”Anything for m’lady, anything at all.” Bakugou swore that sentence in his head the moment he ever laid eyes on you, and he reminded himself that as if it were a Bible verse.

He took care of you. Sure, he wasn’t exactly the best with words, but his actions screamed how much he felt. He carried you inside when you were about to fall asleep from a long car ride and ensured you had all your favorite snacks in the pantry. He also made sure you were comfortable beside him, tucking you in underneath his arm. It was just him protecting you, shielding harm away from you, away from his lady.

His actions never changed, no matter how tired, how sore he got from patrol, even if he was angry he still kept his word. ”Anything for m’lady.”

And once you were pregnant and couldn’t see over your plump belly, he took matters to his own hands. Gently rubbing cool shaving cream on your legs, making sure not to cut you with the razor. For a man who was all about anger, his large hands were gentle with you.

After finishing up, he patted your legs with a damp cloth before grabbing vanilla scented lotion and rubbing it into your skin, he did this weekly almost as if it was just another normal task in his day.

And today wasn’t anything different, Bakugou had you sitting on the couch. The TV was blaring on some crime documentary behind him, as he was kneeling in front of you, looking so concentrated while he was gently painting your toes a creamy white.