Enough Chit-Chat || Katsuki Bakugou

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a/n: lots of bakugou fluff n mentions body insecurities 


I groaned as I managed to finally roll out of bed for the first time in a few days. I haven't been feeling very up to it lately but my boyfriend is visiting so I figured I should at least try to make myself presentable. I trailed off into my bathroom, the bad habit of looking in the mirror crept up. I pulled at my face, eye bags, dark circles, puffy eyes, I look sick. I shook my head and turned the shower on. I tugged my sweater over my head and muttered a string of curses under my breath as my stomach roared. 

After the boiling hot shower, I got dressed back into a different pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I didn't look as hobo like now, progress. I tossed my clothes into the hamper, heading out to my small kitchen. Maybe I should make something with Bakugou when he gets here? I had been improving on my spicy curry skills since the last time he nearly took my head off when I made it for him. It was kinda funny seeing someone like him have a passion for cooking. 

Before I could even decide if I wanted to eat, I heard the doorbell buzz. I hadn't even changed out of my hobo state yet, thankfully, Bakugou was surprisingly understanding on the inside. Of course, he would instantly tell me I looked like I crawled out of a trash can and then ask me how I was feeling. I hurried over to the door, opening it and seeing Bakugou standing there. "Oi, would you move so I could come in? It's colder than a witches tit out here." He grumbled and came inside out of the cold. 

I stretched and yawned, "Make yourself at home, all that crap. I have to go change out of my homeless man state." I muttered and headed back upstairs. I scanned through my drawers in my room to attempt to find something appealing. I tried on a couple of outfits before slumping over in the mirror giving in. "I look terrible in everything, why am I even trying at this point?" I stood again and turned so I could see myself from the side view, "Fat, god, I'm so fucking fat." I whispered to myself and pushed my hands on my stomach. 

I sat down in front of the mirror, pointing and picking at every single flaw I had. Fat, not skinny enough, fat face, double chin. I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt a tear hit my hand. I held back a sob as I wrapped my arms lazily around myself. I wasn't as good at whispering as I thought because Bakugou had heard every little thing I said from outside my bedroom door. 

He knocked lightly on the door, not even waiting for me to regain my composure before coming in. He kneeled down to my level, grabbing one of my hands. He moved my chin so I was facing him, "Hey, look at me." He said softly. I met his gaze and I just broke down more, god, to cry while getting dressed is one thing but to cry about it to your boyfriend is pathetic. He scooped me up and dropped me onto my bed,  instantly grabbing my face again. He cupped both of my cheeks and placed a kiss on my forehead, "We're both gonna stay right here until you're okay, alright?" I nodded and melted into the hug. 

I held onto his shirt so tightly, I thought I was gonna tear it. After a while, I had finally stopped hiccuping and crying. He smoothed out my hair and brushed it behind my ears, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to breakdown like that." I chuckled anxiously and darted my eyes around. I started to wipe the tears from my eyes and attempted to dry my face with my shirt. 

He shook his head, "Don't apologize for something like that." He waited until I was done to hug onto me again. "You know what you said isn't true right?" He whispered, I felt so lightweight in his arms. I sniffled a bit, giving myself a small pep talk onto not start crying again. "You shouldn't be lying to yourself like that." He grabbed me by my hand and pulled me up from the bed, he placed his hands on my shoulders and stood me in the mirror. 

I stared at it for a while before he finally spoke again, "You know what I see?" I shook my head. He chuckled, "I see a kissable face, soft hands, a beautiful smile, and you know what you can't see in this mirror that makes you so fucking precious to me?" I shook my head again. He put his chin on my shoulder and smiled, "You're personality, your small habits, your style, the way you talk, the way your laugh can manage to make my shitty personality melt. The soft and caring you, you're all that's good in this world and that mirror isn't going to tell you that." 

I smiled and wiped a few stray tears from my eyes, "Is this the real Katsuki I'm talking to here?" I pinched his cheek. He swatted at my hand and kissed my head again. 

He rolled his eyes at me, "I don't wanna ever see you say one bag thing about yourself again, alright? You can't look in some shitty mirror and expect it to tell you that it loves you, that's my job." He grabbed onto my hand. "Now, have you learned how to make decent spicy curry?" He asked as he dragged me down to the kitchen.


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