hope you‘re okay

slender fingers impatiently tap against the wooden surface of the table in front. the compact suit that wraps against his body becomes suffocating by the minute, sweat starting to seep into to fabric as distress starts to grow into him.

he shouldn’t be here, he can’t be here, he can’t bare to be here. the amount of people in the air conditioned room bothers him. nothing seems to be still, it’s like the room itself is spinning like a disco ball. nothing can’t seem to ease his heartbreak.

“bakugo!” he hears his name get called. his head snaps backwards looking for the voice that just called him. the high pitched voice of the red head bringing him a sense of comfort and familiarity in this sea of pity. “it’s been so long!”

he doesn’t respond, lips pursed together opting to nod rather than to send a verbal response. “how have you been?” kirishima asks, patting the back of the blond with a large smile.

“i’m fine.” he mutters, fixing the tie of his suit for what seems to be the fiftieth time this hour. he can’t bring himself to relax, thoughts crowding his mind, thoughts that he wishes would just go away.

“that’s good to hear.” kirishima smiles, bringing his hand back to his side. he eyes the blond who seems to be uneasy.

anyone who would look at bakugo would simply think he’s neutral about this whole ordeal, he doesn’t seem to be bothered with this whole thing. but kirishima eijirou knows better than everyone else. nobody else would notice the way his hands sweat more than usual, nobody else would notice the way he keeps biting his lips, nobody else would see the way he anxiously grips the buckle of his belt repeatedly.

nobody else would notice, other than kirishima.

but there used to be someone else who would notice every little detail about bakugo katsuki without missing a beat.

that someone was (l/n) (y/n).

they never missed the way he would run his fingers through his hair when he was anxious, or the way he taps his foot impatiently against the floor every time he would try to calm himself down, or the way he keeps his hands in his pockets in fear that he might activate his quirk around people he adores and hurt them.

“fuck.” bakugo mumbles, bringing his hand into his pocket. small cackles could be heard from his palm if you try to open your ears in listen, but he doubts anyone else would do that now. nobody would care to spare him a glance anymore.

“are you okay bakugo?” the opposite man asks cautiously. he looks at the red haired with his glistening carmine eyes. kirishima’s eyes widen when he sees a single drop from his red hues, pure sadness in that one tear that drips from his left eye, symbolizing pure sadness and distress. “... you’re still not over them, are you?”

the question sparks a few lightnings in his heart. the face he kept from the moment this whole thing started, broken in a matter of seconds. he looks up to the ceiling finger brought up to his face to wipe the tears off of his face, broken sobs trapped in his throat, threatening to leave past his lips.

kirishima can only watch as the man trembles while he continuously wipes his tears from his face. he’s never seen such emotion expressed from the man, never having witnessed his breakdowns before. he wishes he can help, but he knows he can’t.

how could he? he full well knows that nobody else can bring him the same comfort you could, he damn well knows that bakugo would kill to have you back in his arms and give you the warmest hugs. apologize for everything he’s done, apologize for neglecting you, apologize for not giving you what you deserve, apologize for not putting you in his priority list.

but now he can only watch, watch as you step into the room. people cheering you on as you smile brightly, arm looped around another while you two walk down the red aisle. the white dress hugging each of those beautiful curves he loves, the hair that he always carded his hair through now covered with the white veil he always wanted to uncover himself in the altar, under the white lights, in front of a crowd of people.

but it’s all gone. hopes of a perfect wedded relationship with you gone as you wrap your arms around the neck of the bi-haired male. your eyes bright as he inches closer towards you, lips pressed against his as you giggle when he pulls you impossibly closer to him.

nothing can compare to what you two had before, no one will ever to fill that empty spot in his heart like how you did. maybe in due time you will be destined to meet, but at that time he wishes he would already be moved on from you.

this time he will just watch from afar. watch you smile brightly just like he always used to due.

this time, he just hopes you’re okay.

plus one

bakugo heaves a sigh as he punches in the house passcode. he had a tough day at work, patrolling, chasing after a damned villain, and his interns. who knew being a hero is more tough than it actually seems.

"what the fuc— no, why are you still awake?" bakugo's eyes twitch as soon as he walks into the house. the little blonde, named kazuki, still awake at a godforsaken hour of dawn.

"hi dad." the little blond greets with a small smile, waving the small remote in his hands. before leaving the agency he had already changed and taken a shower, so that was no big deal.

"don't hi dad me, why are you still awake?" he asks sternly, removing his shoes along with his mask. the little boy turns off the tv as he removes himself from the couch.

"i was waiting for you." the boy says as he walks over to the kitchen to grab a bottled water for his father. something he learned from you, everytime bakugo comes home.

"why would you wait for me? you already know i come home late, always." he mumbles the last part, following his son to the kitchen who then hands him a bottle of water.

"i can't sleep."

"lies." bakugo says as he crouches down to tap his son on the nose. kazuki chuckles as he walks to his father to give him a warm hug.

"where's your mum?"

"i don't know, she told me to go to bed but she kept sneezing and going to the bathroom. i was worried so i went out of the room to wait for you and tell you as soon as you get home."

"right, so she's in her room?" the little boy nods. bakugo wraps his hands around the little boy before hoisting him upwards and walking to the little ones room.

"did you brush your teeth?" the blonde man asks his son who simply shakes his head. his [e/c] eyes starting to droop as he rubs them. "i'll brush your teeth and you go to sleep."

the boy simply nods as bakugo opens the door the little boys room. the room surprisingly neat, with all the toys placed away.

"hm. good kid, you—" bakugo heaves a sigh as soon as his eyes land upon the little boy who's snoring away in his arms. his lips twitch upwards as he presses a kiss on the little boys forehead, placing him on his little bed and tucking him away. "night, bud."

he leaves the room silently before walking to your own room. not without hearing a loud sneeze from the other side of the door. he snickers before opening the door to reveal you, hunched over.

"what's wrong with you?" is his first words when he appears. you lazily look at him as he closes the door behind him, concern lacing his eyes.

"i— don't—" your eyes bulge out of your sockets before you could create a complete sentence. you quickly get up on your feet and cover your mouth with your hands.

bakugo takes notice of this and he quickly follows behind you. his eyes are wide as he turns on the bathroom light and takes a hold of your hair.

you lean over the toilet as you start to gorge out the things inside your stomach. bakugo looks at you as you continue gag, tears forming at the side of your eyes.

he frowns with furrowed brows, combing your hair with his fingers properly holding you back. he then grabs the nearest towel he can hold and place it near you to wipe your face with after.

"are you okay?" he asks you as soon as you stop to puke. you dont respond with words as you cough. bakugo's frown deepens and he kneels beside you.

"what's wrong are you sick? did you catch a cold?" he asks you. you shake your head as you redeem yourself. he opens the drawer beside him and he pulls out a hair tie.

he ties your hair into a low pony before standing up straight and grabbing the nearest glass, quickly filling it with water and handing it to you.

"thank you." you mutter as you receive the glass. bakugo's concern goes over the roof as thoughts run in his head. he has not a single clue of what's happening to you, but he knows one person who might.

"did you call the doctor today?" he asks you as he fishes out his phone. you shake your head as you gargle the water and pouring it out.

"how about mum, did you call her?" he asks you as he bites down his lip. you nod this time as you stand. he's quick to his feet and he hold you against him. "what'd she say?" he asks you as he wraps his hands on your waist.

"pregnancy test." you mumble as you start to close your eyes. your hands on his neck as he cradles you.

"pregnancy— test?" he repeats and you hum. he bats his eyes at you and he turns his head to face you. "did you take it?" he asks frantically.

"yea. its in the drawer, i couldn't see the results." you reply and he doesn't waste a second. he quickly opens the drawer with his foot and pulls out the used pregnancy test.

"you didn't see the results?" he asks and you nod. his breath hitches and he places the test on his hand.

its been ages since your first born, and getting a kid now isn't ideal. but its not like he's complaining or anything.

"right,"

he blinks his eyes and he bites on his lips.

3

2

1

he flips the test. and it reveals,

positive.

"oh my fucking god." he whimpers, tears starting to pool in his eyes. his grip on your waist tightens and he buries his head on the crook of your neck.

"what'd say?" you ask and he whimpers as he continues to cry on your shoudler. "katsuki?"

"positive."

you bat your eyes and tears pool your own eyes.

"we're going to have another kid, katsuki." you say as you wrap your arms around his neck harder. "kazuki's going to have a sibling." you cry and he nods.

"we're going to have another child. oh my god. i love you." he says as he continues to dampen your shoulder and you nod with happy tears as you run a hand through his hair.

"i'm going to be a dad of two now. of two, can you believe it?" he says as he continues to sob. "i'm so lucky to have you three in my life. i love you three, more than anything."

"i love you so fucking much, you three."

gone too far

"katsuki please—"

"shut up! you don't understand you never have and you never will!"

it's not the first time he has screamed at you, but this isn't the right time to be arguing, not when you two are at the middle of a mission.

infidelity

you turn your back, turning away from his infidelity.

your broken sobs are loud, but not as loud as the screaming in your heart. the same heart you gave to him, the same heart that he promised to protect and indulge in his love; broken in his hands.

your body shakes as you bend down to the floor, your tears flooding like the flash flood. hair covering your field of vision, ears and nose redder than that of his eyes.

those eyes that used to look at you as if you were the most precious being in the world. those were the same eyes that now look at you as if you mean nothing to him.

he isn't home, maybe he doesn't even think of this as his home anymore. maybe she is now his home. the same warmth the you have been craving for ages, now impossible to retrieve.

bakugo's parents are fashion designers, so bakugo has a really good fashion sense and he sometimes dresses up in his room. he also knows how to cat walk and strut in the run way like a high lance, expensive, Victoria's Secret model.

and i love you so

bakugo heaves a sigh as he fidgets with his red tie in front of the mirror. his breathing picks up speed as he restrains himself from fidgeting and crumbling, pulling back this tidal wave of emotions that are threatening to surge over him.

it's finally the day. the day where you two finally make one, to tie the bond of forever.

katsuki bakugo and (Y/N) (L/N)'s marriage.

"you look good man!" kirishima appears from behind him with his body leaning against the door frame. bakugo looks at his best friends’ reflection from the mirror and lets go of his tie.

"how do i look?" he hesitantly asks kirishima for probably the millionth time this day. kirishima simply chuckles as he picks up his figure from the door and walks over to his friend.

"perfect man." kirishima says with a small smile, placing both his hands on bakugo's shoulders. the blond eases into the touch and lets himself come down from his high.

"do you think she'll like it?" the blond asks with a small voice, closing his eyes. kirishima pats his best friends hair and smiles at him.