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To Shape a Home (13)

Winter- Chapter 13

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Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: Belly Aching fluff,also Katsu being a flustered DORK god I love him.

WC: 3.3K

a/n: I AM BEGGING YOU FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LISTEN TO THE FEATURED SONG IN THIS CHAPTER WHILE READING. I PROMISE YOU WON’T BE DISAPPOINTED. It is the SWEETEST most AMAZING song. It always makes me think of Katsu and how he loves please PLEASE ok?!? I WEEPED writing this chapter.

Featured Song: Annie’s Song by John Denver.

It’s way too cold to do anything–except maybe fuck–yet Katsuki is standing on Jodi’s porch carrying a casserole dish as you knock happily on her door. When she answers, Vincent comes out to hug your legs and you bend down to wrap him in a tight hug.

Because of the weather, the Feast of Winter Star Festival isn’t happening this year. You, being the dumb little saint you are, have decided to go around to your friend’s houses to drop off little gifts for them. And somehow, you’d talked Katsuki into coming with you.

Katsuki tries to keep the grimace on his face as you drag him around in the fucking snow and cold to people’s houses but he can’t help but smile when he watches you happily hand over the gifts to the unsuspecting parties. Right now, he’s watching you listen to a joke Vincent is excitedly telling you. You laugh a big hearty laugh as he delivers the punchline and Katsuki can see the triumphant expression on his face as he watches you.

“Here. Sweets thought it’d be a good idea to cook ya something instead of dropping off more tomatoes,” Katsuki grumbles, shoving the casserole dish into Jodi’s arms.

Jodi smiles up at him warmly as she takes the casserole. She stands a bit closer to him to whisper so you don’t hear.

“It looks good on you,” she replies, winking at him.

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, “Hah?”

Jodi giggles as Vincent launches into a fit of laughter at the joke you just told him. “Being in love. It looks good on you and it’s nice to see after watching you be grumpy for so long,” she says gently.

Katsuki has always had respect for Jodi, she’s always been sort of a mother figure for him. She keeps her distance but she’s always been observant. He swallows loudly. In love? Is he in love with you? It seems too soon for that. When he thinks about it too much, something aches inside of him. He’s only ever thought that about Camie, and after her he thought that was it.

Katsuki is thinking about it the entire time you’re out visiting everyone’s homes. You drop off books and sweets and pies to Denki, Hanta, and Eijirou and Katsuki has to put his hands over his ears when you visit Hizashi and Shouta and gift them a painting of the two of them standing with your grandfather that makes Hizashi wail louder than a baby at birth.

You both finally make it back to your home where you’ve decorated as if the festival is being held in your home. A decorated tree that would usually stand in the middle of town square during the festival, sits in the corner of your living room. Plants with little red berries are placed on the window sills and mantle on the fireplace. There are wooden frames with snowy landscape paintings hanging on the walls. Long deep red drapes cover the windows and a matching rug is laid out in front of the fireplace as well. It looks exceptionally more warm and lively in your home and Katsuki thinks it’s a show of how much more comfortable you are in Pelican Town.

“You went all out, huh?” he mutters, pulling your coat from your shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack.

You smile up at him, bright with stained cheeks from the cold and something inside him aches again. “I wanted to make sure The Feast of Winter’s Star could still be celebrated,” you reply as Frenchie pads up to you excitedly.

You’ve dressed him in a red sweater and the mutt looks happier than usual. Katsuki’s throat is dry. He wonders why he feels so strange today. This is supposed to be a happy occasion but Jodi’s words keep replaying in his mind.

Love. It’s way too fucking soon for him to be in love with you. Yeah, you make him smile and shit and sometimes he’s annoyingly thinking about being with you when you’re away, but that’s normal for people who just recently started fucking. Especially after how long it’s been before he started anything with you. But how does he explain the constant thumping in his chest whenever you smile at him or say his name? That’s more difficult.

“Alright, what is it?” you ask, cocking a hip as he follows you into the kitchen.

He’s distracted from his internal rambling as he peers into your suspicious eyes. “What?” he argues.

“You’re doing that thing again where you seem like you’re having a good time but you’re like not here all the way. So what’s going on?” you ask with an eyebrow raised and pouted lips.

Damn, he’ll never get over how fucking observant you are, especially when it comes to him. “Just thinking about shit,” he replies, poking the wrinkle in your forehead gently.

“You’ve been doing that a lot. Penny for your thoughts?” you say moving closer and placing a hand on his chest.

Again your touch feels like it’s burning him and he intakes a sharp breath. It’s not painful, more like it awakens and warms him from the inside out. There’s a snowflake caught on your eyelashes that hasn’t melted yet and as he stares into your eyes he thinks the mushiest shit he’s ever thought when looking at you.

Your eyes are so clear now that the wall you were hiding behind has been broken. Sometimes when he looks at them he thinks it’s like looking at a clear night sky, where everything is simple and vast and beautiful. Maybe Jodi was right and maybe it doesn’t need to be complicated for it to be love.

Or maybe he’s getting soft as hell in his old age.

“Just thinking about if you’ll actually accept the gift I gotcha,” he says, pulling you into his arms.

Your brows knit together in frustration and he bends down to kiss between them.

“You’re lying, but I’ll drop it for now because I have been dying to give you your gifts,” you say, cupping his jaw and giving it a tiny pat.

You pull out of his grasp as he sputters, “Gifts? You got multiple?” he asks incredulously.

Figures, of course you got multiple gifts. You pull him into the living room and push him onto the couch and as he settles in, Frenchie jumps up on the couch and plops down in his lap happily.

“Of course I did. You deserve multiple gifts,” you say matter of factly. Before you can rummage through your closet to get the gifts you must’ve been hiding from him, he stops you.

“Oi, hold it. I wanna give you mine first,” he says, holding up a hand.

You almost look surprised, as if he wouldn’t get you a damn gift. He shifts Frenchie off of his lap and shuffles over to the basket of blankets you keep near the fireplace. He pulls out three perfectly wrapped gifts and a bone with a bow on it that instantly grabs Frenchie’s attention. He’s off the couch and jumping up on Katsuki, panting happily and wagging his tail.

The look on your face is priceless. You’re surprised, happy, and suspicious.

“When did you hide those there?” you ask as Katsuki rips the bow off the bone and hands it to Frenchie. He takes it from his hand and trots over to the rug to lie down and enjoy his new treat.

“You should pay more attention when people come over to your house Sweets,” he teases as he shoves the gifts into your arms. You purse your lips and stick your tongue out at him.

“Sorry I trust the people I bring into my home,” you snap back playfully.

Holding the gifts in your arms you continue rummaging through the closet and pull out a large box. Katsuki has to hurry over to you to grab it before you lose your balance and tumble over.

“The hell is this?” he asks.

You pull out a canvas covered in wrapping paper as well from the closet and over your shoulder throw him a “your gifts!”as he rolls his eyes. The box is a bit heavy and he takes it over to the couch to set it down on the floor in front of his seat on the couch.

When you’re finally situated, you join him, squishing in close to him on the couch and staring excitedly at him.

“Well…you gonna open it?” you ask, shaking like an excited puppy. Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

“You first,” he insists. You roll your eyes and sigh.

“Fine fine,” you surrender, huffing out a breath.

You slowly tear the paper and Katsuki is gnawing the inside of his cheek. He holds his breath when you rip the paper away and you’re met with the emerald and gold cover of a vintage Wizard of Oz book. You breathe in astonishment, running your fingers over the raised lettering on the cover. The loops and swirls look like gold vines swirling over the emerald green cover. The pages are thick, slightly yellow, and have a painting of the yellow brick road from the story painted along the edges that you can only see when the book is closed.

He watches you carefully, praying that you like it. It took him for fucking ever to find it and he and Denki spent hours on the computer at the library tracking one of these down.

“Katsuki this is amazing,” you breathe. “I… I love this story so much, how’d you–”

“Think you’re the only one who pays attention? I’ve seen you reread that book at least three times since I met ya. I figured you're either a really slow reader or you’ve read it a bunch, which clearly you have,” he explains shrugging his shoulders. Your eyes are wide when you look at him and they’re a bit misty before he’s quickly stopping you.

“No tears, idjit! Open the rest of them,” he says, booping your nose playfully.

Katsuki ended up getting you more paint supplies and sewing ear muffs for Fatima to wear during the winter.

“I made ‘em for my girls and they seemed to like ‘em a lot so I figured making one extra pair wouldn’t hurt,” he says, trying to shrug off your thanks.

When it’s time for him to open his gifts you’re practically bouncing next to him. He thinks it’s cute and purposely takes forever opening the huge box and watching you from the corner of his eye. When he finally gets the box open, he can hear you hold your breath and crane your neck to see his expression.

You’ve gifted him new pots and pans and they’re really fucking good pots and pans. The ones he has now are worn, chipped, stained and spotty from the years of cooking but these are sparkling new, no scratches and he chuckles to himself when he realizes it’s the same brand he’d circled on an advertisement in the paper a few weeks ago. One that he threw out.

He smirks, “Went digging through my trash I see,” he snorts. He expects you to pout but instead you beam proudly at him.

“It’s not digging if it's sitting on the top of the trash and I happened to see it and pick it up!” you say matter of factly.

“Still a creep,” he asserts.

“You’re welcome,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him.

Katsuki’s about to get up and grab the two of you a drink but you tug his sleeve. “Hold on. There’s one more thing,” you say timidly. You set the covered canvas in his lap and take a deep breath.

“I uhh…I painted this for you…” you stutter.

You’re nervous for once and Katsuki is squinting suspiciously as he watches you twiddle your thumbs. Carefully, he unwraps the canvas and when the paper is discarded on the floor he sets his jaw and stares for a very long time at the painting, silently.

It’s…it’s him, standing with his forehead pressed against Belle’s snout–he can tell from the way you perfectly recreated her pattern. There’s a soft glow of the sunset behind him. You’ve perfectly captured every aspect of him, his square jaw, his long blond lashes, even the dusting of freckles over his nose and shoulders. What really stuns him is his expression.

Katsuki knows he’s known for his sneer, it keeps people away, just the way he likes it. But in this painting, you’ve portrayed him in a way that’s more peaceful than anything he’s witnessed before. The edges of his lips are curled ever so slightly upward, his face is smooth, his lips are pink, hell he can hardly believe this is him. All of the colors are brilliant and bright, the sun behind his head almost looks like a halo as it illuminates him.

Is this how you see him? Holy shit.

Katsuki swallows hard, his heart is beating so fast, he can’t look away from the painting. His calloused fingers run over the planes of the canvas lightly. He doesn’t have any words, doesn’t know what he can say to fully express what he’s feeling. He’s not even sure he knows what he’s feeling.

And then Jodi’s voice plays in his mind.

It looks good on you…being in love.

And in an instant the world feels like everything has lined up and fallen into place. It all makes sense.

Katsuki Bakugo is in love with you.

“Do…do you like it? Thought you could hang it where I assume a picture of you and Cam–”

You’re cut off by him smashing his lips into yours. He’ll never get tired of how you immediately adjust to his kisses, how you sigh and move your lips against his, and how they fit perfectly against his. He reaches up to caress your face gently, carding his fingers through your hair as he pulls back from you.

“Course I like it, dummy. I’d be an idjit not to and I ain’t an idjit,” he breathes against your lips.

Again you smile and release a relieved breath before gently pressing your forehead to his. He knows now, this is real.

How to tell you though? That’s a different story.

An idea sparks as the two of you sit basking in each other’s presence. Katsuki suddenly stands and makes his way over to the record player in the corner of the room. He fishes through the box of records, searching for the one he knows should be here given your music taste. When he finds it, he snickers and mutters a “I fuckin’ knew it”, then puts the record on and plays the song.

He strolls back over to you on the couch and holds his hand out for you to take it. You look confused, looking from the record player, to his hand and up at his eyes, raising an eyebrow.

“Aww come on, don’t tell me you don’t like dancin’ anymore,” he teases. He watches you purse your lips before putting your hand in his and as he pulls you up off the couch and into his arms, you giggle.

“I thought you didn’t like this artist,” you challenge as you wrap your arms up around his neck.

Katsuki drops his hands to your hips, and wraps his arm around the small of your back to pull you closer to him.

“This is the only good one,” he says in a low voice. Your foreheads are pressed together again, and as you both sway back and forth with each other, the lyrics fill the room.

You fill up my senses

Like a night in a forest

Like the mountains in springtime

Like a walk in the rain

Katsuki knows how mushy this seems but it’s the only way he can think to tell you right now. He hopes you’re listening to the words, hopes that you’re putting two and two together. Yeah this singer isn’t his favorite but it’s gotta be a sign that this guy made a song that says everything Katsuki has ever wanted to say to you.

Fuck, he hopes you get it. He hopes you understand. You understand so much about him already. He hopes this is clear enough for you.

You drop your arms from around his neck and wrap them around his back. The guitar and sweet simple melody swells. You lay your ear against his chest as you continue to rock back and forth, listening to his heart. Katsuki thinks his heart will explode when you start singing the lyrics.

God, he loves your voice, it’s beautiful, sounds better than this fucking guy singing it and he thinks for just a minute that maybe, just maybe you’re singing these lyrics to him.

Come, let me love you

Let me give my life to you

Let me drown in your laughter

Let me die in your arms

Katsuki finds himself humming along with you, his deep voice rumbling through his entire body.

He holds you close. He holds you tight, like you’ll slip through his fingers. He’s never felt like this before even when he was in love with Camie.

You’re something new. Something warm and comforting. Something he thought he’d never find again. Something he constantly searched for in the work he put into making his farm his own little slice of paradise.

A light snowfall has started outside of the window, the song has reached the instrumental bridge and Katsuki thinks, this is as good a time as any to tell you. He should tell you right now how he feels. He loves you, he thinks he always has and the universe has set this entire scene up just for him to deliver the climax. It’s just three little words, that’s all he has to say.

He buries his face into the top of your head and you smell divine. You smell like coconut and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon, sweet with a hint of spice. Perfect for you. Yeah, that’s the word, “perfect”.

You’re perfect.

“I think...” he mutters, his cheek still pressed against the top of your head.

“Hmm?” you hum, head still pressed against his chest. Your eyes are closed and he can feel your fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt.

“I uhh…” he stops. He digs his fingers into your waist nervously. His heart speeds up, his mouth goes dry, the words get caught in his throat and he’s cursing himself.

For fucks sake just spit it out, he thinks.

There’s no doubt that he loves you. Any day he gets to see you smile at him is the greatest day of his life. But whenever he tries to tell you that, it dries up in his throat. Why can’t he just tell you? Fuck, why is this so fucking hard.

“Katsuki?”

Fuck he got too caught up in his own head. Now you’re going to think something is wrong. He ruined it. He ruined the moment. He should say it now to regain the moment. Shitshitshit.

“Thank you,” you say simply.

Hah? What are you playing at? He pulls you back from him, big hands on your shoulders as he stares into your eyes.

“Fer what?’ he grumbles. He’s frowning but you look…breathtaking.

“For being the home I've been looking for since I got here,” you say smiling bright, your sparkling teeth glistening in the warm glow of the fire. Your eyes are clear again and the reflection of the falling snowflakes from the window really do make your eyes look like a galaxy.

You fill up my senses

Come fill me again

The song flutters to a close as you smile at him. Damn, how do you fucking do it? You can always say what you’re feelin’ and make it sound all pretty and crap. Though he’ll admit, the idea that someone like him could be a home for someone as bright as you?

That’s pure paradise.

“Anytime Sweetheart.”

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