Bakugo said ‘I love you’ first, but he denies it vehemently.
It’s not his fault per se, he openly admits to his absolute love for you now, but back when the relationship was still young, you’d just barely started using the titles of “boyfriend and girlfriend,” you’d both tiptoed around the three words that would cement everything together.
And on a fateful Wednesday, Katsuki Bakugo decided to take that leap to change the course of your relationship forever.
Or… his subconscious did, anyways.
“Can I have a bite of your cake?” You ask, your chin resting on the heel of your palm as you eye the chocolate slice on a small plate. His eyes flick up to you through his lashes, and he stills before sighing in annoyance.
“Remember when I fucking asked you if you wanted anything when we were up at the counter?” He says, grabbing his coffee and sipping.
“That was before,” you pout. “I didn’t want anything then.”
He scowls. You smile sweetly. He passes you his fork, “one. You may have one bite. And if you like it, I’ll get you your own.” His gaze lingers on you as you excitedly take a bit of the cake, and if you’d known Katsuki for just a little bit shorter, you’d miss the way the corner of his lip quirks upwards into a smirk.
“Thank you,” you hum around the mouthful of cake. He nods and turns the plate back to him, keeping one eye on you in case you would, in fact, like some more.
“Tell me more about the silly-ass band that’s on the tee you made me buy you.”
And, eager by his interest in your own interests- in his own Katsuki way- you tell him about the band mates and their albums, rambling on in a way you assume he enjoys because not once does he tell you to stop. If anything, he nods along and sips his coffee, not asking questions but still hanging onto your words.
He takes his eyes off of you for some of his cake, but you still know he’s paying attention.
Or… so you thought.
“And I don’t know, I just really thought this album was just so underrated, and I love it the most out of-“
“I love you.”
His words are short and nonchalant, he’s not even looking at you as he digs his fork around the cake on his plate, using the prongs to scoop more frosting and only looking up when you go absolutely silent, because there’s no way, there’s absolutely no way…
“What?” He asks, slipping the bite in his mouth. He covers his mouth with his hand before speaking, “don’t look at me like that, I was listening. I assumed you were going to say ‘most out of all their music,’ so I figured I could make a bite of my food.”
“No…” you say, and he quirks a brow in confusion. “No, no it’s not…” you clear your throat, hands now clammy while the butterflies in your tummy flutter wildly in excitement. “What did you say?”
“… that I was listening, and I figured you-“
“No, before that, Katsuki!”
“I didn’t say anything,” he says, currant eyes boring into yours with confusion in their gaze. “Haven’t for the past twelve minutes, been too busy listening to you. Could’ve been one of the other tables, whatever you heard.”
“No, it was you!” You squeal, quickly standing up and grinning at him. Now, you’re getting the attention of a few other tables, but you don’t care. Katsuki Bakugo loves you, but he has no clue he’s just confessed to it.
“Don’t yell at me woman, we’re in public.”
“Please tell me you’re joking, Katsuki, you know you said something, please-“
“Fucking- I didn’t say shit!” He bites back. “What, you think I get off gaslighting your dramatic ass?”
“You said you love me!” You wail happily, the people watching you suddenly going “aww,” before tuning back to their food. Katsuki’s entire face turns a beet read from your accusation and his head whips around wildly, as if wondering how many people heard you.
“When the shit did I admit that!” He hisses through clenched teeth. His choice of words only makes your heart beat faster and your head spin.
You’re unable to fight the smile on your face, “just now! Katsuki, you really love me?”
“There’s no way I’d say that in some run-down ass cafe,” he says, rolling his eyes, but the fact that he’s not denying that he loves you is plenty to keep you beaming at him. “Don’t you think I’d put a bit more thought into such a thing? I bought you peonies and cinnamon rolls when I asked your dumbass out on our first date. Idiot.”
“But you didn’t!” You giggle. “Blinded so much by love you’re destined to confess in a booth-“
“Fuck, shut up!” He scolds, his hand reaching forwards to squeeze yours. “Quit it with the theatrics, I didn’t say it!”
“Why would I make this up!”
“Why would I confess in a shitty ass booth while shoveling cake in my mouth!”
“I don’t know, but I love you too!”
His blond brows shoot up in realization, his features softening in shock, but at that point the waiter has come over with a few language complaints, and Bakugo can only scowl up at him for killing the mood. He quickly grabs your hand in his and hauls you both up and out of the restaurant, his free hand jamming in his pocket.
The rest of the walk is spent with him snarling and grumbling “didn’t admit shit” and “dumbass, this is why I don’t let you outside,” while you’re too excited and distracted with the idea that the heartless, barbaric, anarchic Bakugo Katsuki loves you back.
Sure, he’ll come in and tickle the snot out of you when you text the group chat about his absolutely adorable reaction to confessing to you, and he will, inevitably, accuse you of saying he said ‘I love you’ first, just so you could say it, but just by the way he’s completely flushed while implying such a thing proves he doesn’t really believe it himself, either.
You’ll let him say it out to the universe though, if it’ll make him feel better.
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«──── ꜱᴇʟꜰꜱʜɪᴘ: #ᴅʀᴀᴇᴇ.♡────»
ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ x ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
──── ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ: better half, best friend, love
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─» ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏɴɢ: the fall
─» ᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʙᴇ: healing, pining, soft
─» ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ: tucked hair, gentle hugs, late
nights together
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ
───── making too many memories together
ᴛɪᴅʙɪᴛꜱ
─» very much slow burn, so slow in fact Inui and Hakkai of all people realize it prior to us (Mitsuya is banging his head against the wall from day one)
─» we both go to a trade college, we both decide it’s a good idea to save money and split rent together, we both decide that being friends is kind of cool
─» that’s just, how it starts
─» we’re friends and the line blurs somewhere that neither of us really realize and we’re living that “couples” life before Draken tries to make it known and a reality
─» things are slow but we never back track, we’re really good friends first and lovers second and make an exceptional team together
─» we cook, shop, clean, study, we do all of it together
─» sent corny texts like “I luv you!” to test the waters into real “I love you’s” while at the same time not really realizing we seriously meant it
─» love languages are very compatible, at first Draken doesn’t really know what to do with someone independent of himself and that enjoys gifting him things as well as doing things to make his day to day life easier. I’m uncertain about things but he’s stubborn and loyal.
─» end up married and with our first kid in the first year
─» three kids in total, all boys, Ellerby, Ryu and Michael
─» we end up moving back to the states with my mom, Inui comes with us and he and Draken specialize in Harley Davison Motorcycles
─» Inui basically lives in a “mother in law suit” on our property and just....does Inui things (he’s a very good uncle though, the kids love him more than they love us)
─» Mitsuya and Hakkai come to visit often throughout the year for at least a week at a time
─» Draken’s a cat dad but we end up with one dog when the kids are older but even the kids agree they like cats more
─» he does keep in limited contact with Mikey but they do grow apart
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