Bakugou Katsuki:
Despire much much of a fuss he put up claiming he hated being hugged, touched, cuddled, etc the truth was that Bakugou Katsuki did in fact enjoy such things. He, at first, never thought he was the type of person to enjoy physical affections. Boy was he wrong...
The way his arms fit perfectly around her form, how soft her hair and skin was, the way she smelled so damn good all the fucking time! Hell he even liked to rub your back and watch as your form visibly relaxed into him. It was addicting to him. Even more so when he thought about how he was the only person who got to be with her like this.
However, Bakugou was a very prideful person. He liked to have things done his way, but his idea and with no help from anyone. And despite how much he heart fluffed up his emotions when it came to the thought of cuddling the afternoon away, his prideful mind was in control.
And his prideful mind believed cuddling to be childish and annoying. If only he would listen to his true feelings and need for affections, then maybe he would not be having the current problem.
Currently his lovely girlfriend was curled up in the couch in the shared are of class 1-A's dorm hall, a book in her hands and a nearly empty cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of her. She looked so at peace.
She looked so comfortable.
Bakugou shook his head, going back unloading the dishwasher. It was his week to do the chore and he had no problem doing so. Especially if the apple of his eye was across the room from him, not aware of his watchful gaze.
He was cracking below the surface however. He had been distant in more ways than one this week: not eating with her, or talking to her, or texting her or spending time with her. Maybe it was because he was freaked out by his own feelings.
His heart had long decided on it, maybe even from the first time he saw her. But his mind was a stubborn thing and didn't like to listen to his heart. However, his mind had finally been brought down and relaxed enough to realize the small little detail that his heart had been attempting to say for so long.
"You love her."
A short sentence, but one that held a lot of weight behind it. One that made him distance himself from you for the following week. In any other situation, one would assume he had broken up with you. But thankfully, he was dating someone who understood him.
And (Name) understood that at times Katsuki just needed to have a break to collect himself. He didn't mean to be rude to her, or at least she assumed, but rather he needed to think some things out.
It didn't help that the things he was thinking about made him internally shiver. He was excited. He was nervous. He was frustrated. How could he be so many things surrounding one emotion for one person?
Love was such an idiotic emotion. You fall in love, but it didn't mean you would be caught.
Thus bakugou was attempting to figure out if you had been falling as well, and if you would catch him as a result. He would catch you... that would be for sure. Hell, he'd let you land on him if it meant you'd stop falling and instead just be with him.
Be with him in love that is.
The sensation of burning on his fingers brought him away from his enamored thoughts, realizing the plate he was touching was scolding from the water still. He cursed under his breath, putting the plate back.
Seeing as now his daydreaming was making him start to actually harm himself, he begins to actually focus on the task at hand. However, every once in awhile, he would peak back up at you, watching your form mindlessly flip a page.
'You're not helping yourself.'
He shook his head, putting the last plate away. Damn feelings making him want to do something embarrassing! But- but was it really embarrassing?
He had unwantedly been part of the discussions about wanting to cuddle with a girl by his single friends. Kaminari's pathetic calls to hold a girl in his arms. Kirishima's pout to run his fingers along her skin. Sero even wanted to press his face into his hair.
They didn't seem to think it was embarrassing at all, in fact those shits seemed to think cuddling was a good thing to do with the one you loved. And unlike them.. Bakugou could do those things. So why was this so hard?
Why could he not just admit to himself that he wanted and loved to snuggle with you? That he enjoyed it and wanted it so desperately?
He was finished a moment later and strolled over to the object of his desires. She hadn't moved an inch, her eyes not even shifting to glance up at the familiar figure that he knew she saw in the corners of her vision.
He felt his lips rise, the infamous scowl once again painted onto his features. He inched closer, close enough for him to hear her gentle breathing. Likewise you could feel his warmth radiating from his body.
Pausing a moment, you glanced up. Bakugou had his arms crossed, a developing pout on his lips, but very much overshadowed by that nasty scowl. His behavior had been strange the last few days... but the current situation had been the peak of his strange behavior.
He had been hovering quite a lot today and with him now literally hovering over you you had seen enough. Time to confront the boy about his actions, but you would most certainly have a little fun first.
"Are you attention strapped, Katsu?" You closed the novel with a soft puff of air.
"Huh?" Bakugou clicked his tongue, looking away and scoffing further. "Why the fuck would I need your attention?"
"Well maybe you don't need mine..." You paused, stepping you and coming close to his face. Inches away from his reddening face, you spoke again. "-but you've been giving me plenty of yours, haven't you?"
Bakugou growled, knowing that you had in fact noticed or felt his red hues on you. If there was one thing he hated more than his current dilemma- it was when you teased him.
"Shut it damn woman..." He mumbled, hearing you you softly giggle at his unsure and hesitant attitude towards the situation.
"I'm sorry babe. Now what's the matter with you? You've been pretty distant lately." Your hand tickled his arms, rubbing his muscular skin up and down with your smaller hand.
"None of your fucking business." He snarled, your eyes widening at his tone.
His chest convulsed when you pulled your hand away, your loving touch leaving his skin. Damn it... he was touch starved, wasn't he?
"I'll leave you be then. If you want to talk, I'll be in my dorm." You spoke, backing away and reaching for your text.
However before you could, Bakugou had returned to your side. Expect this time, he engulfed you into his presence. The familiar but missed arms around you brought a small smile to your features.
"I don't want to fucking talk." He spat out. Your eyes rolled at his tone, knowing full well that it was not anger at you, but his own internal struggle to say how he felt.
"Then what do you want to fucking do?" You used his vile language back at him.
He didn't answer, but rather quickly hoisted your weight into his more than capable arms. He didn't answer as he walked towards his room, your body comfortably hanging onto his. He didn't answer as he slammed the door with his foot and then laid you both down onto his bed.
By the time he had buried his head into your neck, you were very much aware of what he wanted. He wanted to cuddle with you, his actions speaking for him. He meant it when he said he didn't want to talk, didn't he?
"If you wanted to cuddle Katsuki, you just had to ask. No need to be so aggressive." You teased him again, fingers dancing in his locks. Despite how prickly and rough his hair looked, it was actually very soft and fluffy to the touch.
"Shut up."
"Come on~" You cooed him. "Just admit you wanted cuddles and to be close to me~"
"Fuck off."
"If you want that, then I'll go."
You had no intention to do so. However, Bakugou seemed to think you were, as his grip on you tightened and to top it off- his head pressed onto your chest. Using the breasts as a soft and padded pillow for his head.
"Why the hell are you the one I fell in love with..." He grumbled out.
You laughed at his tone, then suddenly stopped. His words had nearly gone over your head, but a certain one made sure it would not. And now with the realization of the words, you could not stop from becoming shiff.
He-he loved you?
He said it?!
As your mind ran a million a minute at this confession, Bakugou had also realized the words that slipped from his mouth. His own anger and frustrations once again proving to be his worst enemy.
He didn't mean to say it! He- he... he... fuck maybe he did? His head was tired of fighting this intense feelings. He just hoped he hadn't freaked you out. He said it so suddenly and without that passion he felt.
He said it like he was irritated for God's sake! His first 'I love you' was said with vain and annoyance and anger! God what a fuck up he was! What kind of person would do that? A jackass.. That's who.
He sucked his teeth as he heard the hitched breaths and then whimpers from you. Yoru body trembled softly and your hand moved to cover the cries.
He lifted his face up, seeing that you had begun to cry. Tears feeding into your mouth and others escaping down your chin and free falling. Your eyes were closed, but the droplets continued even so.
Fuck! This was not what he meant to do! He didn't want to make you cry! He didn't want to be the kind of guy who made his lover cry!
"F-Fuck! H-hey! Don't fucking cry!" He yelled, mentally slapping himself for it.
'Try and be nice.'
Nice? How the hell was he supposed to do that? He didn't do nice. Nice thinking...
"Y-you love me?" (Name) squeaked out, (eye color) orbs opening to look at him brimming with tears.
Bakugou looked away, slowly nodding in an almost forced way. It wasn't romantic in the slightest, but it was Bakugou. And for him, it was better than how he could have said or done it.
"I-I get it if you're freaked out... it was so sudd-"
His eyes widened as you kissed him with such passion. Where did this come from? It happened so fast that you didn't give him a chance to kiss back before you broke from him and then pulled into his warm chest.
As you listened to his fast beating heart, your hands squeezed his shirt. His body was unsure of what to do, but luckily you would make him comfortable once more with your next set of words.
"I love you too Katsuki."