torusuki

[torusuki]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ BLOODY INJURY ─ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader. sfw. hurt/comfort. not proofread.

“babe, m’home!” the gruff and slightly deep voice of bakugou filled your ears, the front door shut closed and from the foyer, he emerged.

you quickly placed your phone on the coffee table with a small smile covering your features, meeting him halfway and trapping him in a warm embrace — not forgetting to place a affectionate kiss on his jaw which always made his heart flutter. he wore his hero suit and without a once of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the small of your back.

“i’ve missed you…” you muttered. he was a bit sweaty from his patrol but you did not mind. in fact, you were relieved. he had managed to arrive home safe and sound.

or, that’s what you thought.

“tch. missed you, t—ow!” his once calm and content expression he had as he held you shifted into one of pain, bits of his blonde hair fell on his forehead from his sweat.

you pulled away once you heard his exclaim of pain and looked at him with concern. “what is it? are you hurt, ‘suki?”

bakugou grunted a incoherent response and when he saw your concerned expression, he repeated his words again. “m’fine. a villain just landed a hint on me, s’all. it’s just a small cut.”

you furrowed your brows and his hands went to the sides of your face, kissing the spot between them.

“don’t furrow your brows, you’ll get wrinkles.”

the frown that always decorated his complexion was gone as he felt your delicate fingers glide through the spot between his eyebrows, a faint smile decorating his face while his vermilion-colored eyes watched your every feature that had changed a lot since you both were in high school.

his admiring was cut short when he felt you tug on his arms. “hey–the fuck!” the blonde cursed as his girlfriend dragged him along and into the small restroom.

“the hell are y’doing??” he grumbled, curing at you as you sat him on the countertop near the sink. “i told you, m’fukcing fine!”

you stayed silent and rolled your eyes – the ongoing habit that you’ve used after you turned into a teenager. “shut up and let me check your cut.” eyes trailing to his abdomen where a spot of red liquid covered his hero suit.

“it’s jus’ a small cut,” you mocked his words. “you’re fucking bleeding!” she raised her voice, tugging on the grenade-like gauntlets he has.

“careful, woman!” he warmed, gripping your wrist to stop your hands from fiddling with his gauntlets, his thumb rubbing your skin. “careful with them. y’don’t want to set them off by accident.”

his hands gripped hers for a moment longer before he let go of her wrists and started to take off his gauntlets with cautious and gentle movements.

“there…” he spoke up, placing the gauntlets down and focusing his attention on you. “if it’ll make you feel better, i’ll let you have a look.”

bakugou reached for the hem of his suit, pulling it off of his muscular body, giving his girlfriend a clear view of his fresh cut right on the middle of his abdomen. a soft gasp left your lips, seeing the skin around the cut red and tainted with crimson. he watched your reaction, a bit annoyed by your worries about his cut. it was just a small cut.

even though the two of you had been dating for a while now, bakugou still had a lot of opening up to do. he didn’t like when people worried about him, it made him feel like he was being looked down on — he knew you didn’t mean to make him feel like that, but he still had a bit of his sixteen-year-old self in him. he still had some growing to do.

you fumbled through the small cabinet above bakugou, reaching for the first aid kit and standing on your tippy toes. bakugou found it cute how small you are. It made him want to hold her close and never let go, feeling a bit guilty for thinking that she was looking down on him.

he let out a shaky sigh when you dabbed the alcohol wiped over his cut. “fuckin’ alcohol! it stings like a bitch!” he groaned, strong hands gripping the edge of the countertop.

“stop whining, ‘suki,” you mumbled, running your hands on the cut with the alcohol wipe. “didn’t you say you have a high pain tolerance?”

your eyes looked up at him and bakugou huffed. “shut up!” giggled soon replenished his ears and the sound felt like a heaven-sent melody to him.

“your s’cute when you laugh like that.” his voice was barely audible, a hand reaching away from the counter and to the nape of her reck. there was no hesitation, no mock in his words — he meant what he said. he loves your laugh.

with pink dusted cheeks, your fingers pressed hard on his cut making him yell and scrunch his nose in pain. you didn’t mean to do that. he just caught you off guard with his words.

“shit—sorry!” you apologized, discarding the wipe wet with alcohol. your lips found the tip of his nose that was scrunched up, placing a quick kiss on it to try and make it up to him.

“tch. whatever…” he uttered, trying to hide the way his cheeks were now just as pink as yours.

a cheeky grin covered your lips, hands fumbling with the first aid kit. he felt how your fingers worked on his stomach, watching you patch him up with a soft expression on his face, tips of his fingers rubbing the skin on your neck – leaving goosebumps with every trace of his touch.

once you were done, you placed your palms on his thighs, big doe eyes staring at his. “y’have to be careful out there, ‘suki. i know getting hurt in a fight with a villain is inevitable…” her voice was meek as if she were scared of seeing him hurt (which she actually is). “but, ‘just—”

bakugou cut her off with a light peck on your lips. “s’okay, angel.” he got off of the counter and placed his hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze. “don’t worry. i have you to come home every night. i can’t afford to get hurt badly, wouldn’t want to leave you waiting, huh?”

his eyes glittered with love and affection pressing his forehead to yours. “i promise, i’ll always come back to you, angel. y’know, i can’t live without you, m’sweet girl.”

bakugou placed a peck on your forehead and soon after, he connected his lips with yours, sealing his promise with a heart-fluttering kiss.