Author's Note:
And here we have yet another request that is super old. I'm talking this has been chillin in my inbox for three good months. My sincere apologies, anon. And again, I'm sorry that that had to happen to you. Your grandma has no right to speak to you in that way. You're making great progress and that's amazing! Keep going strong, I believe in you. Anyhow, I had a lot of fun doing this request! We all need more chubby y/n on this website.
Yes, it says Hawks but I contacted the anon and we switched it to Denki bc I don't write for Keigo (and we had a lovely conversation. they're very nice :D).
Also the first two insults are things that have actually been said/done to me irl (hehe tasty self projection) and the last one in Denki's is from an episode from Tuca and Birdie (it's a good show).
Anyway, be nice to people. Respect others and speak to them as equals. We're all human beings here, trying to get by. We're also like a month away from 2021, I shouldn't have to say that >:(
-Sugar
Warnings: Weight insecurity, negative body image/icky thoughts, body shaming from relatives, talks about skipping a meal once, general stuff like that. Kirishima's reader is actively trying to lose weight. Cursing/language throughout (but mostly in Bakugou's)
━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━
Bakugou:
You couldn't take it anymore. You were tired of their faces, tired of their words. You were headed home early, and you would not be sorry.
You didn't hate your family. They could just be a little ... difficult sometimes.
At first, it had gone well. You'd arrived at your aunt's house yesterday for a family gathering and met up with everyone. They'd hugged you and asked you how you were doing. They'd even asked after your pro hero boyfriend, who you had chosen not to bring along for the purpose of spending some quality alone time with your family.
But then it happened; the thing you'd been dreading, the type of comment you'd hoped against all things you wouldn't hear this time. But there it was.
You were nearly done preparing for lunch, helping to place dishes of food out in the backyard for your family meal. Your aunt was starting to serve people food, and you happened to glance up to see one of your cousins making herself a plate.
"Do you want any more?" your aunt asked your cousin, ready with her ladle.
"No, thank you, I've got enough." Your cousin flipped her long perfect hair over a perfectly narrow shoulder. "I wouldn't want to get fat like—" her gaze wandered over to you, meeting your eyes pointedly, "—some people."
You faltered. Had she really just said that? About you? Well, it wasn't impossible that it would come from her, but seriously? Today?
You swallowed a lump that had started forming in your throat, setting down the new stack of paper plates. Your aunt shot you a pitying glance. Was she even going to say something? Would she call your cousin out on her words?
No. She just moved on. Moved on like you should have. But something about it stuck with you. Your cousin's words and implications rang through your mind, making you feel sick to your stomach. You shouldn't let it bother you this much. You were doing better, both with your habits and your confidence. So why did it hurt so bad?
The darker thoughts you'd kept at bay began to come back; you were worthless, you were ugly, you were undeserving. Why wouldn't they stop? Why was your stomach churning and your hand shaking? Before you knew it, hints of tears began to prick at your eyes.
No.
You weren't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing you this way. But you were no longer interested in staying, any sense of hunger leaving you for sick dread.
Next thing you knew, you had said an early goodbye and put your things in the car, headed back home. Maybe driving wasn't the best idea, since now you were alone with your thoughts. But crying wasn't worth it. It was a bad idea, especially since now was the time to focus on the road ahead.
You couldn't have gotten home sooner, a sense of relief washing over you once you pulled into the driveway. You unlocked your front door, pulling your bags in behind you. You heard movement coming from the kitchen as you set everything down; the sound of the faucet turning off signaling to you that Katsuki had heard you come in.
Heaving a sigh, you tried to chase the negative thoughts from your head. They shouldn't be there, and it wasn't something to dwell on. You were home again, and you wouldn't have to deal with your family for another few months at least.
Bakugou's head peeked out from around the doorframe, double checking that it was you who had walked in. "What are you doing here?" he called, ducking back to whatever he'd been doing in the kitchen.
"Hello to you too." You tried to keep the tartness out of your voice, but some of it must have crept back in. The sounds from the other room stopped again, and the house went eerily quiet. Huffing, you dragged your luggage into your shared bedroom.
You felt drained, that was the only way to describe it. You couldn't even bring yourself to hang your clothes in the closet. Giving up, you laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You couldn't help but hear your cousin's words ringing over and over in your head, reminding you of the countless years of both internal and external torment you'd gone through regarding your weight.
The sound of footsteps in the doorway made you glance down, registering a spiky blond head of hair approaching you on the bed. You said nothing as the mattress dipped next to you, indicating that Bakugou had come up on your side.
The two of you were silent together for a long moment, and a stolen glance told you that Katsuki was mirroring you with his head resting on his arms as he stared at the blank ceiling.
"Are you going to tell me what's got you in this mood?" he finally asked.
You sighed. "My cousin can just be a pain sometimes."
"She the one you were telling me about or is it someone else?"
"Same girl."
"Hmm." Bakugou continued to keep his eyes trained solely up above. "What did she do this time?"
"Called me fat." You tried to keep your voice even. You were simply stating a fact. It shouldn't bother you like this, right? Even so, the tears you'd been forcing back once again rushed to your eyes, causing your tone to pitch. You swallowed them down again, blinking rapidly. This wasn't something to spend time crying over.
"Don't let it get to you," Katsuki said, a little unhelpfully. "I don't want to see you hating yourself."
You frowned at this. "I don't hate myself," you said, thinking about your words for a moment before you spoke them. "I don't hate my body. It's just that ... sometimes I wish it looked a little better, a little different. Sometimes I don't feel like I'm enough as I am."
"Don't tell me you think you'd be happier looking like everyone else." Bakugou's gaze had shifted from a blank one to a glare.
"I don't know," you said, shrugging. "It's just ... hard sometimes. Being like this."
Finally Bakugou rolled to face you, taking one of your hands in his. "I know you ... struggle with your self-image or whatever, but you can't let it take over your life, got it? You can't just waste it worrying about what everyone thinks of you. You're never going to be able to please everyone, but if they've got a problem with you, then they can go fuck themselves. You want to know the one person's opinion who matters most? Yours. You have to be the one who's taking care of yourself." Katsuki paused for a moment, absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers as he considered his words.
"You want to know who's opinion is the second most important?" he continued, his voice starting to get a little more mumbly. "Mine. I picked you because I love you. I love everything about you, from your shitty, annoying personality to your gorgeous body. You are so much more than just 'enough' for me, so don't go worrying about that. You're everything to me, and you know that, right? I love you no matter what, so don't let this ruin your whole day." He kissed your knuckles, signaling that he had said his peace.
You smiled at him, a tear or two finally sneaking past your defenses. "How—how do you do that?"
"What?"
"Sometimes you say something horribly stupid and I swear I hate you, and then next thing I know, you're telling me everything I need to hear."
"Tch, I can be eloquent whenever I want. It's a choice."
"Alright." You rolled over so you could properly face him. "Can I have a hug?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes, but nevertheless held open his arms. You happily snuggled into the hard, built muscle enveloping you, offering a beautiful contrast to your own soft body.
"Do you need me to talk to your cousin?" Bakugou asked. "I'll do it."
"Nah, let her go." You nuzzled your nose into his neck. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Kirishima:
You honestly expected your family to last longer when it came to keeping from upsetting you. Nevertheless, maybe you were being a little too optimistic. But come on, did they have to ruin everything the literal second you walked through the door?
Even after the scathing comment, followed by a half-hearted, hasty brushing off, you forced yourself to spend time with them. It wasn't often that you got to see this half of your family, so you decided to ignore it with the rest of them.
But as you sat on the couch sipping tea, you were unable to focus on the light conversation buzzing around you. The event that happened mere minutes before played over again in your mind, causing you to wince.
You'd walked into the house, prepared to greet everyone and have a nice time, when your aunt looked up from her position on her armchair. "Hello, (Y/N)," she'd begun. "Ah, look, you're still fat."
Your heart had almost literally stopped beating in your chest as you froze in the threshold. Had she just said what you thought you heard? You must have been mistaken, right?
Any positive anticipation you'd had of seeing your relatives had plummeted to your feet, and you strongly considered turning around in place and leaving without another word.
But you couldn't do that, of course not. Then your aunt had begun to babble something about how it made you look cute like a baby, but her words had already done their damage.
You tolerated the rest of your afternoon with them, but it was a great relief to you when you were finally able to leave and go home. As soon as you pulled into your driveway, you exhaled a sigh of relief. It was over with, and it hadn't been that bad.
Eijirou wasn't home, but you knew he wouldn't be long after you. You went about making dinner, knowing he'd appreciate it once he got home. He was always so tired these days.
Even so, as you stirred broth in a pot, your aunt's words rang in your head. You vaguely remembered telling her about your weight loss a month ago. You figured you'd been making considerable progress, and you knew that no one was more proud of you than Eijirou himself. But had it really made a difference?
After a moment of fretting, you turned off the stove. You walked into your shared bedroom, flicking on the light. Your eyes caught sight of your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, going up to it. Turning your body this way and that, you tried to see if you recognized a change in your appearance. You lifted your shirt, only to wince at yourself and tug it back down. You pinched at your arms, your thighs, and your cheeks, growing almost angry at the way your fingers sunk into the flesh.
Maybe you hadn't been making as much progress as you'd thought. Or the progress you had made wasn't enough. Without you even realizing it, your mind began to toy with ways to speed things up. Guiltily, you found yourself wondering if Eijirou would notice if you just skipped dinner that night.
You shook your head to clear away the intrusive idea. No, that wouldn't solve anything. Eijirou had told you that he'd help you lose weight the right way, so you'd stay healthy and be able to keep it off. It would be best to listen to him.
Still, you found your eyes glued to your reflection. You wouldn't consider yourself vain, but there was something in the way that your eyes traced over your curves, wondering just how they might look on you if only you were a little smaller ... .
Movement behind you in the mirror caught your eye, and you were quick to recognize a head of spiky red hair. You must not have heard Kirishima come in through the front door.
"Hello," you said with less cheer than usual.
"Hey, babe," he greeted you, coming up from behind to give you a hug.
You leaned back into his chest as you both stared at each other's reflections.
"Checking out my perfect girlfriend?" he teased, referring to how your eyes continued to trace down your body. "That's my job, you know."
You snorted, gently rubbing at his forearm.
"So how was your family?"
"Okay," you shrugged.
"I saw you left something on the stove. Are you doing okay?"
Oh, Kirishima. How did he do it?
You shrugged. "I guess I didn't really have a good time there. Got a little upset is all."
Eijirou frowned. "What happened?"
You took one of his hands in yours and began to play with his fingers, now determined to keep your eyes from catching another glimpse of yourself. "My aunt told me I was fat."
You missed the flash of genuine anger that shot through Kirishima's eyes. He knew this was something you'd struggled with for a long time. Your aunt had no business making comments like that about your body, especially now.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, deciding to keep himself calm for your sake.
You continued to fiddle with his large hands. "I just worry sometimes that I'm not doing enough," you mumbled. "What if it doesn't work? What if I'm just meant to look like this?" You sniffled, hating the sudden tears that were beginning to fill your eyes.
"Honey ..." Eijirou spun you around and held you to his chest, running a hand down the back of your head as you finally let the tears slide down your face. You nuzzled into his shirt, appreciating the warm, familiar feeling of it. "Even if you weren't able to lose more weight, you know I'd still love you, right?" he said in a tender voice. "I'd think you're beautiful either way."
He tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes, giving you one of the most loving gazes you'd ever seen. "And besides, we're not together because of how you look. I love you for you. I love your personality, and how you always say and do the cutest things." He bent down for a quick kiss, caressing your cheek as he pulled away. "I love your laugh, and I love looking into your beautiful eyes ... ." He kissed you again, beginning to gently guide your bodies to the bed at the other wall.
Eijirou laid you down in the center of the mattress, hovering over you as he went in for another kiss. "I love your body too. This body, just the way it is. I love how it feels to hold you at night—" he kissed your neck. "—I love your chest, your butt, your arms, your thighs—" he nuzzled his nose against your face and neck. "—your cute tummy." He pushed himself up and gazed down at it with such a genuine expression of love, you almost started tearing up again. "The cutest tummy in the world. And I love it because it's yours."
With that, he bent down again and lifted up your shirt just enough to give it a little kiss. You couldn't help but let a giggle slip from your lips, which only made his ruby red eyes dart up to meet yours mischievously.
"You like that? What if I did it ... again!" He placed a second kiss in a different spot, going for another and then another. You broke out into laughter, the sensation of his lips and nose brushing over your sensitive skin making you squirm in his hold.
Soon, he was laughing himself. He nuzzled into your skin one last time and blew a raspberry against your skin.
"Eiji—!" you began to protest through a laugh.
"What?" He smirked at you, moving up and settling his chin in the valley of your chest.
You smiled right back at him, bringing up your hand to brush the backs of your fingers against his cheek. "I love you."
Kirishima took hold of your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the backs of your knuckles as he looked into your eyes. "I love you too, baby." He held your hand in his, getting lost for a moment simply looking at your face.
Eventually he sat up, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. "I'm proud of you too," he told you, tucking your head under his chin. "I know you're actively making a change for the better, and you're doing really well. Results won't happen immediately, you just have to stick with it sometimes."
You sighed through your nose, taking his hand in yours again. "I know. I just get discouraged sometimes is all."
"And I'll just be here to put you back on track. You've got this, you know." He hugged you tight against him, rubbing your back. "Are you hungry?" he finally asked. "I'll help you make dinner."
"Sure," you said, chuckling lightly.
"What? We both have to eat, and you know me. I'm a hungry shark."
You laughed again, leaning up to kiss his jaw.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Yeah, a bit."
"Well, there's always more where that came from." He kissed your forehead. "I'm here for you, okay?"
Kaminari:
If there was one thing Denki hated more than anything, it was seeing you upset.
He could tell something was off the moment you came through the front door. You were too quiet, and that bothered him. When you finally made it up to your shared room, Kaminari was already watching the doorway for you.
He noticed immediately that your eyes were puffy and a little red. Even your posture looked defeated and slumped over.
"Hey, Denks," you said once you noticed him stretched out on the bed. His heart broke even further when he saw you try for a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter?" Kaminari got up, clearing the space between you so he could put his hands on your shoulders.
"I—I just," you began to stammer out, feeling the flimsy dam you'd placed behind your eyes begin to falter. "I ... don't know if I want to talk about it right now." You covered your burning face with your palms. "It's stupid anyway. I shouldn't let things like that get to me."
Kaminari frowned, trying to figure out what might have made you so upset. But he wasn't one to pry when it came to situations like these, and he knew you'd tell him on your own time.
Even so, he led you to where he'd once taken position on the bed, pulling you up with him. He knew that sometimes you simply wanted to be distracted from things, so he decided to do just that. Allowing you to settle in next to him, he picked his controller up from the covers again where he'd set it down.
You noticed he'd been playing Minecraft. You let yourself take a mild interest in his mining session that you caught him in the middle of. You watched him wander through a cave system; placing torches, killing the occasional zombie, and mining out various ores he happened upon.
What you didn't see was how often he shot you glances, studying your face for any signs of you getting upset again. He saw when you finally took your eyes off his screen, frowning distantly as you twisted the material of the blanket underneath you.
Before he could ask you again what was going on, you opened your mouth to speak. "Do you think this outfit is too much?"
Denki faltered, confused. "No? What do you mean by that? I think you look really pretty."
You pursed your lips. Clearly that wasn't the answer you'd wanted. "I just—I don't know." You frowned and went back to avoiding his eyes.
"Are you going to tell me what happened today?" Denki asked. A sudden idea struck him. Before you could answer him again, he stood up on the bed and walked over to a shelf you kept just above it. He pulled down a large stuffed Pikachu he'd gotten you a few years ago, and went back to sitting next to you. "Would it be easier to tell him?"
Denki positioned the toy in his lap, grabbing hold of its little arms and letting it go through various motions, starting with a little wave at you.
You couldn't help but snort at Kaminari's antics, looking from the plushie to the curious but concerned expression on your boyfriend's face.
"Your Pikachus are worried about you." Denki lifted it up higher on his chest, continuing to fidget and wave the arms back and forth in a little dance. "You saw your family today, right? How did that go?"
Your face fell again and you shrugged. "It went well I guess. My grandma just said something dumb and it made me upset."
Denki frowned, lifting the arms of the Pikachu so its hands were on its pink cheeks. "What did she say?"
You shrugged again. "I was messing around with my cousins and I said I looked like a snacc. And then she said that snacks were probably what made me so fat in the first place."
Denki's frown deepened. "That's not very nice."
"I don't think she knew what I was talking about, to be fair. And maybe it's a little funny. I mean, she's not wrong." You rested your chin in your hands, sighing. "It just caught me off guard. It's a dumb thing to be upset over, like I said—"
"Hey." Denki met your eyes. "It's not dumb. You have every right to be upset." He held his arms open to you. "Come here."
You sat up, letting him embrace you.
"Do you need me to remind you how beautiful you are and how much I love you?" he asked from next to your ear. "Because I'll do it."
He took your shy smile as a yes, letting you settle back as he proceeded to lift up the stuffed yellow toy.
"Are you hearing this, bro?" he addressed it, throwing a serious look on his face. "The most gorgeous person on the planet is sad. We have to do something about it."
Denki put the Pikachu's paw on its chin, tapping it for a second before removing it again. "What's that?" he asked it. "You have an idea?"
He lifted the toy to his ear, pretending to listen to it for a moment as he nodded along. Once he was satisfied, Denki scooched himself even closer to you. He brought Pikachu's nose up to your cheek and made a kiss sound with his lips. Setting the toy down beside you on the bed, he motioned for you to come sit in his lap.
You obeyed, settling yourself in between his thighs and wrapping your legs around his hips.
"There you go," he muttered, slotting his nose beside yours as he touched foreheads with you. "I love you and you're the most important person in my life. You know that, right?" He waited for you to nod before continuing. "And I know that you can feel a little insecure sometimes with how you look. You've got bad days, and you have good days. It's my job to be there for you on these bad days, and you can be there for me when I have mine. I want you to know that you're so beautiful and I wouldn't want you any other way."
He connected your lips to his for a long moment, trying to convey all his feelings for you into it. "And don't let anyone make you feel like you're less-than. They're not the kind of person you should be listening to. Trust me when I say that you're perfect just being you." Denki wiped a tear trail off your cheek with his thumb, leaning in to kiss the skin there.
"Thanks, Denki," you said, your voice just above a whisper.
He gave you a soft, caring smile; his fingers still lingering on your cheek. "Is there anything you want to do together to make you feel better? We could watch a movie, we could snuggle, whatever you want."
You leaned in and hugged him tight. "I love you."
He hugged you back. "I love you too. You're my sunshine nugget, and it would take a heck of a lot to ever change that."