you laid in your dorm with katuski bakugo. you were in a talking stage in your relationship. he usually came and chilled in your dorm. braiding your hair, listening to music, sleeping and sometimes cuddling. katuski was always warm.

you were scrolling through instagram, you watched a video on kids who had grown in abusive households, like you. you mumble something saying “i could be a good mother.”

the blonde boy looks at you, he was half asleep in your shoulder. he seemed like a different person when he was sleepy. his ‘bedtime’ being 9:45PM sharp. “and i wanna be your husband…”