Yooooooooooooooo How Would Yamaguchi Confess????? Flowers???? Choclate???? NOTES??????????????????????

yooooooooooooooo how would Yamaguchi confess????? flowers???? Choclate???? NOTES?????????????????????? I MUST KNOW. THANK YOU.

Ooo thats real interesting? Im thinking hes gonna be all sweet and corny about it 😭

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Yamaguchi Confession Headcannon

The sweetheart would probably get you a few daffodils and present them to you with the most adorable blush on his little freckled cheeks.

He most definately looked up the meanings for almost every flower he could get his hands on.

When he confesses, it's probably in a very non-crowded spot, like on school grounds after hours.

He would want to take you to the nearby park to look at the tadpoles in the pond because he's just a sweet little wierdo like that.

He's definately asked your friends what your favourite chocolates are because he surprises you with them along with the flowers.

He really went all out for you, he's even ironed his school clothes.

Tsukishima is definately standing behind a bush somewhere not too far off. The tall blonde tried to act like it was against his will but he worries secretly that Yamaguchi might actually be crushed if you were to reject him.

You're definately very bashful and embarrassed but so is Yama so it's fine.

There's also a note in your locker because he was heavily contemplating not confessing face-to-face, and he's currently internally panicking on how he's gonna get it back so he doesn't look like a fool in front of the person he has more than just a little crush on.

While he's confessing he rambles a lot, and you realise just how close he pays attention to all your little changes, like a different skin or haircare routine and it makes him all the more adorable in your eyes.

The little mopheaded baby scrunches up his face and closes his eyes tight with anxiety as he speaks, shakily holding up the flowers and chocolate and bowing to you, making you sweatdrop as you try to get him to calm down a little, scared he might faint and die where he stands.

He's just so precious.

Im so glad to hear you enjoyed it! Ive been wondering if my posts were reaching anyone because my account is acting up all of a sudden, im not getting nearly as mamy notes as possible and i cant even comment on my own stuff! :((

bakugo w a quiet reader?? :D

Like the reader is always silent in class and just sits in the corner n stuff

If youd like me to change anything about what ive written, such as readers pronouns, etc, be sure to lmk! I absolutely do not mind editing it to suit you better!

i made some edits also! reader is gn in this story and doesnt get referred to as specific pronouns, so it can be an x male or x fem reader story as well :)

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Bakugou x Quiet!GN!Reader - Too Good For The Rest Of Us?

He always wondered why you were so quiet during class. It was like you weren't even there. You sit alone in class, alone again at lunch, alone during breaks, and again, alone, you walk back to your dorms, where you spend the majority of your time in your room.

You probably spend all of your time in there shut away in the dark, he thinks, but he doesn't care. You're starting to piss him off with your 'holier than thou' attitude. What makes you so much better than the rest of them that even talking to your classmates serves as no interest to you.

You bet he's gonna call out your bullshit in front of the whole class, but as soon as the bell rings, signifying the end of class, he turns to you and you're already gone. What in the...?!

Whatever. He'll just come to you, then.

He huffs quietly as he collects his stuff together and quickly as he makes his way to the dorms and straight to your door, not even stopping at his own room to drop off his bag and blazer as his spiky blonde hair bounces with each step he takes closer to your room.

Meanwhile you sit on your bed with your laptop, typing away furiously in order to complete the assignment that you were very behind on, struggling to understand what it all means. Look, it's not your fault that words just don't stick with you as easily as they probably should.

It doesn't help that you really lacked the confidence to make friends, so you had noone to ask for help when things became a struggle. Your thoughts are harshly interrupted by a quick and thunderous knock on the door, startling you and almost sending your laptop crashing to the floor in your sudden panic.

"U-Uh-... Gimme- gimme a sec..."

You curse yourself internally for stutterring like that. Heroes don't stutter like frightened children. How idiotic.

You open the door looking dishevelled and unorganised, and your classmate probably thinks you look like a dumbass right now, but you press on, refusing to meet the angry blonde's eyes.

He's confused by this, having expected some rude or overconfident remark from you for almost knocking your damned door off its hinges, but when he's met with nothing but a shy and quiet "uh- what can I do for you, Bakugou?...", he's left feeling very much confused, and very much like an idiot.

"Uh-"

For the first time ever, you see him thrown for a loop, but he carries on with the same arrogance and annoyance as before, but not as much conviction. Especially since, damn, you're like a half a foot taller than him. He's never actually been this close to you before, but man, you're tall.

"What's up with that attitude? What? Think you're too good to entertain us with your presence, hah?!"

"N-no! That's not it at all-...

You're cut short by your own yelp as someone a few doors down opens their door and you grab Katsuki's hand to drag him into your room, slamming the door shut to hide. You breathe a sigh of relief until you remember the fuming blonde about a meter away from you, his cheeks burning as he rips his hand out of your now loosened grasp. You find it a little bit funny when he has to tilt his head up to meet your eyes. Just a little bit.

"What the fuck are you-MPH--"

Your hand is over his mouth in seconds as he starts to yell, panicked and begging with your eyes as you tell him not to be so loud, making the blush on his face even worse at your proximity.

"Look, I don't like to draw attention... I know you probably think it's lame, but I don't handle being talked to very well... I'm getting there... okay? I know I can't still feel this way and be a hero, i'm working on it... but for now, could you please bare with me? I really am sorry, Bakugou..."

The boy may be impulsive and brash, but he's not a horrible person, and he scoffs but gives you a curt nod, able to see your anxiety for what it is. He still thinks it's stupid, of course, but it's not his problem so he doesn't bother meddling with it.

His eyes dart around your obviously dark room, your lights off except for the fairy lights on your headboard and your laptop, which holds your own assignment.

"Tch, what? Struggling with the assignment? That was piss-easy, so if you're struggling you really must be dumb..."

You stand in the middle of your room, dumbfounded by the quite frankly rude remark, not realising that he's using it as an excuse to help you out, the blonde sitting down in your bed without permission and typing on the keyboard like he would if he were helping out Eijirou or Denki.

"You know, what you've written already isn't half bad, just stop waffling. You take too long to complete your sentences and you end up digressing. Stop that, it's stupid."

You're still equally as confused as you were earlier, if not more, but you shake your head and just think to not question it. Bakugou does what Bakugou pleases and if you want to keep your face then you'd best let him to his own devices.

You can't say you don't appreciate the help though, so when later that evening, after Bakugou had left and it was now dinnertime, you present him with freshly made spicy soba, he looks at you in mild surprise and gruffly, awkwardly takes your gift and drrags you into his room to finish it with him.

You could've never imagined him doing anything like this at the beginning of the year, but you now realise how much he's grown as a hero since then, and that inspires you just a little bit. You don't let him know that, though.

Bakugou sitting on our lap snuggling his face on our neck while we’re reading or doing homework

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Bakugou x GN!Reader - Down, Boy.

The only sound in the room is the scratching of your pencil against paper as you do your maths homework, your eyes trailing over the paper as your other hand comes up to scatch at your boyfriends' scalp, who's currently sitting in your lap like a lazy cat.

His legs are spread around your waist and his chest is pressed up against yours while he breathes evenly, presumably sleeping.

He's had an absolutely miserable day with little to no sleep and the poor thing's been grouchy all day.

Well, more grouchy than usual at least.

When the two of you had gotten back to your room to retreat for the evening, Katsuki had finally let himself cave. Red eyes were filled with weariness and exhaustion as you grab the back of his head without even needing to look at him, guiding his head to rest against your neck, his forehead resting against your collarbone.

A loud and raspy groan echoes throughout your bedroom while you stroke the back of his neck with your thumb in slow, circular motions, focusing your attention on the soft little baby hairs there. You guided him towards your desk, wanting beyond anything to cuddle with him in bed, but knowing that he wouldn't let you. You still have homework to do after all...

So the solution? He'll have to sit in your lap, then. He brought this on himself.

And that brings you to where you are now, with your lover in your lap and your focus on your work. The gruff blonde had tried to stuggle at first as you gestured to your lap when you sat down, but your quick and authoritative "sit, boy..." left no room for argument and he quickly stepped over you to get comfortable in the position you had him in now.

His chin now rests on your shoulder and he snores softly in the warmth of your arms, the great Katsuki Bakugou snuggling you like you're an oversized teddybear. How adorable is that?

He shuffles in your lap as he naps, your hand moving along to write down the answers to your homework questions, and as he moves his head nuzzles further into your neck and spiky, ash blonde hair tickles your ear, eliciting a soft chuckle from you that has your chest vibrating against his. You could definately get used to this.

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Sanemi x Shy!GN!Reader

@just-an-average-simp this was your request! hope you like it :)

No pronouns used, so can be an x male or x female reader :)

You sit, alone, hidden in the shade of a line of trees that covers the roof that you sit on. You're high enough that you can reach out and touch the leaves on the treetop, and the breeze ruffles your hair gently. It's very hot out today, and the intensity of the sun has you missing the winter instantly. You miss the early blanket of darkness and the snow that crumples beneath your footsteps. Summer is overrated.

You're only sitting outside because it's a nice day out and you don't want to waste away hibernating in your bedroom like you always do, only coming out when you're summpned for a mission. You want to get out of that mindset, but it's incredibly difficult to just change your whole lifestyle in only one day.

Everyone that sees you, if they even notice you, is visibly shocked that you've finally come out of your little cave and started seeing the light of day again. It's not your fault that you don't particularly value interaction with others. It just never really turned out all that well for you in the past. Friends are overrated.

With this in mind, it makes sense that not many people recognise you, and mistake you for a less experienced, new recruit. One of the only people that actually knows your name is the Wind Pillar, Sanemi. He is the one who'd scouted you, having seen your will to shed blood and protect a group of children that you were travelling with.

You had all been driven from your village by crooks, and while you could have overpowered them, it wasn't worth risking the children just to become a criminal, and run the risk of being hunted down by allies they might have. It had taken you a long time to gather the reason and courage to migrate, and so you did, carrying two children on your back and holding the hands of two others. Another three who were a few years older were following on behind you, and together, you migrated through a thick blanket of snow in the dead of night to get away, managing to fend off demons for a good few days until you had gotten desperate.

Sanemi had seen you struggle against a group of demons in a forest nearby to the town he was guarding just as you had started to get weaker, bleeding and bruised as you brutally kill the last low-level demon, telling the children that they can open their eyes now.

You had met him when one of the creatures had gotten up from where you thought you'd killed it, and the Wind Pillar had instantly terminated it, begrudgingly guiding you to the town. For some reason, he'd decided he wanted to take you with him, "because you don't talk so you're not so annoying."

The rest is history.

The Pillar is sitting beside you in the blink of an eye, watching you and huffing as you only offer him a shy smile, giving you a cross look.

"Why are you sitting here? You should sit with me more often! You're my disciple!"

"Ah... my apologies... i'll sit with you more from now."

He huffs jaggedly, his voice raspy and low in a way that has your stomach doing twists. He's always been quite possessive of you. It makes you feel happy, too, like you're worth something to somebody. It's an addictive feeling. One you can't get enough of. He'd started growing a soft spot for you when he started teaching you how to fight.

You were good in comparison to normal humans, but to a Hashira, you were nothing but an annoying little fruit fly that could easily be swatted away. So he trained you because he had a soft spot for people who were good with kids and those who were good against demons. What he wasn't too big a fan of was how quiet and antisocial you could be.

You're just a naturally very quiet, genuine person, so he talks to you in ways noone else can understand or bear witness to, and it makes you feel especially lucky. Especially when you lean against his side, resting on him and letting your head fall to his shoulder.

Somewhere along the lines, he grew soft for you, and fell in love with you. It was a difficult process but it was worth it, even if you don't say it much, and it took you a good few years to work up the courage to even invite him into your home just for lunch, to which he gruffly accepted and continued to eat you out of house and home.

You smile at the memory, happy that you gained the courage to confess to your saviour, and knowing now that he was equally as infatuated and interested, like he was some wild animal, studying you and stalking you in the hopes to learn more.

Okay so tumblr wont let me comment on anything all of a sudden (baring in mind the fact that all of my comments on MY OWN WORK have been deleted by tumblr). I would understand if i were sending hate mail left right and centre but all ive said are things like "<3" and "thanks for commenting :)" and the occasional babble about random headcanons

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Boyfriend scenarios :) deku baku shoto

im so sorry this took me like two weeks to finish lol! Im steadily getting through the requests in order of which ones were made first. These will be in separate parts and youll be able to find them easily on my masterlist :)

also dont laugh at me for my use of the word tiddies lmfuckingfao i love that word sm

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Warning: Some NSFW content, blowjobs, mentions of death...

Katsuki Boyfriend Scenarios - Fem!Reader

He meets your pets

You both had had a long day of training and you had offered to cook spicy soba if Katsuki aggreed to stay at your house since it was closer than his, unfortunately, he didn't realise you had pets.

Cue Katsuki sitting on your couch with a baffled expression as he tries to ignore your cat, which is having the time of it's life staring at him and getting fur all over the bottoms of his pants. You have another two cats that sit on his lap, crowding the confused boy and purring loudly.

The image doesn't fail to make you snort out a genuine giggle, amused at his weariness of the harmless little critters.

"They're just cats, Katsuki... go ahead, pet Gizmo, hes the little shit trying to sniff your armpit right now."

His head turns in alarm as you say that, blushing and scowling at the creature like he's been scandalised. This elicits another laugh from you as you leave him to his own devices to check on the food.

By the time you come back, you smile at the sight in front of you. Your absolutely adorable boyfriend wriggles his fingers on his lap with a concentrated expression, looking awefully serious for someone who's currently letting your cat bat and chew at his fingers.

You set the food down on the table an shoo the cats away, since you don't like to make a habit out of letting them bother you while you're eating, and a smile reaches your lips as you watch his become a little dissappointed when the cats each scuttle away to cause mayhem in some other part of the house.

"You didn't tell me you had pets..."

His voice has you feeling a little bad, since he's probably beating himself up over not knowing very much about you. Your smile is bright though, and it has him feeling a little better as you speak.

"Yeah, I probably should've, I mean what if you were allergic? It was a bit idiotic of me, sorry, but i just never thought to mention them except for when it came up in conversation, you know?.."

His shoulders untense a little and he loosens up at that, feeling a little better but still like a dumbass for not thinking to learn any more about you. He'll get over it though, and after you've both eaten, you click your tongue and call the cats back in, all three of them walking in one by one and jumping onto the sofa with you both as you cuddle together to watch a movie.

He walks in on you changing

Your shirt hits the floor as you change clothes in your bathroom, now in only your baby pink underwear while you try to find your shirt and pants. You and Katsuki are going on a date today and you're in the middle of contemplating whether you should wear a dress or a skirt, since you don't actually feel like wearing any pants, when the door suddenly opens and in walks your boyfriend.

You freeze and he doesn't even realise that you're there until he turns around, coming face to face with his beet red, half naked girlfriend. You throw a towel at his head as his eyes move down to your breasts and his cheeks turn a cute pink. You don't expect him to catch the flying projectile with a cocky smirk, and you glare at him as you fling a shampoo bottle next, hitting him square in the head.

He remains unphased though, staring at your barely covered boobs like a baby would and practically drooling over them. Honestly! It's not like he's never seen them before!

You sigh and glare at him, giving in because he's just too tempting and calling him closer with a curled finger, dropping your shirt on the floor and jutting a hip out to tease him more.

"What? You're really that down bad, huh?"

He smirks at the jab you make to his pride, unaffected as he pulls you closer by the hips with rough, firm hands and places a fleeting kiss to your lips, kissing down your neck and moving your hair out of the way with his fingers so gently.

You squint your eyes as you give him a dangerous smile, pressing your tiddies against his firm chest and watching in delight as his breath hitches in his chest, catching in his throat. You can feel his very heartbeat race as you grab his hand and guide it under the thin fabric of your lace bra, giggling when his fingers trace over pert nipples and watching him crumble in front of you.

You lay a soft kiss to his cheek as you hold his face in your hand and practically purr as you speak. His resolve crumbles down to dust and he pushes his hips against your own, his hard-on very obvious against your hip. Well, that was easy.

He's literally putty in your hands as you pull away, leaving him high and dry and finding pleasure in the deprived little whine he tries to choke down, looking over his flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, down to the bulge in his pants and feeling incredibly satisfied with yourself.

The previously discarded shirt gets picked up and put on, and you dress slowly just to tease your lover while he adjusts his pants uncomfortably, excusing himself in an instant and completely forgetting what he even came here for in the first place.

You get a new piercing

Your tongue has finally gotten over the painful, swollen stage of being pierced, which is a big relief, since Katsuki should be back from his long ass work trip by tonight and you wanted this to be a nice surprise for him.

Thankfully it's not nearly as painful as it was at first and you've been taking good care of it, so it's healing very well after a good two and a half months. You can't wait to see him again and the thought has you almost buzzing where you sit on your shared bed, smiling softly and planning for all of the things you're going to do to help him settle back in.

Usually you both split the household stuff between eachother, and Katsuki usually cooks instead of you because as much as you hate to admit it, Katsuki's better at cooking than you are, but today you took special care in making his favourite dish for him with all the spiciness he's probably been craving. You have a movie on hold on the TV, and as much as you don't expect Katsuki to want some action the day he comes back, you still wear his favourite colour lingerie, just in case.

So when the keys rattle in the door and your lover walks into the house with a heavy groan of relief, to find the house pristine and his wonderful girlfriend serving dinner at the table, and it's his favourite dish, he feels his heart thump in his chest and a dumb smile reaches his lips as he comes closer, dropping his bag very ungraciously to the floor. If he were a weaker man, he would be crying right now.

He embraces you in a strong grasp made of brick-like muscle and soft skin, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck and closing his eyes, letting out a deep breath while his ever unruly hair tickles your ear. Obviously this has you finishing up with the hot bowls in seconds to quickly turn around and reciprocate the hug. How you had missed this. You missed your brash blonde and his fiery personality.

"God, fuck.... 'missed you so much... 's fuckin' torture without you."

You smile so wide your cheeks hurt and you kiss his cheek sweetly, your tongue piercing clacking against your teeth as you speak when you try to make it obvious that something's changed, the sound reaching his ears and piquing his curiosity.

"Aw, baby, that bad, huh? 'missed you too..."

"... You chewing on ice or something?..."

His eyes slowly trace upwards to meet yours, only to stop at your devilish smirk the second you playfully stick your tongue out at him. He's stunned into silence until he suddenly straightens up with a little smile, pulling gently at your bottom lip and holding your jaw to inspect it closer.

"Holy shit-... you got it pierced? Why didn't you tell me?... I thought we were keeping in touch..."

His excitement slowly transitions to a dampened disappointment, upset with himself for not being able to communicate so well over the phone. You quickly shut his thought process down however, smiling at him gleefully and kissing his soft lips, having missed this feeling of close proximity between you.

"Surprise! I thought you would like it... I wanted to see your reaction is all."

He's smirking now, leaning in again to nip at your bottom lip and kiss you properly, groaning at the feeling of the cold metal against his own tongue and revelling in the sound of the metal bar crashing against his teeth.

"Oh, I like it, alright..."

"And if it feels good in your mouth, just wait for the real surprise..."

You had dessert before dinner that night.

He sees you crying

Big, round teardrops cascade down your face as you wail into your hands, shaking and sniffling and trying your best to stifle your cries. Your face is red and your eyes are puffy and irritated, the colours in your irises almost illuminescent with the emotion in them, and tears and snot cover your face, reflecting the light in the room.

Today had been one of the most stressful days of your career, and you had recieved so much hate for not being able to save everyone in a recent villain attack. It was times like these that had you a thread away from quitting your job.

You were the only first responder at the scene of an explosion, and the integrity of the building was heavily compromised, so you did what you could to save as many people as possible before the entire structure of the building crumbled around you. You almost didn't make it yourself.

You had recieved a lot of backlash straight away, and as you were gasping for breath on the floor just outside of the danger zone, mourning the loss of those you couldn't save, you were bombarded by reporters demanding answers as to why you weren't able to save the rest. Your heart had shattered into a million pieces just then.

You don't even hear the door open over your hyperventilated breaths, more tears flooding as you think about how many lives were lost because you weren't good enough. Try as you might, you aren't AllMight.

Katsuki's arms are holding you in an embrace more secure than ever in seconds. He would usually give you a harsh but needed wake up call after a mission gone awry, but after this one he knows that that's not the approach to go with today.

"Come on... let me see your face, baby. I want you to look me in the eye while i say this."

You slowly move your hands, and Katsuki's own eyes dampen at the sight of your fresh tears. You really do look like a mess.

"It wasn't your fault. Okay? They were fucking lucky to have you. you saved twelve lives while yours was on the line the entire time. You should not feel guilty for being alive. You lived, and now you can save others in the future. Repeat after me, they are lucky to have me..."

"They're lucky to-... to have me-"

You're cut off by your own hiccupps, crying even harder now as your boyfriend, your lover, holds your face gently in his palms and presses one of the softest kisses he's ever given you onto swollen lips.

"That's it. We're gonna be okay. Those ungrateful bastards will get what's comin' to 'em..."

You finally manage a small, fragile smile as you're pulled flush against his chest, your voice wavering a little in what's barely a soft laugh.

"... Please don't blow up the news building again..."

He uses your chest as a pillow

Katsuki had just come back from an exhausting, long day of boring work, consisting of writing reports for previous missions and signing paperwork, followed by an uneventful patrol.

By the end of the day, he just wanted to eat dinner and pass out in bed. But, you had a better idea. You were off work today and were just lazing around, waiting for Katsuki to come home until you heard the front door slam, signalling that he'd had a shitty day.

You pause the TV and get up out of bed, wrapping yourself in your dressing gown and greeting your boyfriend at the door. He wordlessly collapses into your arms dramatically and sighs in relief as his head hits your breasts like they're some kind of cushion.

He always does this after a bad day, and you open your arms willingly and with an amused smile, stroking his hair and letting him nuzzles your covered up chest.

You actually find it rather endearing that he's so obsessed with your boobs, and as you guide him to the bedroom with a chuckle, your discard the dressing gown that you know was secretly pissing him off, letting his stuff his nose between your breasts.

All you can see of his face now is his mop of hair and you laugh again, combing through soft blond locks with your fingers and braiding random strands as you watch your program. He's far more relaxed now, with his face stuffed into the soft mounds of flesh that cushion his head so well, his eyelids fluttering shut as he quickly falls asleep in your embrace.

You bleed on his bed

You wake up feeling groggy as hell, with the worst cramps you've ever had in your life. Today's going to be a long day. Isn't it a week too early? Oh god. It is. And you didn't wear a pad to sleep.

Oh shit. This isn't even your bed. You dread to get up and survey the damage you've done to your boyfriend's matress. It must look like a murder scene by now. You don't want to get up out of bed now or ever again as tears collect at your waterline, your stomach dropping, but as soon as you feel another wave of blood escape you're forced to get up and sit awkwardly on your hip, starting to panic as you see just how bad it really is.

You've even got blood on your fucking boyfriend for god's sake. Tears stream down your face as you try to wake up your sleeping partner. He groans softly at the disturbance but immediately forgets about how groggy and sleep heavy he feels when the first thing he sees is you crying.

"W-what?! What's happening?-... Oh-..."

He quickly understands as he sits up and puts his hand down to support himself, only to feel something cold and wet on the bed. His blood runs cold as he realises that it's blood, and he almost runs to call an ambulance until he actually sees where it's coming from.

Theres a mass of red so dark that its almost black on the crotch and thighs of your pants, and as you sit up and apologise he quickly brings you closer and traps you into a loving hug. He doesn't even care about the sheets, they can be washed anyway.

"You started?... there's stuff in the bathroom cupboard for you... go run yourself a bubble bath and ill wash the sheets. Come on- there's no need to cry, you idiot, it's just a dumb bed sheet. Let me get you some new pants... 'think i got some ibuprofen too."

You have no idea why he's so calm right now, he's not even grossed out or anything? You're flooded with an overwhelming sense of relief and adoration for your boyfriend, hot tears collecting at your jaw and patterring down to the sheets below you, and you slowly get up to clean yourself up while Katsuki cleans up after you in the middle of the night.

You feel so lucky to have him as you run your bath, getting undressed and putting the ruined clothes into a pile, letting yourself relax.

He's not even mildly upset with you as he knocks on the door and sets a fresh painr of clothes on the counter, coming back to you and stroking your hair, giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Just don't waste your energy worrying about it, 's fine. 'not like you can schedule regular meetings with your goddamned uterus."

You can't help bit give a soft, tired laugh at that.