Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t used to feeling light. He was built like a damn tank, all lean muscle and raw power, and people generally moved around him, not the other way around. But dating you? That was a different story.

He first realized it when he was standing in front of the fridge, debating between spicy soba or just grabbing a protein shake, when suddenly—hands gripped his waist. Firm hands. Before he could even react, his feet left the ground, and he was being relocated. One second he was in front of the fridge, the next he was off to the side, staring in disbelief as you grabbed whatever the hell you wanted like nothing had just happened.

“The hell was that?!” he barked, crossing his arms.

You didn’t even look at him. Just closed the fridge and walked off like you hadn’t just physically moved him.

After that, it became a habit. If he was blocking a cupboard, standing in front of the sink, or even just lingering in the hallway when you needed through—hands on his waist, a slight lift, and then he’d be placed somewhere else. It wasn’t rough or forceful. It was just… easy. Natural.

At first, it pissed him off. He wasn’t some damn ragdoll to be picked up and placed wherever you pleased! But the thing was… you never teased him about it. Never made a big deal of it. And you weren’t doing it to be annoying. You just… moved him. Like it was second nature. Like you trusted him not to explode about it.

One time, he tried to stand his ground. Planted his feet, locked his arms, and dared you to try.

Didn’t matter. You lifted him anyway.

“The fuck—”

You set him down a foot to the left, grabbed your mug, and went on with your morning.

Bakugo stood there, hands clenched, face burning with rage.

Because no one else would ever dare handle him like that. No one else would trust him enough to.

Today was no different, you were reaching down to grab a cup, and your boyfriend was in the way— so you did the only normal and rational thing.. you picked him up and placed him to the side.

“Hey!” He snapped