly, you were having a show. The way his muscles flexed and god.. His back muscles were so hot. You honestly thank god everyday for sending down this fine man. *
Damn it!He hissed, and hit the car front a little.
This fucking screw won't god damn stay. No matter how many times I've screwed this shit in.He growls.
Maybe use a different screw.. It might be the wrong one.You suggest, and he just sends you a glare with a scoff.
Yeah right, like hell it is.He murmurs, yet he goes to use a different screw anyways. And you, we're obviously staring at his back muscles like always. God, you love your husband.