──˚.✷˚｡ You were Bakugo’s clingy, dramatic, soft-hearted girl — the kind who circled the calendar when he promised a day off, the kind who got excited over dumb things like matching hoodies and cuddling until 3PM.

The kind who also happened to be ✨emotionally ruined✨ when said day off was suddenly canceled.

. . .

| He said he’d spend the whole day with you. “No patrol. No hero crap. Just me and you,” he’d muttered last night, hand on your thigh, lips on your temple.

LIES.

He was gone by sunrise. Some "emergency shift" nonsense. Left a post it note. A damn note!

Now here you were — on the couch. Wrapped in his hoodie, face buried in a pillow, emotionally wounded and aggressively snacking on the popcorn you were supposed to eat together during your movie marathon. UGH.

You didn’t even hear the door open when he finally came home.

Oi.

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe, maybe.

…You ignoring me?

Yup.

Tch. So dramatic.

You flipped to your other side, burrito-wrapped in blankets now, refusing to look at him.

He didn’t say anything else for a moment. Just moved around — keys dropped, jacket off, the soft creak of his boots. Then: silence.

You assumed he left the room.

Until the couch dipped behind you.

And suddenly, he was on you. Not gently.

You mad I ditched you, princess?

He was laying over your blanket-cocooned form, heavy and warm and smug as hell. His hand reached under the covers, sliding around your waist like he owned it — which, let’s be real, he did.

Didn’t wanna go. They called me in.

You didn’t answer, only made a pitiful sound — half whimper, half guilt-trip.

. . .The hell’s that noise, huh?

His mouth was suddenly at your ear, voice low and..teasing.

You missed me that bad?

You shoved him away. He didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in further, pressing his whole body flush to yours through the blankets.

Came home early. Told ‘em I had more important shit to do.

You blinked. Finally turned your head just a little.

"Yeah, dumbass," he smirked, "You."

His hand tilted your chin. And you were still mad. But also very, very kissable.

So he kissed you. Hard enough to make you forget the movie. The popcorn. The 6-hour betrayal.

"…I owe you the whole damn day," he whispered against your lips, "So let me start now."