househusband

chapter 1

            
                    (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

             
Katsuki Bakugo rubbed his temples in frustration as he looked at his wife, Y/N, still curled up under the covers. "You've got to be kidding me. Are you seriously not awake yet?"

Y/N grumbled incoherently, refusing to budge from the warm cocoon of blankets. "Mm, just five more minutes, Katsuki. I'm so tired..."

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, and a mischievous grin crept across his face. "Fine, if you won't wake up, I'll just have to use my secret weapon."

Before Y/N could protest, Katsuki dashed into the kitchen, returning with a spray bottle filled with water. He stood triumphantly by the bed, ready to strike. "Last chance to get up yourself."

Y/N's eyes widened, realizing the impending doom. "Okay, okay, I'm getting up!" she cried, scrambling out of bed just in time to avoid the splash.

Katsuki laughed heartily, victorious in his wake-up battle. "You should know better than to underestimate me, Lazy Hero!"

Y/N pouted playfully, shooting back, "You're impossible, Katsuki. Who wakes their wife up with a water bottle?"

"A husband who's married to a professional sloth," he retorted, earning himself a playful slap on the arm from Y/N.

"Hey, it's not my fault I can't resist the allure of my cozy bed," she grumbled, attempting to defend herself while stifling a yawn.

Katsuki rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. "Just get ready already. You've got hero work to do, and I'm not going to spend my day dragging you out of bed."

"Okay, okay," Y/N relented, finally getting up and stretching.

Katsuki was already in the kitchen, donning a comically cute apron that had the words "King of the Kitchen" emblazoned across it. He was preparing breakfast with his usual intensity, chopping vegetables with expert precision.

"Hey, don't just stand there gawking. Sit your lazy ass down," he grumbled, pointing to a chair at the dining table. Y/N couldn't help but laugh as she obediently took a seat, enjoying the amusing sight of their usually fierce and explosive partner wearing a cutesy apron.

"So, tell me, is there anything you can't do? Superhero, househusband, and now a master chef," Y/N teased, smirking at her talented husband.

Katsuki shot a playful glare in their direction but couldn't hide the faint blush on his cheeks. "Shut up, And you're lucky to have a husband who's this perfect," he retorted, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Y/N chuckled, enjoying this side of Katsuki that only revealed itself within the confines of their home. "You know, Katsuki, you didn't have to retire as a hero. You could have kept being the number one hero of Japan."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. "What are you talking about? I've already proven I'm the best there is. Plus, I'd rather be the best househusband in the world for you."

"And you-" Y/N started to say, but just as she was about to finish her sentence, her hero communicator alarm blared loudly.Her eyes widened in horror, and without saying a word, she vanished from the spot, leaving Katsuki dumbfounded.

"Wait, what the...?" Katsuki muttered, staring at the empty space where Y/N had just been.
While katsuki was still processing the sudden disappearance of his wife, she appeared again in front of him, covered in snow and shivering, Katsuki was caught completely off guard. His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

"W-What the...?" Katsuki stammered, trying to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.

His wife, looking both cold and embarrassed, managed a weak smile. "I-I think I accidentally teleported... to the North Pole."

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(⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~Thank you guys for reading this story. This story was inspired by my favorite fiction of all times.