#katsuki bakugo x you
AU Job
Katsuki x Soldier
the same bakugou katsuki that acts all tough and strong, that lowkey carries your backpack without you even realising. his hand is just holding it up behind you while you guys walk home together. the same katsuki that would yell to and insult others, that traces your nosebridge after you ugly-cried while laying on him with your full weight, he doesn’t mind. the same katsuki that used to feel confident by bullying now feels confident because of your love. the same katsuki that was once mean and unloving could never imagine being the reason you cry. the same katsuki that was fully convinced he was unlovable until you showed him otherwise.
Katsuki = italics∘ You = normal
If you’re fucking hungry, go make something, stupid.
You’re fucking stupid!
Who the fuck are you calling stupid?
You, stupid.
I’m not stupid, you’re stupid.
If I’m stupid, you’re definitely stupid.
Hah? You wanna battle over who’s stupid?
As a matter of fact, yeah! Bring it!
Katsuki leaned in and kissed you on the lips, abruptly. He’d never done that before. You’d been gaming with your best boy-friend and now his tongue was in your mouth and your hands were in his hair.
Neither of you would lose this battle. You both only stood to gain.
Dynamightcame crashing through the ER doors with a scowl on his face. The nurses at the front desk sat back in their chairs when his fiery eyes fixated on them.
“Where is she?” he demanded loudly. “Fucking speak!”
“W-who, sir?”
He rolled his eyes and slammed his fist down on the desk, splintering the wood beneath. “(F/n L/n), dumbass! Ain’t many other people I’d fucking be here for!”
Moments later, Katsukiwas lumbering through the pulmonary ward of the hospital, his shoulders flexing as his gauntlets swung at his sides, gritting his teeth and growling at anyone who stood between him and the door of your hospital room.
One nurse started to ask for his identification until another nurse put their hand on her shoulder and shook their head no.
He’d talked the talk and walked the walk but when he turned the door handle to enter your room, he did so with such a careful, fluid motion so as not to wake you if you were sleeping.
He held onto the door as it closed behind him, letting it latch with a quiet click before turning it loose. He took one graceful stride after another, his heavy boots hitting the tiled floor like feathers as he moved in closer to your motionless body.
Katsuki Bakugou was a hard man, tough as nails and always ready to take on whatever threat or villain or challenge life could possibly throw at him head first. What he wasn’t prepared for was some nameless, faceless enemy that had taken up residence in your body. Probably tiny - microscopic, even - and hiding in places he could never see. He felt helpless. Powerless.
He gingerly removed the gauntlet from his right arm and delicately set it down on the floor beside his feet, his scarlet eyes never leaving your form in the process.
He could hear your labored breaths even as he remembered his promise to himself going into this: that he wouldn’t fucking cry. But he stood corrected, one tear…then another falling onto the clean, white sheet next to the tube that had been medically inserted into your lung to keep it inflated.
He took your limp hand into his - hard, rough, calloused, and shaking - and kissed your forehead. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, baby, but once I find out I’m gonna kick it in it’s tiny, shitty balls and make it wish it never found you.”
for@xviternity You’ve made so much art for me…now it’s my turn. . I hope you feel better soon!
