des tout cotes, k. bakugo

23 - authentic

"PROBABLY?? Why are you so calm about this? Shouldn't you be in a hospital? Lets go to the hospital," he said hastely, grabbing y/n's wrist.

"Noo," she groaned. "It's fine, really. I'm used to it by now. I know how to take care of myself." She pressed a kiss to his forehead, "Thank you, though."

Bakugo continued to look skeptical, as if y/n was lying to him, but softened up when y/n crawled under him, her laying her head on his chest.

"Okay..." Bakugo accepted. "Are you okay now, though?"

y/n hummed, nodding her head again his chest. "Believe it or not, this is one of my better days," she chuckled.

Bakugo examined her state: Her paled skin; The perspiration that dotted her forehead; How exhausted she looked, as if her illness has taken all her energy; Her half-lidded eyes.

He pressed her further into him, "Better days my ass. This should be illegal..." frowning, he moved his gaze to the large windows beside them, feeling sorry for her. He wanted to stay and take care of her; To be a better boyfriend... but he wasn't able to.

"I know what you're thinking," y/n said, Bakugo looking at her, bemused. "You think you're being a bad boyfriend." She explained bluntly. "Don't."

Bakugo sighed, sinking further into the bed. "But—"

"No." y/n interrupted, her tone stern. "This isn't something you can control, so don't feel bad about it. I'm happy with the way you are, okay?" She looked into his eyes, a sign of genuineness.

He nodded, accepting her assurances. Bakugo felt a wave of warmness wash over him, his body relaxing instantly. Being almost a year into their relationship, he always thought she would be bothered by having to constantly reassure him, but y/n made it seem so effortless.

Her love was authentic, and so was his.

y/n made a whining sound, her rolling over on top of Bakugo and hugging him tightly like a sloth protecting his tree.

The boy smiled, placing a hand on her back and rubbing the spot softly. "You sure are clingy today," Bakugo chuckled.

"You shouldn't have expected any less," she beamed, her chin pressed against his chest as she gazed at him, admiring his cosmopolitan features; how pretty he was. "I love you," she smiled, cupping his face.

She felt Bakugo's face heat up in her hands, a definite blush dusting his cheeks. y/n chuckled as she watched Bakugo put his hands over his face, hiding from her out of embarrassment.

"I love you too..."

She shook her head, "We've been together for months now and you still blush like crazy when I say it," giggling.

"Shut up," he grumbled, purposefully pushing y/n's head back on his chest, her making a "Ough" sound. "It's gonna take some getting used to..."

y/n smiled, "Thats fine." She hugged him tighter, feeling his body heat course through her. "I love watching you suffer."

Bakugo rolled his eyes, his gaze once again falling on the big window before them. He watched as small dots of white began to fall from the sky, quickly turning into a flurry of snow.

"Oh, it's snowing," he said, watching the snow fall, looking mesmerized.

A soft gasp left y/n's lips, her perking up and pressing her nose against the glass to watch the snowflakes' continuous falling.

"Ahh," she sighed happily, carelessly falling back on Bakugo with half of her body landing perpendicular to his stomach, causing him to let out a soft "Ack."

"Excuse you," Bakugo snapped, smacking a hand to her forehead.

"You're excused," y/n replied airily, her body feeling light due to the cloudy feeling the snowy weather has invoked.

The girl rolled around aimlessly and basked in the feeling, her suddenly feeling more lively.

"You know... I was thinking about your mom..."

"What about my mom?"

"How pretty she is," y/n said thoughtfully.

"She's not that pretty," Bakugo scrunched up his nose, thinking about all the times she's pissed him off.

y/n suddenly turned to Bakugo, grinning mischievously. He quirked an eyebrow at her weird behavior.

"If you ever break up with me, I'll date your mom and make you my stepson," she said quickly, immediately jumping out of the bed and running to the door.

"WHAT—"

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