among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.
they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.
(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)
“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.
you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.
he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.
Alright, imagine you and Bakugou are patiently waiting outside the registry office, along with your loved ones under their umbrella as the rain gently fell from the overcast sky. The moment was finally here, the day you and Katsuki would officially become married.
Your mood had been down a bit in the morning since it was raining, but hearing your family and friends talking happily, not minding the rain at all, did improve your mood. Glancing around, you eyes landed on Bakugou's mother, a bit further away from everyone. She was lost in her own thoughts, a serene smile gracing her lips as she absentmindedly toyed with the end of her umbrella. Your expression softening at that, seeing the fierce mother all calm and happy. Probably thinking of her son's journey along with all the memories with Katsuki since he was little and how far he has come now.
You couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you, your eyes getting glassy with he though of how time has passed. Even though Bakugou's mother had been fierce and would bicker with his son constantly, she was a pillar of support throughout your and his relationship, always there with words of encouragement and a caring presence, along side with his father Masaru. You knew the Bakugou family care and love each other dearly. Seeing her lost in reflection, with a soft smile etched upon her face, filled your heart with a deep appreciation for the love and acceptance you had received from Bakugou's family. You had been nervous when you had to meet them for the first time.
Your attention shifted to your friends and your own family members, who were waiting nearby, engaged in lively conversations. Laughter and warm exchanges filled the air as their loved ones shared anecdotes and cherished the moment together, even though it was raining. Bakugou had told you in the morning that even with rain it had something unique in itself adding it's own little beauty to this moment.
In that moment, your gaze met Bakugou's, and a shared understanding passed between you two. Meanwhile, your friends were capturing the essence of the day, eagerly snapping pictures to immortalize the precious moments not minding the rain at all. Their cameras clicked, freezing fragments of happiness and love in time. The rain continued to patter overhead, you felt a gentle squeeze of Bakugou's hand. Your eyes meet his vermilion eyes, a smile on your lips.
You were ready to take this step with him. Ready to embrace the beautiful journey that awaited you as you and Bakugou stepped into the official marriage
And there he stands, Dabi—his big brother— wreathed in flames every shade of blue with this strange look on his face.
His lips downturned and pressed together tightly, trembling. His furrowed brows and scrunched nose. It’s an unfamiliar face, one that he only remembers through cracked doors. No tears fall— they don’t even form, they can’t— but his older brother still looks like he’s holding them back.
“I’m proud of you.”
The air is heavy between them. It feels weighed down by emotions too complicated to name— grief, it’s grief— and he doesn’t know how to respond so he doesn’t.
But it’s fine because his older brother— Touya-nii— keeps talking, voice choked.
The only reason why I don’t talk more about my very new Dabi self ship is because of how truly toxic it’d be. His trust issues and self distractive behaviors and my martyr complex are like oil and fire.
We’d feed off each other in the worse ways.
It would look great at first glance, I don’t take his attitude or mistrust to heart so I end up earning his trust because I don’t back down from him and demand to be treated like an equal, unfortunately that doesn’t last.
Once I know what happened to him, I’ll start trying to take care of him because I’ll see a more physically abusive rather then emotionally an psychologically abusive version of my own childhood trauma. He’d pick up on it and constantly test my boundaries because he doesn’t believe me when I say I care.
It’d be a self fulfilling prophecy of codependency and on and off again relationship hell
-She is a pro hero and at the same time she works in a manga publisher (as an assistant to a famous mangaka at that time, due to her experience in drawing and the speed in which she can finish the inking and details, so She is the only assistant in terms of drawing and coloring, she earns double for that)
-Even she doesn't have children, she will have them from the age of 30
-wear more casual clothes now instead of punk style, for comfort.
-in the ranking of heroes she is at number 10, she can aspire to more, but she doesn't want to dedicate full time to being a hero.
-The most serious couple fight against Bakugo that she has had was to decide if the decoration of the house would be minimalist (Bakugo) or dopamine decor (Kass), in the end they decided that it would be both somehow.
to avoid another fire because Kass is easily distracted, Bakugo takes care of the cooking, Kass cleans the kitchen and sets the table
-She likes Jamaican wine and strawberry wine
Dedicates herself to watching novelas at 5 pm with Ann and sometimes also with Kirishima (at that time married to Ann) while having tea (English habit and also Highlander Ecuadorian )
Ann and Kirishima are their neighbors by coincidence (Bakugo didn't want to tell anyone where he was going to move with Kass, so it was a surprise that they were their neighbors, Kass is happy, but Bakugo shits on his dead because he just wanted to privacy)