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Day 1: Crackling Fire
Day 2: Shopping
Day 3: Candle Light
Day 4: Frost
Day 5: Quilts
Day 6: Favorite Sweater
Day 7: Family
Day 8: Baking
Day 9: Traveling
Day 10: Ice Skating
Day 11: First Snow
Day 12: Netflix and Chill
Day 13: Eggnog
Day 14: Christmas Vacation
Day 15: Work Holiday Party
Day 16: Gingerbread House
Day 17: Hot Cocoa
Day 18: Holiday Songs
Day 19: Holiday Movies
Day 20: Traditions
Day 21: Mistletoe
Day 22: Ornaments
Day 23: Baking Cookies
Day 24: Christmas Eve
Day 25: Christmas

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Katsuki is walking five feet ahead of you and shows no signs of slowing. You know he’s grumbling and pouting, but his stomping leaves you nice, cleared footprints to step in on the slushy sidewalk.

The light snowfall and the hot cocoa you’re sipping is warm enough, but you wish instead of pouting he was holding your hand. Maybe then you’d be a bit warmer since you forgot your heavy winter coat.

Katsuki notices you shiver out to the corner of his eye and a wave of self-hatred rolls over him. He tried to plan a special day for you both: you had mentioned going to the Christmas market earlier this week and he wanted to take you but your surprise when he mentioned it this morning made him think otherwise. 

He insisted you both go for fun; walking around the small shops, he watched you pick out little gifts for your friends, “This would be great for Kiri from us!” He would never admit this but the idea of giving gifts as a couple made his heart flutter.

He bought you hot cocoa and a few of your favorite snacks, knowing he could stuff himself on Christmas cookies, but stopped himself. Deku had told him about this super romantic place and he wanted to spoil you for once.

No more frozen gyoza, or at least none tonight. You look confused when he pulls you close by the hand, abruptly saying “time to go”, and dragging you down the street, away from the warm glow of the market.

He keeps walking and walking and walking, dredging through the snow. 

“Dumbass Deku said it would be right around the corner,” he mutters, letting go of your hand to angrily type on his phone before realizing you’ve missed the reservation.

You notice the deflated sigh leaving him. “Katsu,” you call softly. He turns his head and you see how upset with himself he is. “I’m cold and it’s getting late, can we just go home?”

He got so caught up in making things perfect, he forgot how much he just loves being with you. Shit. 

“You nerd, you should have said something sooner,” he admonishes you, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck, taking the few steps to wrap you in his scarf and pull you to his side.

The walk home is cold but it feels a little better with him so close to you.

As soon as you get inside, Katsuki drags you in front of the fireplace before lighting it with his quirk. He covers you in a blanket from the couch and starts rubbing your arms to warm you up.

He’s staring at your face in wonder. How does he keep forgetting what’s right in front of him, and the way that just spending time with you eases his heart — ouch! 

“What the hell, did you seriously just flick my nose?!” He starts yelling, but before he gets any further, you reach up and kiss him, hard.

A growl emanates deep in his throat. “You brat!” he scolds before kissing you back. “We missed dinner,” he grumbles against your lips. “Are you going to say anything?!”

You giggle and he can’t help but smile at the sound. “You know you love it! I’ll make gyoza and you get the drinks.” You shrug off the blanket and slip from his grasp to prance into the kitchen, leaving him in front of the fireplace.

His eyes follow your figure, and as soon as you’re out of earshot, he whispers, “I do love it. I love you.”

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“How many more stores, woman?” Bakugou asks impatiently. You read over your list again as you navigate through the crowded mall. Almost all of the gifts have been purchased, which is a godsend because he is tired of carrying around bags and watching every extra who dares come close to you. Plus, you promised him the magic of a soft pretzel at the end if he is good.

“…and then we’re done once we get Mina and Momo—” you bite your lip as you ponder the next course of action “—and I think we can do that at one last store.”

Katsuki perks up, “Lead the way, princess.” You start walking slightly in front of him and he can already taste the soft pretzel. Hmmm… What kind of dipping sauce should he get… hot cheese or hot sauce? Decisions, decisions.

Wait, shit. What store is he in now and where the heck did you go? Fuck. 

You’ve left his sight and now he’s missing his girl, hands full of bags and still pretzel-less. You must have said something and he missed it.

He wanders around looking lost and decides to head to the second floor. But once he gets off the escalator, he freezes in his tracks.

It’s the womenswear department and he’s suddenly surrounded by lingerie mannequins. Katsuki’s brain is sending up red flags because that mannequin in the middle is wearing his colors. The mannequin that actually is about your size and height is displaying the Dynamight™  lingerie.

His manager said it wouldn’t be in stores until Valentine's Day. He fought it all the way, but the PR team insisted. 

Katsuki shakes the thoughts away. He is on a mission. He has to find the lingerie in your size. 

No, wrong.

He has to find you so he can be your guard dog and make sure no one gets too close. 

Yep, that’s the right move. He stalks off, looking for you over the racks, halting when he hears your laugh. 

There you are, chatting with a salesperson near the dressing rooms, a bag already in your hands. He lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding when he sees your face. 

You wave him over as you say your goodbyes to the worker. “Where did you go off to, silly?” you tease.

“Nowhere,” he grumbles. “You get everything?”

“Yes! And I even got something for you so no peeking in this one.”

He laughs, “I’m sure I can control myself; can we get my pretzel now?”

When he’s putting the bags in the trunk, he pauses when he sees a peek of orange and black in that bag. 

He won’t be forgetting that before Christmas. Maybe he’ll even be super good to get an early present from Santa. Or maybe even tonight, he muses while taking a bite out of his pretzel.

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Katsuki is tired when he gets home from his Friday evening shift; he's so glad it's finally the weekend. He peels off his winter hero costume, leaving parts of it on the floor as he walks to the bedroom to put on some sweats and just relax. He hopes this weekend will be uneventful, and maybe see you a few times; well... definitely do more than just see you.

He’s slipping on his shirt when he hears a knock at the door. He’s still putting on his shirt as he whips it open. “What do you wan-“ 

“Hello to you too,” you chuckle at the surprised look on his face.

Katsuki quickly pulls you into his arms, glad to see you after his long week. “I thought you had plans with the girls tonight?”

“I do, but I wanted to stop by and see you first.” You secretly wish you didn’t have to stop by , but Katsuki wants to take it slow. It’s cute because he’s so nervous to mess things up but also it’s been long enough and you're ready to take the next step.

Damn his own hesitancy, because he’s so glad to see you right now. “Come inside baby.”

You sit down on the couch and you can’t get over the way he is constantly touching you: brushing your hair back, placing a hand on your knee, his fingers intertwining with yours. It’s so nice when the two of you can relax like this. 

A loud boom shakes the building and suddenly the lights flicker out.

“What the fuck,” he growls, getting his phone to call the agency. You grab yours and text the girls that the power is out and to hold for updates.

He comes back in the room after hanging up the phone, assuring you that it’s nothing to be worried about. Apparently, a fight knocked out the power substation and it’ll take a few hours for the power to come back. 

“The good news is the heat is not electric,” he muses, “but it’s so damn dark now.” He turns on his phone’s flashlight and points it towards the ceiling.

“Aww, Katsuki. Are you afraid of the dark?” you laugh and he looks at you with disbelief. “Don’t you have any candles?”

You gather all the candles he had packed away in a closet and set them on the kitchen island. He gently begins lighting them one at a time while you get comfy on a barstool. You can’t help but admire how handsome he is in the candlelight, but also he’s hot all the time so it really shouldn’t make your heart react this way.

He notices that look on your face and he pauses in his task, his own face flushing as he keeps his gaze on the candles’ flames. “I uh… had something I wanted to talk about… with you.”

“You can tell me anything Katsu,” you reply, gently, reaching across the island to touch his arm.

Better now than never, he thinks. He gulps before practically shouting, “Iwantyoutomoveinwithme.”

Oh wow , Dynamight. Real fucking smooth. 

He tries again, softer, “Move in with me?”

He closes his eyes and misses your blinding smile when you speak. “Of course.”

Shock forces his eyes open, before his cockiness spreads. “Of course you will, you can’t get enough of me.”

You roll your eyes as he rounds the island, already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Better cancel with the girls because you’re all mine tonight, roomie .”

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Katsuki lounges on the leather couch lazily swirling his glass of whiskey. He likes acting like he’s the king of your apartment, admiring the way the drink sloshes over the large cube inside the frosted tumbler.

He takes a slow sip, watching you dance around the room. You’ve been singing along to Christmas music for hours, sorting through all the boxes of ornaments both of your parents readily offered to celebrate your first Christmas together.

There are at least four different boxes you’re pulling ornaments from and he finds it highly amusing that you can even find anything with how many boxes are in your apartment.

You had asked him if he would help you when you started decorating the tree, but Katsuki declined: he has a much better view from here. The look in his eyes as he turned you down with a single ‘no’ told you all you needed to know; Katsuki will entertain your holiday traditions, but only from afar.

Secretly, he’s glad you didn’t beg him to help. He’d much rather watch and learn for your first Christmas together so he can impress you next year. But with the way you’re debating the merits of each ornament, he knew you’d just move what he placed on the tree later that night.

Katsuki takes another sip of his drink before he hears you gasp. He stands abruptly, worried that you’ve hurt yourself, and watches you gingerly pull shards of glass out of a small box before placing them on the coffee table.

“What’s that?” he asks wearily. He’s not exactly sure he understands why these ornaments are important, but he can see how attached you are to the remaining parts of your family traditions.

He’s moving to you before he realizes what he’s doing and stops to kneel by your feet. He takes the box from you, sets it aside, and grasps your hands in his.

You tell yourself you won’t cry over broken glass as you hold back tears, “My mom and dad got this the Christmas I was born. It’s the first one they ever hung on their tree.”

“Don’t worry, princess, I'll fix it.” He knows you’re putting on a brave face just for him. “This probably isn’t the right time but I got you something.”

He reaches under the tree for a small wrapped box he placed there earlier.

He hands it to you with bated breath, watching you unwrap it. Nestled in the tissue paper is a snow globe ornament with a red ribbon hanger. It’s so delicate, the fake snow falling around the first selfie you coerced him into, the words ‘Our first Christmas’ scrawled across the bottom in his handwriting.

Your eyes start to water again, but this time from a different emotion. “Thank you so much, Katsu. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

If only you could read his mind because he thinks the same about you.

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The sun sets behind Katsuki as he runs through downtown Musutafu. The villain he’s facing keeps changing his face while throwing taunts at him. He chases the villain around a corner down and then down a dark alley, trapped in a dead-end with nowhere to run.

Finally, Katsuki thinks, until suddenly the villain's face changes again… to yours.

“What the fuck is that?” Your mouth moves but doesn’t match the words he’s hearing. “Katsu… KATSUKI.”

A pinch to his foot is what finally breaks through and he wakes from his dream. He kicks his leg out at you, but you’ve already anticipated his move and playfully jumping out of the way...

He opens his eyes, and you’re standing next to the couch with a smirk on your face. “Why did you wake me, sweetheart ?” he groans the nickname, annoyed that you woke him up just as the dream was getting good.

Oh, that’s the mood he’s going for today? You’ll have to try and turn that around.

“I was asking you a question,” you counter. “I said, ‘what the fuck is that?’”

He sits up, looking around the room. He doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. Maybe his hair? He checks that too, but it's still all there. He flips his palm up to you with a shrug, silently asking you to elaborate.

“This. What is this ?” you say as you tug on the corner of the blanket he was napping under.

It’s ugly. Beyond ugly, actually. The quilt is fraying along the edges, it must have been a bright rainbow of colors at one point, but those days are long past.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow, “First, you wake me up from a good nap. Second, you’re mocking my blanket?”

“Is that what this is?” you tease. He brushes his hair back from his face and closes his eyes again, leaning back against the couch. “How come I’ve never seen it before?”

He sighs, obviously you’re not letting him fall back asleep now. “My mom dropped it off yesterday,” he grumbles. “It belonged to my grandparents. Mom always said her grandmother quilted it as a gift for their wedding.”

He runs his fingers along the patterns affectionately and you can tell this blanket is really important to him. Katsuki glances up to you and sees the way your eyes sparkle, deep in thought. 

“Hop on in baby,” he says, raising the corner of the blanket to you with a smirk.

You roll your eyes but slide in under the blanket next to him. It is pretty soft and cozy, perfect for napping. 

“This is my new favorite blanket now,” you whisper in his ear. “That is until your mom makes us one for our wedding.”

Katsuki can barely hear your laughter over the sound of his own choking. You're going to be the death of him, he swears it.

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“Baby,” you whine, “I’m cold.” And just like magic, a sweater appears in your hands.

Katsuki somehow shedded his without taking his eyes off of his video game and left himself in only his black tank. You pull it on happily, smirking to yourself before picking up your discarded controller and settling back against him, resuming your role in the game.

Little does he know that you've been playing this little game with him for several days, slowly gathering a pile of his extra sweaters, shirts, and sweatpants.

It takes him an entire week to figure it out, but only when he’s standing in his closet. Katsuki realizes his stack of sweaters is gone; they’re not in the laundry he folded this morning, they are fully missing.

His brows furrow in thought. He knows he wore them recently, but it’s not like they all somehow got ripped or ruined. He would remember that.

Katsuki turns around when he hears you rustling in your overnight bag next to his bed. Toothbrush in hand, you brush his cheek with your lips on your way to the bath and murmur, “Good morning, baby.”

He replies with a hand grasping your upper thigh, stopping you from continuing.

“You… are a little thief,” he growls, trailing his fingers up from your thigh to the bottom of your, ahem, his sweater.

You smirk at his temper, knowing he finally caught on to your little game.

“What was the point of stealing all of my clothes?” he glares at you expectantly.

“Maybe I like wearing them—” you tease, poking him in the chest before stepping closer to his body, “—or maybe, I like you not wearing them even more.”

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“Do you hear that?” You look around Katsuki’s apartment curiously, wondering if you actually heard what you think it was.

“Hear what,” he replies distractedly. He’s been messing with his gauntlets for the better part of an hour, trying to fix a malfunctioning gear.

You ignore his response, instead getting off the couch to see if you can hear it again, looking in each corner of the room and out the windows.

You miss the way Katsuki smirks at his work and puts down his tools to follow you silently.

You enter the kitchen and see a wrapped present on the counter that definitely wasn’t there earlier. You look at the tag and you're shocked to find your name on it.

“Go on, open it,” you spin around with the gift in your hands to see Katsuki leaning against the doorframe.

Your eyes light up with delight and you rip apart the paper. Inside, there’s a fluffy bed, some toys, and a small bag of treats.

“Katsuki… what’s all this for…” you trail off, not sure why he’s torturing you like this.

“Hold on a sec.” He disappears and you sit down, grateful for the chair behind you. 

He cannot be real right now, you think. Katsuki has told you before that he is a pet-free man and you’d put off all thoughts of getting a pet again, but now?

“Shh, she’s right here,” he coos to the small bundle cradled in his hands as he enters the room again.

He softly transfers the tiny furry creature into your hands and you blink rapidly, trying to dispel the tears from your eyes. Your heart starts to race as you look at the adorable grey kitten Bakugou has just given you.

“I can’t believe this,” you whisper, picking up the kitten and listening as its tiny meows turn into purrs.

His gaze is soft as he watches you with the kitten; it makes something in his heart burn like never before. “I found her in the street yesterday while on patrol. She looked so scared and I knew you wanted one. Before I knew it, I was picking her up and taking her to a vet to get checked out.”

Your breath hitches, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“I couldn’t just leave her there. She deserves to have a good home,” he reaches out to stroke the kitten’s back as she starts to fall asleep on your chest. “She deserves to have a family.”

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You could sit and watch Bakugou in the kitchen for hours. That’s nothing new, it's just like when his fights get broadcast on the news: you sit transfixed, in awe of his raw power and fluid movements. 

Also… Katsuki is just so damn attractive . The way he’s so precise in cutting vegetables and measuring out olive oil: how does he make baking focaccia look so effortless and sensual?

He knows you’re watching him, the damn bastard. He’s been smirking ever since he got the flour out to start his recipe.

“Y/N—” he calls, interrupting your ogling, “would you be a sweetheart and get the dough from the proving drawer?”

Katsuki, ever the perfectionist, has everything a professional needs to cook. He doesn’t even look as you collect and set the plastic tub next to him on the counter. 

You’re already moving back to your seat when Katsuki’s suddenly pressing you against the counter, trapping you between his arms as he grips the container.

“Katsuki! What are you doing?” you question, surprised at his sudden movements.

His chuckle rumbles through his chest, “I need your help with this next part.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you need to do,” you squeak out, unsure.

He places your hands under his own, saying, “Let me show you.”

Time moves slowly as you knead the dough and oil mixture lightly with your fingertips, especially once Katsuki removes his hands from guiding yours but he doesn’t move from his stance behind you.

Your skin prickles with anticipation as he tells you to dump the mix onto the baking sheet before you both work together to lay out a pattern with the cut vegetables.

He steps away to place the tray in the oven before turning and leaving the kitchen.

You open your mouth to complain when you hear his yelling, “Are we fucking or not, sweetheart? Get your ass in here, we only have an hour.”

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The plan of spending a week lounging around on a beach while it's snowing back in Japan has been taunting you for over a month, but now the time has finally arrived.

You didn’t even think of going on vacation until you and Katsuki were lazing around a few weeks ago: with you coloring a panel on your tablet and him watching videos on his phone, your legs intertwined as you lay on his chest.

He watched the same video over several times before you asked to see it. “Is that… a volcano exploding?” you ask curiously. He hums in response, his eyes wide with wonder.

A thought appears at the back of your brain and you rush to voice it before the moment changes. “Would… would you want to go see one?”

“See one what?” He replies, before looking at you in shock. “Wait, you mean you want to go see one of these in person?”

“I don’t think the exploding part, but we could probably see the lava and stuff,” you guess, already moving to look it up.

“Fuck yeah, I want to see that,” Katsuki grins. Two hours later, he had booked your tickets to Hawaii. 

You shake your head at the memory and how impulsive you both were. Impulsive and procrastinating. Your flight is tomorrow and you still haven’t finished packing.

Sighing, you look over the piles on the bed, deciding what you can fit in the suitcase next to Katsuki’s trunks and tanks.

“Did you already pack my toothbrush?” Bakugou grumbles, walking in from the en suite bath.

“No, but I put it in the bag I left on the counter,” you say distractedly, debating between two shirts in your hands.

He grimaces, taking in the disaster scene in the bedroom. “What the hell is all this?”

“I can’t decide what to bring!” you whine, frustrated by your choices. You spin around, showing him the shirts. “Which one?!”

Eyes rolling, Katsuki points to one and you quickly fold and toss it in the suitcase. He steps tentatively towards you and lifts your chin with his finger.

“Woman,” he says gruffly. “You can wear a bag for all I care. Just be comfortable.”

You scoff at him. “So I shouldn’t bring the new suit I bought?” He glances at it quickly, ready to reply ‘who cares’, before he realizes what you’re holding.

“Fuck no! The hell is that?” he shouts. “You’ll be practically naked!”

You burst out into laughter. “You idiot,” you admonish, tweaking his nose as he looks at you in disbelief.

Tossing the swimsuit into the suitcase, you look him in the eyes, “Did you forget we’ve got a private pool?”

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Your eyes follow Katsuki’s form as he flies across the ice. He’s been pushing himself to learn so much in the last hour and your chest is almost bursting with pride.

Todoroki suggested the exercise to Bakugou a few weeks ago after they teamed up in a fight and he took ‘Half n’ half’s’ suggestion to heart so they can work better together in the future.

It led to your afternoon spent at the ice rink, watching your boyfriend teach himself how to ice skate. You brought along some snacks to watch the show, but they sit ignored, you're too busy watching Katsuki the entire time.

Each frustrated yell after he loses his balance and every false step is met with fiery determination in his eyes. You can tell by his smirk that he’s also impressed with his new skills as he skates over to you on the side of the rink.

You whistle and his smile grows wider. “You looked so good out there, baby,” you wink.

Grinning, he pulls his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. “I know I did. But fuck , that was one of the most difficult workouts I’ve done in ages.”

He shakes his head at your look of concern, “Don’t worry about it though, it felt fucking great. I’ll come back another time to practice with my gauntlets ‘cause they might throw me off balance.”

You pull out your phone, already moving to schedule another time slot for him, when Katsuki starts skating away.

“Babe! Where are you going? I thought you were done for today?”

He throws you a wink over his shoulder,  “Oh, I’m done practicing.” He stops at the stereo at the other end of the rink and presses a button.

Music starts playing through the loudspeakers and it takes a moment before you recognize the song. You stare at Katsuki with wide eyes when he rushes back over, pulling you to your feet as you begin complaining you’re not wearing any skates.

“Shut up you idiot,” he grumbles, lifting you into the air and you automatically wrap your legs around his waist. “I know what I’m doing.”

You hold on to the roots of his hair with one hand and the other grips his shirt as he slowly starts skating around the rink.

It only takes a few laps before you feel able to relax in his arms, you're no longer afraid you’ll cause you both to fall. You glance at his face, when the hell did Katsuki become so fucking romantic? To your surprise, his lips are mouthing the words to the love song he turned on.

God , you think and pull his face to yours, kissing each other breathless. I love you so fucking much.

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You hum as you fold laundry in the bedroom, half-watching a show on your propped-up phone. Tsking, you count the number of socks and notice you are missing a few. 

“Katsuki!” you shout through the open doorway, hoping he’s not sleeping. “Are you leaving your socks in the couch again??”

“Hah?! What did you say, woman?” he yells back.

“Come here!” 

“The fuck? No! If you want to talk, you come here.”

You wait a few seconds, knowing he’s too curious to ignore you. Sure enough, Katsuki is soon leaning in the doorway, his brows knitted together in exasperation.

“What do you need? I was cooking dinner.”

You toss the socks at him, a few flying over his head as he dodges them with a grin. “Stop losing your socks! Throw them in the hamper when you take them off.”

He huffs, picking up the socks before pressing them into your waiting hand with a bizarre look in his eyes.

“Stop messin’ round and come eat,” he sighs at you. 

You drop the socks into his sock drawer and reach forward to wrap your arms around his waist. He suppresses his facial reaction to your touch, but his mouth twitches in the beginning of a smile.

“Did you finish your chores?” you ask, lifting your hand to ruffle his hair. He closes his eyes, his body involuntarily reacting to the relaxing sensation.

“Yes, obviously,” he grunts. “We made the list together. Would I forget?”

You hold back a giggle and Katsuki feels the hitch in your chest, eyes flashing back open. He leans back, quizzically, searching your face.

“Did you finish yours too?”He grins in surprise at the paling of your face; you know he’s not going to let this go anytime soon.

“Whatcha teasing me for when you’re not even done yourself, huh?” He pinches your side and you jump in surprise before both hands are tickling your sides.

Shrieking, you try to slap his hands away but he counters with more. You manage to slip from his grasp and race to the bed, sliding across it as he chases you.

He freezes in the chase when he sees the falling snow outside your window, a little surprised at how much joy he feels inside at the sight. “Babe, it’s snowing outside.”

You turn in surprise, seeing the light snowfall beginning to accumulate on the window ledge.

A soft ‘wow’ escapes you. The time before the first snow always seems to take longer each winter, always catching you off guard when it starts. You wonder if Katsuki could be dragged along to pick out a live tree, even if he sulks the entire time. Maybe he would enjoy cutting one down himself or—

A quick flash of blonde hair out of your peripheral is the only warning you get before Katsuki is tackling you onto the bed. You squirm under him trying to break free as he holds your wrists above your head. 

He smirks, his heated gaze runs over your body, before leaning into you. You close your eyes, anticipating his lips on yours, but then the weight on your chest is gone, nothing but cold air hovering over your body.

Katsuki’s laughter makes your face flush as he calls out from the door, “I told you, dinner is almost ready.”

You start planning your revenge for later while hopping off the bed and following him to the kitchen.

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The buzz of your phone during lunch alerts you to Katsuki’s texts. Smiling, you unlock the screen, wondering why he’s texting during his shift. He’s always so focused on the job, never texting you unless he’s back at the agency.

bakugou: babe. u awake yet?

bakugou: BABE

you: tf. arnt you working lol

bakugou: filling out paperwork, kicked some ass earlier.

bakugou: fucking chocolate guy has a show on netflix now. come over and chill later?

you: deal ;) see u tonight

When you show up at his apartment after his shift is over, Katsuki answers the door in gray sweats, a vintage All Might t-shirt, and… “are those glasses?” You stifle a laugh. 

“Yes,” he grumbles. “Haha, it’s very funny. I just ran out of contacts.”

He pushes them up on the bridge of his nose and glares, daring you to keep laughing. “I think… you look handsome. Very hot,” you reply.

He puffs up with pride under your gaze, inviting you inside and closing the door.

You’re confused when he leads the way into the living room but you quickly notice that the TV is on but paused, and snacks line the coffee table.

Katsuki jumps over the back of the couch, laying down, and waves his hands at you. “Whatcha staring at me like that for?”

“I thought you invited me over for Netflix and chill ?” you question.

“Uh yeah, idiot.” He points at the TV, “That’s Netflix—” and continues while patting the couch, “—and this is chill.” 

You laugh awkwardly as his closed expression gives no insight into his thoughts. “ Ohhh right , gotcha, I can’t wait to watch.” You cuddle into his chest as he pulls the quilted blanket over you both. 

He hums with contentment once you stop fussing and turns on the show. Only to pause it a few minutes later.

“What’d ya think I meant when I asked you to come over.”

You stiffen, unable to hide your darting eyes, and his expression darkens. “Oh,” he chuckles dryly, “it does mean something else.”

He moves quickly, flipping you underneath him, pinning you to the couch. He cups your cheeks with his hands, pulling you into an intense kiss and you wind your arms around his neck. 

“Damn, if I knew ya’d come running for sex if I’d asked…” You tighten your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, keeping his mouth on yours, and hopefully stopping him from ruining the mood by talking.

You grind your hips into him and he hisses at the friction as his hardening cock grinds against your thigh.

His fingertips dig into your hips, stopping you from rubbing yourself against him again. “Bedroom?” he pants.

“No here, now, please .”

“Relax princess, we’ve got all the time we need,” he says, leaning back and pulling off his shirt. “And I want to savor you.”

Desire spreads across his face when you sit up as much as you can, pulling your shirt off, bare chest brushing against his.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” he growls, palming your breast, and watching with fascination as the warmth from your face spreads down your neck and chest. 

He attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, tongue circling the bud and letting go with a wet pop. The sensation surprises you, and you grab the roots of his hair as he moves to give the other the same treatment. 

He grunts when you pull too much, but doesn’t shy away from the pain.

You shudder as your hands smooth over the planes of his chest, scratching with your fingertips and he lets out a deep groan.

He dives back into the kiss, tongue darting out to lick at your lips, beginning entrance. You allow it, his taste on your tongue is a flavor that is entirely Bakugou Katsuki: daring, sweet, and slightly rough around the edges.

He unbuttons your jeans and snakes a hand under your waistband, feeling the damp spot growing on your underwear. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head and he hasn’t even touched you yet. “Stop fucking around Katsuki and—”

“Fuck you? You need some better lines, woman,” he leans back on his heels, lifting your hips and helping you out of your pants.

He pushes down his sweats, his cock bobbing against his stomach as he kicks his legs free. You lick your lips at the sight of his weeping tip and he catches the movement out of the corner of his eye, giving you a nasty grin.

He leans back over you, fingers sliding down your body and disappearing between your legs. Both of you suck in a deep breath as his fingers inch inside you, curling them slightly against your walls.

His fingers moved in and out without resistance as he begins fucking you with them. A small moan escapes your mouth at his steady pace.

You whine with half-lidded eyes, “Put your cock in me already.” Your hands grip his biceps, nails leaving crescents, and the feeling of you using your strength against him only makes him harder.

He kisses you desperately, absorbing your moans when he pulls his fingers from your core. He strokes his cock, wetting himself with your fluids.

Groaning, he lines up and sinks in one solid flick of his hips.

You gasp and he watches the reactions fly across your face. His large cock never fails to stretch your walls, and he’s pleased, knowing you’ll never get used to the feeling of him.

“You take me so fuckin’ good, y/n,” Katsuki grunts, pulling out and snapping his hips back to yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, changing the angle of his thrusts, and you keen when he hits that spongy spot inside of you with every steady stroke.

Wrapping one hand around your throat, he squeezes just enough to feel your pulse jump. Your hand rests on his as he holds you in place with his fiery gaze.

Each clench of your cunt drives the fire in him. He pulls you to his chest, lips meeting yours with ferocity, and you both moan at the new angle his hips are moving to, driving in deeper with each thrust.

You can feel the coil inside of you threatening to snap, muscles clenching around his cock as you scream his name.

Head fuzzing, you feel Katsuki moving unsteadily as he moans. Warmth fills you as he stutters before he’s falling lightly on top of you with an ‘oof’.

You shakily lift his chin with your finger and your mouths meet in a lazy kiss, slowly coming down from your highs.

He doesn’t hesitate after catching his breath, rolling you with him as he moves to his side, his cock softening still inside of you. 

You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest while Katsuki presses a gentle kiss to your temple, whispering, “I’ll wake you up for another round after your nap.”

You snort trying to roll your eyes, already falling asleep, and he turns the TV back on without the volume. He’s not watching, however; but instead gazing on your face, watching your eyes flutter in sleep.

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Katsuki knows you’re not one to drink. He knows your reasons, hell , he believes in them too. Why would he willingly let control of his body that way? He only drinks occasionally himself and only when he knows it’s top-shelf alcohol.

He thought you just didn’t like the spiked eggnog, after all, you did drink the non-alcoholic version at dinner with Deku and his girlfriend, but it’s obviously more complicated than that because now you’re ill in his bathroom.

“Why can’t I come in? I don’t want to see ya puking, but don’t you want me to hold your hair back or some shit?” he says with his forehead against the door.

He’s been knocking for a while, ever since you ran off while the two of you were sitting together in the kitchen.

He can’t help the way his heart is urging him to knock down the door and hold your hand or push your hair back from your face.

He scrunches his nose at the sound of the flushing toilet.

“Babe. What the hell is wrong with you?” He knocks again without a response. “Hello? Imma fucking tear this door down if you won’t answer.”

His brain starts to piece together the events, making him flush. The refusal of alcohol the other night, the occasional tummy aches that have you running towards the bathroom , and how you let him fuck you raw a few weeks ago. 

Is she pregnant? He gulps at the thought. Fucking hell. A little monster running around that looks and acts just like him. That’s horrifying.

But the idea of you knocked up with his kids has him biting his fist and groaning. Actually… the kids themselves wouldn’t be too bad either if they acted even just a little bit like you.

The door unlocks with a click that stirs him from his thoughts. Disgruntled, you look at him holding the door frame with barely-veiled anger.

“Get that look off your face,” you snap. “I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

Are his feelings really that visible on his face? He tries to school his expression. “What’re you doing in there?”

“You’re an idiot,” you reply, anger already falling away at his visible tender care. “I’m not anything, I think I’m becoming lactose intolerant.” You lead him to the fridge, pulling out a blue carton. “You didn’t get the dairy-free eggnog like I asked.”

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You glance at the clock for what feels like the 100th time in ten minutes and sigh heavily. Katsuki was supposed to be back an hour ago from his shift and he hasn’t texted since lunch. 

Pushing yourself away from the island, you hop off the stool and take the pots and pans with tonight’s dinner cooling inside, and put them in the oven.

Bakugou’s schedule has been the worst he’s had since he started as a pro and it feels like you haven’t seen him besides when he’s eating or crawling into bed next to you.

It’s left a dark feeling in your chest that you can't push away, no matter how much you rub at the pain. 

You realize it’s not aimed at Katsuki or his work, but at the world who gets to spend more time with him than you.

The sound of keys at the door has you quickly wiping away hot tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. You slowly pull yourself together as you set out plates and cups for both.

Katsuki is taking his time putting his suit in the bedroom closet since he’s not sniffing his way into the kitchen. You walk to the bedroom, entering and planning to help him, but gasp when the sight of his body stops you short.

“Baby,” he says weakly, “can you hold this… please?” Katsuki’s only half-dressed in his pants, pressing a large bandage against his side. You rush over, gingerly touching the bandage and tutting at him when he winces with pain.

“What the hell did you do to yourself?” You can feel the anger at his rashness rising within you and try to resist the urge to snap at him further.

He rubs his hand across his face and groans as you shift the bandage to peek underneath. The skin is already pinking and stitched together, so he must have thankfully had it checked out.

“The fucker got me as I was getting an extra out of the way,” he explains. “He looked much worse than me by the time I put his ass in the back of the police car.”

You offer a dry laugh, finishing your assessment of his wound and standing. You give him a look and he raises an eyebrow in response.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not dumb. The agency made me take tomorrow off to recoup.”

He winces when you wrap your arms around him, but ignores your hesitation and pulls you closer by the waist.

“I… I’m glad you’re mostly okay,” you whisper into his shirt. “I know you did your best.”

Katsuki clears his throat after a moment, quietly replying, “Thank you.”

You intertwine your fingers together behind his back and look up at his contemplative expression. “Dinner is ready if you’re hungry.”

“One sec… I, uh, decided something at the end of my shift today. This month has been dumb and I know ya miss seeing my ass, so I’m not going back to work for a bit.”

He chuckles before closing your jaw, shocking you out of your stupor.

“Really??” you squeal in delight.

“Wouldn’t lie to you, princess. Whatever you want to do, I’m all for it,” he says as you nuzzle your face under his chin. “But first, I just wanna eat dinner and then curl up with you and the damn cat.”

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Bakugou Katsuki has never attended the holiday party his agency has thrown each year, instead choosing to be alone at home. He’s always scoffed at anyone who asked him to bring cups or chips, glaring at them until they received the message and scurried off.

Last year, he avoided bringing it up to you since you had just started dating and spent the night with you instead. But this year, he fucked up, bringing home a reminder card about the party and leaving it in his bag. When you found it, you waved it in his face, asking why he didn’t tell you about the party.

“Because I don’t like them!” He yells, hands crackling with small bursts. He runs a hand over his frustrated face, calming himself down, and sighs when you start massaging his shoulders. “I don’t like talking about the damn weather or participating in whatever dumb fucking games they try to play.”

It doesn’t take long for you to convince him to go this year, but only after you swear to not leave his side and promise to wear something that leaves him drooling the entire night.

When the evening comes, he’s darkening a corner of the room with his demeanor and scaring off the interns who come to chat with him. He barely can control himself when you walk away to use the bathroom, wanting to follow at your heels like a puppy.

He can’t stand small talk, especially when it’s extras like the people he works with. Way too many people have complimented his sweater tonight and he might blow up the next person who does.

Katsuki pulls at one of the puffs making up Santa’s beard on his sweater. He doesn’t mind wearing it but it helps that you’re wearing a matching one featuring Mrs. Claus. You slipped yours just before the party with him watching with hooded eyes, but he’s pretty damn sure Mrs. Claus doesn’t wear tight skirts and go without underwear to a party.

You gave his to him just after, practically purring into his ear, “Wear this and I’ll help you pull it off later,” and he’s never put on a sweater faster in his life.

He startles when your hand slips into his back pocket, but once he knows it's you he returns the favor, grabbing a handful of ass. Katsuki opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the office secretary standing at the front of the room, tapping a microphone.

Her voice echoes around in the enclosed space as she drones on before she’s suddenly calling out his name.

“What the fuck is she saying? A contest? For what?” He mutters when people start clapping and turning to look at him with stupid grins.

You start grinning, “Oh Katsuki, you won! It’s an ugly sweater contest, come on, she’s calling you up there.”

“Won what?!” He’s shocked enough to allow you to pull him through the crowd and he can barely feel the pats on the shoulders from his coworkers through the buzzing of his ears.

His ears turn red as his boss hands him a small plastic trophy and your kiss on his cheek has him spluttering. His hands heat up and he has to loosen his grip on his prize before it turns to liquid.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” you whisper in his ear and he flushes further. The crowd is still clapping as he thanks his boss, grabbing your hand and stalking back to the corner he’s claimed.

Later that night, he affectionately sets the partially melted trophy on his nightstand before you both eagerly pull off his award-winning sweater.

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You walk past Katsuki leaning on the counter, decorating the gingerbread house you got him when a flash of red out of the corner of your eyes stops you in your tracks.

“Why the hell does that icing look like blood? Where did you find that?”

He shrugs at you, focusing on mixing the icing in his hands. “Obviously, I made it. The red you had wasn’t dark enough.”

“Because it’s supposed to be Santa red, not murder red!” You huff, taking a good look at what he’s doing. “Why do you need it that dark?”

“It’s a crime scene, duh ,” Katsuki glances at your gingerbread setup with a mean grin. “What the fuck is yours supposed to be?”

You smack your hand to your forehead. God, he is so irritating sometimes. Taking a deep breath, you reply, “It’s us, decorating our gingerbread home.”

He stands, walks around to your station, and leans over the counter. Katsuki inspects each piece with care, picking them up and delicately setting them back down. You catch the twitch of his lips when he sees something he likes.

“That doesn’t look like me,” he mutters, straightening and reaching to pull you to him, tucking your head under his chin. “And you’re much shorter in real life.”

He laughs as you half-heartedly smack your fists against his chest, and lifts you into his arms when you try to escape from his grasp.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’d much rather take a bite out of you,” he grins.

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You check your outfit in the reflection of your car window one last time before leaving the parking lot and heading for the street. You don’t quite understand why you’re so nervous, it’s not like you’ve never been on a date before.

Well, that’s not exactly true. You’ve started dates, but every single one has ended in disaster before the appetizers even showed up.

The record: leaving dinner before the drinks came because your date started flirting with the waitstaff. Asshole .

You’re more prepared for this date than any one you’ve had before. You and Bakubro began talking online a few weeks ago, and even though it’s been slow-moving, your genuine connection has grown into something… more .

Your cheeks flush as you walk into the coffee shop, eagerly looking around but trying to be subtle about it. You’re finally going to meet him today.

Bakubro sent you a final message this morning and you look at it once more, as you step in the line to order.

bakubro: see you at 2, princess. i’ll be the one who can’t stop staring into your eyes.

You muffle your giggle into your scarf as his sappiness when a loud voice behind you breaks the moment between you and your phone.

“Oi! Stop holding up the line!”

You flinch, looking up to see the cashier waving you forward with a small smile. You don’t turn around to give the jerk-off a piece of your mind, instead of placing your order quickly and tipping a fair amount for making her wait.

Rushing off to the side, you grab a table near the pickup station and send off a message to Bakubro.

princess: im here! Just ordered. txt me if you dont see me

You hear a ding as soon as your message sends, your head whipping up, but no one in your eyesight moves to grab a phone from a pocket or even has one in their hands. Damn, that would have been perfect.

“Hot chocolate with dairy-free whipped cream for Y/N!” calls a barista. You make your way to grab the cup and someone from behind you scoffs. It’s the asshat from earlier.

You sniff, point your nose in the air, and collect your drink. You’re almost back to your seat when you hear his voice again. “Is this seat taken?”

You jump, placing a hand on your chest, but recover quickly at his nasty grin. “Yes, it is,” you reply curtly.

“Hah, I don’t fucking believe you, no one was sitting here earlier and—”

“Now wait a minute,” you interject, “who cares if they weren’t, you fucking stalker. And I’m saving it for someone.”

“Don’t interrupt me,” he sits down roughly in the chair across from you, glaring at your hot chocolate.

“I didn’t say you could sit,” you exclaim indignantly. “Go somewhere else!”

“There aren't any other open spots, you hot chocolate idiot,” he huffs, taking a sip from his cup.

He continues, ignoring your angry expression and the way your hands are tensing into fists. “You come to one of the best coffee places in the city and you buy a fucking hot chocolate? Are you insane,” he deadpans. “Grow some balls and drink something real.”

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes and start texting your date, refusing to give the rude man in front of you the satisfaction of making you cry.

princess: something came up, sorry. lets meet a different day

You stand after sending but instantly freeze as the man’s phone dings on the table. Your eyes widen as you see your icon appear on his screen and he looks up at you in recognition and then shock.

He bolts up, yelling your name as you scramble away and he follows you out of the crowded shop.

You furiously wipe at the tears falling from your eyes and the few seconds of hesitation is all he needs to catch the back of your coat.

“Don’t touch me!” You whirl around, hand reaching out to slap his cheek. But his hand moves faster, grabbing your wrist tightly and pulling it away from his face.

He drops your hand, face morphing into shock at his movements, and steps back, throwing up his arms as he pleads. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that back there. I didn’t mean it.”

You mock him with a laugh. “You’re sorry? You didn’t mean it? Apologies if I don’t believe you. Who says any of that to a stranger?”

You shake your head at him, taking a step back, “Lose my number.”

His expression breaks open and the anguish on his face is enough to make you pause. He drops to his knees and your jaw drops open. “What the fuck are you doing?! Get up, people are watching us.”

“I don’t care,” he shivers, having left his coat behind in his haste to reach you. “I am sorry! I didn’t realize it was you, and I don’t know how I didn’t before. God, you’re so beautiful and real and I’m sorry I fucked up our first date so badly… I was having a shitty day and I was anxious to meet this amazing, beautiful person who I can't stop thinking about. And I know it's not a fucking excuse, but I am sorry. Can we start again? Is that possible?”

You bite your lip, looking around before resting your gaze on the earnest man in front of you. “Fine, yes. Oh my god, can you get up now?”

The tips of his ears turn pink but he grins, dusting off his knees as he stands. It doesn’t take him more than a moment before he’s bowing deeply towards you. “My name is Bakugou Katsuki. Can I buy you a cup of hot chocolate?”

You roll your eyes at him, his antics not making up for his earlier mistakes, but another hot chocolate might help.

“Extra whipped cream and a bagel this time too,” you reply and Katsuki’s grin widens.

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You rest your face on the cool glass of the car window, absorbed in the view of the city lights flashing by. Katsuki’s warm hand rests on your knee, pulling your attention back to him.

You tut at him, turning to look once more out the window as he slows the car. It’s been a while since you’ve gone out for more than dinner for date night and it was Katsuki’s turn to plan everything.

He tossed out idea after idea, before settling on tonight’s events. Neither of you wanted a “Christmas-themed” date, as you’ve already exhausted yourselves from the normal holiday activities. Tree picking, decorating, so much baking, and hanging out with friends.

Katsuki almost blasted Deku out of his office when he invited you both to the group’s caroling bar crawl.

He wants you all to himself on this night out, damnit. He parks his sleek black car outside of the karaoke bar and you’re pleasantly surprised at his choice.

You turn in your seat to face him as he zips up his jacket. “Since when do you like singing?

He lifts one eyebrow, “What kind of fucking monster doesn’t like karaoke?” You shrug, but your eyes sparkle with amusement.

As Katsuki leads you inside with a hand at the base of your spine, you barely catch a glimpse of the bar and other patrons before you’re walking into a private room.

Katsuki is eager to show you around, pointing out the features of the room and helping you order some food from the kiosk. Tossing your coat on the couch, you tuck your feet under you and sit on the side.

“So… how do we start?” you ask impatiently. Katsuki just grins at you, stepping up to the kiosk and swiping through the song list before choosing one decisively.

Your eyes with recognition and your mouth opens as the opening beats play. Is he… is your boyfriend going to rap right now? You look around the room as if trying to find video cameras recording this because there is no way Bakugou Katsuki is singing a Lil Nas X song right now.

You shake your head, trying to focus on your boyfriend who is handling the rhymes with ease as he sings to you . “Who even are you?” you mouth at him and he grins toothily.

Katsuki starts dancing saucily, making you laugh at the ridiculous turn the date is taking.

As your time in the private passes, you take turns singing progressively worse songs, trying to top each other with your selections. You crone at him with cheesy love songs and he retaliates with the classic 90s hits. Each song begins and ends with laughter until you’re both walking out in tears.

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“Oi! I’m fucking talking to you!”

You roll your eyes, not stopping as you collect your mail from the boxes in your lobby. This man has been following you for the last week. He’s brash and abrasive, but extremely handsome and he knows it .

“Yes, yes. What do you need now?” You reply calmly, turning and not missing the way his eyes rake over your figure. Eyes meeting, you lift an eyebrow and he splutters.

“Why— how— are you following me?! Stop doing that.” His hand rakes through his hair in frustration. You haven’t seen this side of him yet and it’s doing funny things to your insides.

“Me! I’m not the one following you,” you snap back. “I live here. In this building.”

He blanches, muttering, “Me too.” His quick emotional outbursts are frustrating him —and you— but there’s something about you that keeps throwing him off his game. Sighing, he grabs his keys to unlock his mailbox and grabs his mail, “Look, I’m sorry for yelling. I’m… it’s been a long month. A long year.”

He notices your posture softening and decides to keep going, pushing past his comfort zone. “Bakugou,” he announces, bowing. “Or Pro Hero Dynamight, if ya watch the news.”

You introduce yourself too, and his eyes wrinkle at you offering your first name and he repeats it over and over in his mind. He’s a little shocked when you say you don’t recognize his hero name, but then again, he’s only been a pro for a little over a year.

The jingle of the bells on the apartment entryway door shakes you both out of your little bubble and he chuckles anxiously. “I’m hungry. I know a good place for curry rice,” he starts walking away but turns back when he doesn’t hear you following. “Ya coming or not?”

Baku— Katsuki , he asks you to call him, never knew he could fall so fucking fast in love. Ever since you accepted his half-assed attempt at a dinner invite, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind. Your scent, your smile, the way you laugh at his gruffness: it’s chipping away at his exterior and he worries he’ll be raw and unprotected like a newborn.

The first time you see his scars, he’s positive he’s scared you off. You listen quietly as he tells you, holding back tears, that I’m broken, my heart gave out because of my quirk . At the first drop of moisture that rolls down his cheek, your hand brushes it aside and he breaks.

Katsuki cries in your arms, your murmurs soothing the openness he’s bared to you. You pull the entire story from him: how he pushed himself too hard after graduating from UA, knowing the risks. How during last Christmas, his parents found him collapsed in his apartment and rushed him to the hospital. The miracle of a heart donor.

As he wakes up in his bed the next morning, Katsuki’s heart clenches at the cold surrounding him. You left and he just wants to curl up in a ball and die. He didn’t know this new heart could feel so painful and it fucking sucks .

The sound of the bedroom door opening shocks him into sitting up, his eyes barely taking in your face before he’s rushing to your side and scooping you up. “Katsuki!” you shriek as he tosses you on the bed, kissing you deeply.

“Please don’t ever leave me,” he breathes as he hovers over you.

Your hand cupping his cheek, you reply, “I’ll always be with you, I promise.”

Katsuki hasn’t spoken with you in a few days, but his heart isn’t breaking like he thought it might. You’ve helped to bring back more purpose to his life.

When you first told him about the charity for orphaned kids with quirks, he scoffed but ended up meeting you there to volunteer anyway. You got separated as soon as you both arrived, him getting doted over by the staff — a real hero, volunteering with kids.

It was one of the best days of his life.

Katsuki’s gone back without you several times to volunteer again. Those kids… love him and he cares for them too. They need a strong role model, he decides, someone to show them they can be a hero.

On Christmas Eve, he’s planned to meet you outside the orphanage for an evening walk. He arrived early, playing with the kids and chatting with the matron.

She’s walking him to the front door when he sees your picture on the wall and smiles, stopping in his tracks. The matron pauses to see what he’s seeing and her face falls.

“That’s Y/N,” she says slowly. “Did you know her?”

Katsuki’s about to respond, but the matron’s words freeze his soul. “Did? Doesn’t she still volunteer here?”

“Oh sweetie, no, she passed last Christmas,” she says, but Katsuki’s heart is beating so loudly in his ears, he barely can hear her. You… the person he’s been falling in love with… are dead?

He can’t believe it. He won’t believe it.

“You… what happened to them?” his voice cracks on the last word, but he has to know.

“They were leaving here and were walking home when someone struck them in a hit-and-run. Someone took them to a hospital, but there wasn’t much that could be done,” the matron’s voice is thick with tears. “They were such a good person and I think their family ended up deciding to donate their organs.”

Katsuki finds himself outside, standing in the snow, staring at the sky as he screams. In his haze and terror to get out of the orphanage, he said his goodbyes and ran out the door.

Fuck! You promised him you wouldn’t leave him, you said you’d always be with him .

Oh god. Has he always known that you weren’t there? Katsuki clutches at his heart, digging his nails into the skin. Has he been imagining you this entire time?

Katsuki, you need to calm down. His eyes fly open at the sound of your voice in his mind.

“How are you talking to me? You’re dead! Dead!” he yells at the sky.

No shit, it took you so long to figure it out , he can imagine you rolling his eyes.

“You’re the idiot, you should have told me. What the fuck am I doing, I’m talking to no one.”

I’m just as real as you. You know that.

He closes his eyes. “Just stop talking to me. Please.”

You don’t mean that. This is my quirk: telepathy. As long as my heart is still beating, I can still communicate with others. I can still live through you. And I love you.

Katsuki shudders. This is fucking horrifying, but he can’t stop himself. “I love you too.”

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The sunlight streams through the curtains, highlighting the tips of Katsuki’s hair and his sharp cheekbones. You admire the way light flickers and shadows across his face as you run your fingers gently through his locks.

You rarely wake up before your boyfriend and you’ll give him every extra second of peaceful rest that you can. His slack face barely moves as you memorize each eyelash and barely visible freckle with your fingertips.

You gently slip out of bed with a kiss to the tip of his nose and close the door quietly. Katsuki might get irritated that you started making breakfast without him, but he needs these precious moments of uninterrupted sleep.

It isn’t until you’ve got the rice cooking and are pulling the eggs from the fridge that you hear his footsteps entering the room. You turn to face him, only to be pulled into a bruising kiss.

Katsuki’s hands press into your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he drags his lips across yours. You gasp as he nips your bottom lip, tongue soothing the mark. His unshaven face tickles your palm as you cup his chin, angling his face.

Breathless, you pull back. “Good morning,” you laugh, resting your forehead against his. 

Katsuki’s smirk pulls at the corner of his eyes as he whispers, “Mornin’.”

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Whatcha worrying about that for, I’d rather wake up to you instead of an empty bed,” he says simply, loosening his grip on you as you finally set the egg carton on the counter. He hums as you check for any eggs that might have broken in your grip.

Reaching around you, he ignores your protest and breaks the first egg into the frying pan. “Katsuki,” you scold, “let me cook for once. It’s Christmas, go relax.”

“Never. I like cooking but I enjoy cooking for you more.”

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This audacity of this man… your husband thinks he’s so fucking sneaky.

You introduced the mistletoe tradition to him when you first started dating; but this year, Katsuki has gone too far. “Where did you even buy all of this?” you grumble, shaking your head as you spot another bundle hanging in a doorway.

Every single archway, window, and low ceiling in your home has been taken over by mistletoe. You can’t take more than four steps without coming across another bundle hanging above your head and the sound of footsteps rushing towards you.

“Katsuki,” you whine as he pulls your hips flush against him. “I have to pee! Please take some of these down, I can’t get anything done.”

“Not going happen, woman,” he says against your lips. “It’s too damn fun.”

He kisses you senselessly, ghosting his hands down your sides, before pulling away and smirking as your mouth chases after him. 

“Thought ya had to pee,” Katsuki hums before walking off.

He did take some of them down, but then he hid those same bundles in his coat pockets to taunt you in public: the train, the coffee shop, everywhere he can. 

At the grocery store, he meets you at the end of the aisle holding mistletoe above his head.

“You’re ridiculous, can’t you kiss me like a normal person?” You ignore him for a moment, reaching for the cereal, and placing it in the cart.

“No.” His eyes narrow as you read the back of another box. “Are ya gonna make me stand here like an idiot?”

“You’re the one who can put the mistletoe down at any time.”

“Not until we kiss!”

His underhanded way of asking for your affection relaxes after a few years because he grew into his feelings. He knows he doesn’t need a poisonous bunch of leaves to get close to you anymore but that doesn't make it any less fun.

It also doesn’t stop him from hanging a few bundles around the house every year. And from their very first Christmas, Katsuki teaches each one of your children the meaning behind the mistletoe.

When the kids giggle and beg for kisses from you, you’ll always look up to find Katsuki watching and waiting for his turn.

“Daddy needs his kisses too,” you whisper as your lips meet and his heart soars.

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Arms crossed across your chest, you stare at the massive tree taking up space in your living room. It’s fucking obscene, no one needs a tree this big, and you don’t think you have enough ornaments to fully decorate it with.

You and Katsuki had fully agreed on the size of the tree you needed before you got to the tree farm and spent the drive in peaceful silence. But once you arrived, you both spotted your own “perfect” trees.

“Tch, that one is too small. This one—” he gestures wildly “—is exactly what we need.”

“Katsuki, no we can’t, we have to get one under 6 feet.” Your eyes pleaded with him to be reasonable with his choices, but he ignored your face. He’d give in if he’d look at you and he knows it.

He smirked at his chosen tree as he whistled for a salesperson to assist in loading. Which led to where you are now, standing in front of the fucking Rockefeller Christmas tree and despairing over how to decorate.

As if summoned by your thoughts, Katsuki walks through the door with shopping bags.

“Got the lights ya needed,” he says, dropping all but one of the bags heavily onto the ground. The last he holds tenderly as you turn around to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “I uh… tch. I also bought a new tree topper.”

“That better not be an All Might figurine in that bag.”

He grumbles, “They were all out at the store of the new release.” You laugh, dropping your angry stance, wrapping your arms around him, and sticking your hands in his back pockets.

“If you did have one you wanted to put on top, I guess we could,” you tease.

“Fuck no, that’s something shitty Deku would do,” he laughs before tensing. “We are classier… I got the lights that you can turn into a picture. And we can turn it to normal when extras come over.”

You snort, “Ah yes, Kats, can’t let anyone know what a nerd you—” Your sentence ends in a shriek as he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, smirking as he hauls you away from the tree.

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A loud crash sends Katsuki bolting up out of his deep sleep, hands immediately reaching for you and his body moving to cover yours. When he touches nothing but cold sheets, his heart plummets to the bottom of his stomach. His wife— his quirkless and pregnant wife —isn’t there.

He quietly drops out of bed, hands sparking as he softly pads down the hallway. Katsuki knows the noise is likely to be just you, out of bed again at a ridiculous hour, but you can never be too prepared.

Peeking his head into the kitchen, his eyes widen and he flattens his palms against the wall as he takes in the surprising sight. The light above the stove illuminates your back as you rest your chest against the countertop, the slight curve to your stomach visible under your short shirt. Your phone shines on your face as you scroll with one hand, while the other…

The other hand digs deep with a spoon into a tub of icing and brings a heaping spoonful to your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the spoon and Katsuki can feel the heat rushing to his groin.

This should not be turning him on right now because this is freak behavior you’re exhibiting. When you special ordered the tub a few weeks ago he thought it would be used for baking cookies or something.

But you buying unnecessary sugar, looking sinful while eating it, and wearing just your underwear and his shirt while pregnant with his child? He can’t help but groan at the way his cock twitches in his sweats.

You startle at the noise, immediately straightening and dropping your spoon into the tub. You open your mouth to yell at him for standing in the dark to scare you and to not judge you for eating icing that his child is craving, all because he knocked you up.

But Katsuki can read you like a book, and he interrupts before the argument starts. “C’mon back to bed, we gotta get to sleep.”

He turns out of the kitchen, adjusting his hard-on, and mentally telling himself to calm down, before shouting over his shoulder at your shuffling:

“Leave the fucking frosting in the kitchen.”

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Denki snickers as Katsuki threatens to throw everyone out of his apartment, yet again. “Bro, you’re one who invited us here,” he reminds him, but Denki throws up his arms in defeat as Katsuki’s palms spark.

“Tch, let’s get this shit over with,” Katsuki falls into the armchair, tugging you over with a smirk and patting his lap.

You barely sit down before he’s pulling you closer and hiding his face in your back. “C’mon everyone, let’s do the gift exchange,” you yell over the chatting.

Everyone reaches for a random gift from the pile of presents at the same time before you take turns opening the white elephant presents. When it’s finally your turn, you rip off the wrapping paper eagerly.

You open the box, eyes flashing as you hurriedly shove the lid back on and glance sideways at Katsuki.

“Hey, what did you get?” Mina asks, noticing your pale face, and gaining everyone else’s attention.

You don’t move, your gaze fixed on the floor, as Katsuki takes the box from your hands, opening and closing it just as fast as you did.

The tips of his ears burn as he glares around the room. “Move the fuck on everyone, who’s next?”

No one tries to steal the gift from you in the next round, most likely guessing what you have in the box. After the exchange thankfully ends, you rush off to the kitchen with dirty dishes. 

Katsuki grabs the box you left behind, following behind you as he stares down his friends, and locks the door to the kitchen once inside.

You don’t breathe for a moment until he speaks. “Are we trying out this gift or not?”

“Katsuki, I cannot believe you followed me in here to ask that.” You fill up the sink with hot water, trying to distract yourself from his gaze raking hotly over your backside.

“Why the fuck not? It’s your gift,” he teases. “Everyone else is already opening up theirs. Dunceface is trying out a pair of handcuffs that someone wrapped up.” Your face heats up at the thought, but the sink filling up focuses you.

“It’s just a sample one, the package says the battery only lasts for 30 minutes,” you turn off the water and face his smirking face, sighing into your hands. “It’s like a one-time use thing.”

“Good, we can make it count.” 

You can feel the tension in your body pool in your stomach at his predatory gaze. “Not while our friends are still here!” you whisper as loud as you dare.

“They can all fuck off, they are totally talking about what you got right now,” he walks over to you, moving your hands to his chest and pressing his pelvis against yours, making you hiss.

He whispers in your ear, “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since I saw the vibrator in that box.”

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Resting your head in the palm of your hand, you stare past your husband at the clock. The second-hand ticks, ticks, ticks and time almost crawls to a stop.

“I told ya, time won’t move any faster if you just sit there,” Katsuki says as he chops some vegetables for his meal prep.

You sigh, flopping your head back and stretching your shoulders. “I’m so bored, do we have to wait? Let’s just do it now.”

“Can’t. Busy.”

“Katsukiiiiiiiii,” you whine. “I want to open presents.”

“Brats don’t get Christmas gifts, ya know.” You can almost hear the smirk in his words as he sets down his knife on the cutting board. “Come here.”

You groan, hop off your stool, and walk over to Katsuki at the counter, expecting him to hand you a bowl to help continue his meal prepping.

Instead, he grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing as you gasp. He takes the chance, messily kissing you and relishing the feeling of your tongue against his. You grip the front of his tank top, twisting him closer, and break the kiss with a moan as he smacks your ass through your jeans, before kneading it almost punishingly.

You move to seek out his lips again, but he’s already moved on to your neck, sucking gently and stealing your breath away.

“If ya think you can get me off before midnight, I might be nice enough to let you open one present from me,” he growls. “You’ve got five minutes.”

He leans back against the counter as you sink to your knees.

Your fingers rise to the waistband of his sweats, teasing the skin over his hips before tugging them down slowly to his knees. You lock your eyes with his and lean forward, blowing hot air over the top of his tented boxers.

Katsuki shudders, fingers gripping the countertop, as you slide your hand into the hole in his boxers, grazing the tip of his cock with your thumb.

His cock jumps and you let out a small laugh, “Someone’s eager, hmm?”

You remove your hand from his boxes before sliding them down to his knees and watch his cock bob against his stomach when it’s finally free.

You waste no time in leaning forward to lick the tip before sliding him into your mouth. You close your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks as Katsuki fights the urge to dig his hands into your hair and thrust down your throat.

Your hand circles the base of his cock, stroking what your mouth can’t reach. 

You hum in satisfaction when he groans; the vibrations shock Katsuki out of his tense stance and the drumming of his pulse almost drowns out the sounds of you choking on his cock.

Katsuki groans as he looks down to watch your face, eyes fluttering in concentration as his cock hits the back of your throat. He wants to fucking ruin you, just like you’ve destroyed him.

Your free hand moves to cup his balls, fingers ghosting along the skin and making his hips stutter. Smiling to yourself, you feel his balls tensing in your hand before his hips buck harder, forcing his cock further in your throat.

Katsuki groans as his orgasm is ripped from him, his hot cum shooting into your throat as you coax out every last drop, swallowing around him.

You pull off of him with a wet pop and sit back on your heels, licking his cock clean, and watching as Katsuki’s chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

“Did I make it in time?” you ask, as Katsuki’s gaze burns through you. “Where’s my present?”