Bakugou Katsuki:
Sunlight poured into the room, the thin curtain doing little to stop the rays from disturbing your slumber. Next to you, holding and pressing your firmly against him was Bakugou Katsuki. The male was still in his own realm of dreams, not carrying that his face was currently glowing.
You, on the other hand, had been up for a bit, restless though storming your brain and invading your sense of contentment. And it was not a topic that had appeared suddenly either, but rather had been here for a while now, and was ever so slowly growing into a problem taking over your entire being.
You sighed hard, touching a warm hand to your face in an attempt to calm your racing thoughts. You couldn't though, the question inside of you burning alive and eating away at your very core. Every moment you stayed here you could not help but feel inadequate to the man lying next to you.
You groaned, pulling your legs towards you and bending down until your form was an upright ball on the bed, the stature an attempt to calm and rid yourself of the latest bump in the road called your existence.
"Stop that."
A groggy voice called out from the pillow, a large and muscular arm grabbing and wrapping around you, successfully pulling you back down into the sheets next to him. He wasted no time in pressing your face back into his chest, below wrapping his legs around yours like a coiling snake.
"It's too early not to fucking cuddle."
His voice was a bit deeper than usual since he had just woken up, the sounds of sleep and morning grumpiness fresh in his tone. But then again, dating Bakugou Katsuki wasn't an easy thing to do.
You calmed down beside him, your emotions back under check... but the thoughts were still swimming in your mind, the ever-present idea of him wasting his time with you there. He was a rising hero and you were just some cafe worker with a minimum wage job who managed to attract his attention.
Were you even good enough for him?
You had tried so hard to bottle your feelings thus far: cover with a smile, energetically say everything was fine and then move on your way to making the others around you none the wiser.
But at this gesture and with him instigating the affectionate and warm hold, your stitches finally gave out.
"Oh God." You let the tears fall, gripping against the tank top he was wearing, trying your best not to shake from the violent cry spree that was starting right now.
Bakugou immediately woke up to the sounds and feeling of you breaking down, any lingering thoughts of sleeping for a few more minutes dashed and replaced by the immediate thought to calm you down and counsel you and your worries.
You had only cried in front of him a few times before, but never to this point. You looked to actually be having a sort of mental breakdown by how violently you were reacting to seemingly nothing. But there had to be a cause and he was going to find it, that's for damn sure.
"Fuck! W-what's wrong?"
You sniffled loudly, pressing against his chest and muttering something to his heart. Unlucky for him, his heart wasn't good at listening... that was something his ears excelled at. Thus he had to ask you to repeat, making sure to not be as harsh with his words.
"Why are you with me?"
"What do you mean why am I with you?" He let the words slip before he could rephrase them. "I'm with you cause I love you dumbass."
"But I'm not good enough for you! You could have fucking anybody! I'm not a hero or a supermodel or anyone that holds any interest. I work a 9-5 and make coffee for a living! Why the hell have you not dumped me yet?"
Bakugou was taken aback. How the hell long had you felt this way? He wasn't the type to date someone for something he wanted out of them, and he sure as hell hoped he didn't give off that feeling.
Yet hearing you talk down to yourself like you were the lowest of the low made him slightly stiffen at the thought. Were you worthless? No way in hell. You did more for him than most people did who knew him for longer.
"I fucking hate coffee, y'know."
He admitted, watching as you suddenly stopped sniffling so loudly. He had successfully captured your attention, now he just had to hold it for a little longer. He was shit with words but prayed that this one time they would prove well for him.
"But damn can you make a good cup. It might be the best in all of fucking Japan."
"No it's not..."
"Shut up. It is. And you know what else? You're the only fucking person who makes ramen the perfect amount of spiciness."
"That's only 'cause you-"
"No. You make it. So you're the one who deserves the credit."
"You're just saying that... there are tons of people better at making coffee and ramen."
"That may be true. But they can't make it the way I fucking like it. And you know what else? They don't give fucking great massages when their hero boyfriend gets back from work.
Or know how to calm him down when he's raging from a bad day. Or even how to get him to actually play nice with his former classmates who are annoying as hell."
He leaned in close, pressing a kiss to your cheeks and then sighed.
"I don't love anyone like I love you, dumbass. So if you can get someone as thick-headed as me to admit it... you must be something special."
You nodded, pressing once again into Bakugou's chest. But this time in a delicate hug, one showing you wanted knowing more than to stay in his arms for as long as possible, possibly forever.
"Thank you Katsuki."
"I'll always be here to remind your dumbass."