“Stop tossing and turning, it’s four in the morning.”
Bakugou was blunt. Though unsurprising to those who knew him, it always would come as a surprise when he’d be so quick when it came to you.
Never in a malicious way; always just sharp.
But tonight, it hurt different. You didn’t snap back, or try to press a threat to sleep on the couch, instead, his bluntness only tacked on to the pounding in your head, using it as ammunition against you, and he didn’t even know it.
“Sorry,” you mumble, bottom lip wobbling.
He groans at the idea that he hurt your feelings, he’s not used to you not snapping back, and turns on his back- he never could sleep on his back, and it warmed your heart to know he was sacrificing a few more hours of much deserved sleep to comfort you.
“Talk,” he demands softly, opening an arm for you to curl into. When you do slip into his side, immediately tears swell your waterline and sting in a command to be released down your scorched, frustrated cheeks.
“I’m just… I’m so exhausted, Katsuki,” you whimper. You’re waiting for him to take it literally, but he doesn’t, and he stays silent in case you wish to keep going. “I put so much effort into everything I do, and it gets shit on; i get walked all over every. Damn. Day. I don’t want to try anymore, I don’t care to. Not like anything matters anyway, so why would I bother?”
Once again, he’s silent in case you want to continue. Hell, you’re almost convinced he’s fallen asleep until he lets out a soft sigh.
“You’re doing fine,” he mumbles, his calloused fingertips gently rubbing the tense muscles at the nape of your neck. “You’re doing your best, and even if you don’t see it, you take full pride in the things you do. Because that’s who you are, it’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you. You give, and give, and you don’t ask for anything in return, then you get in a headspace like this and wonder if it’s worth it.
“But baby,” he yawns, “it is worth it. Especially to you. And you’re not going to stop putting your all in the things you do, you know that. But there’s nothing wrong with wanting recognition. You deserve it.”
Tears swell in your waterline and you quickly bury your face into his side, tears soaking his shirt. “I’m always proud of you. You’re selfless, and as much as I adore that part of you, I wish you weren’t. Because it keeps both of us up at four in the morning and makes my shirt wet with tears.”
With a choked laugh, you shove him softly as he gives you a chuckle, but his words only have you crying more; he’s a man of few words but behind the blunt ones, the loving ones he picks are genuine, and you wouldn’t trade him, or the reassurances he gives you, for the world.
“I want to be better, Katsuki,” you wail. “I don’t want to be so tired anymore.”
“You’re already the best that you can be,” he assures, kissing you’re head.
“And that’s plenty. I promise you.”
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