bea ! if you’re still doing the prompts i humbly ask for honey calcite and/or amethyst <3
my favorite stone for our boy on his birthday <3 thank you angel baby
amethyst—"hey, hey, just breathe. i've got you now, it's okay." (bakugou)
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it's almost too much effort to reach out and twist the knob to your front door. your feet hurt, your sweater is itchy, your bag is heavy, the tears pricking at your eyes are irritating. your incessant tossing and turning set an awful tone for a day that seemed hellbent on exceeding your already low expectations—and not in the way you would've liked.
"babe?"
you throw your bag down on the tile a bit too hard and look up to see katsuki hovering like a worried mother hen at the top of the stairs. something in his expression twists unbearably in your chest and suddenly your view of him is blurred and swimming. you drop your chin to your chest, trying your best to muffle your sniffling. it doesn't matter, because he's down the steps and gathering you in his arms before you can even notice he's moved.
"my baby," his voice rumbles softly in his chest as he tucks you into it with a hand to the back of your head, "s'alright. i got you."
and you know he does, so you let it go—every harsh, shuddering breath muffled by the fabric of the shirt you cling to.
it takes a while for it to subside—katsuki keeps you pressed to him and speaks to you softly, encouraging you to take deep breaths until your heartbeat stops pounding in your ears.
he untangles you from him gently, pulling back to look at you. you feel such sudden and overwhelming relief when he doesn't ask about your outburst—he just drops to a crouch, prompting you to lift your leg so he can take off your shoes. you sigh when you feel his warm palm rub at the sole of your foot, smoothing out the ache.
"thank you," you rasp, fingers reaching to pet through his hair as he pulls the remaining shoe off. he hums, turning his head to press a kiss to your knee through your slacks.
"c'mon," he rises to his full height and herds you up the stairs—for the first time since you came home, you smell something cooking in your kitchen. he leads you past it before you can catch a glimpse of what's on the stove, taking you down the hall to the bathroom, where he gestures for you to sit down on the toilet seat. he starts the shower and turns to leave—you hear him rummaging around further down the hall until he comes back to you, setting a pair of his softest sweats on your lap.
"gonna finish dinner," he speaks softly into your hairline between gentle kisses, "come eat when you're done."
he shuts the door behind him and you're grateful for it because there's something about katsuki and his god damned kindness that makes you a little emotional and you'd prefer to spare him from round two of the tears.
you move through the shower on autopilot mostly, but it does feel good—the water pressure beats away some of the tension and you find yourself softer when you step out, made even softer still when you pull katsuki's sweatshirt over your head.
you're swimming in his clothes but it's helpful—you feel secure like this, and less overstimulated than you did before. when you pad out from the bathroom, you find him leaned against the counter, stirring something in a big pot. you don't hesitate to mold yourself to his back.
"feel better?" he turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. you miss the soft fondness in his eyes, but you feel it anyway.
"yeah. thank you, ki."
he hums, and you press your head a little harder between his shoulder blades, eager to get closer to the sound.
"nothin' to thank me for, angel."
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