She Can Do Whatever The Hell She Wants!! You Go Girlie

she can do whatever the hell she wants!! you go girlie <3

There’s a reason Pro-Hero Dynamight just smirks and changes the subject whenever reporters tease and ask what’s under the suit…

there's only room in the afterlife for one crazy bitch you gotta go back dude

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Warnings: BNHA 362 spoilers, hurt/comfort?

I really don’t wanna tag this as Bnha spoilers/mha spoilers and end up in the tags, so please scroll if you don’t wanna read it.

Just me being self-indulgent.

Bakugou rarely talks about that day. The day you’d almost lost him for good. And you weren’t really certain you were ready to hear about it all, what you knew already upset you enough. Wishing you could’ve shared some of the pain he felt so he didn’t have to endure it alone, to be there for him when he needed you most.

You’d expect that day to be ablur, but remember everything vividly, from the moment you got the call to the first time you saw him lying in his hospital bed with wires sticking out of him. It felt worse than before, the wounds that marred his skin were now nothing compared to the burns on his face. The white bandages stained red and yellow from the blood that soaked through the fabric, the nurses still having to redress them every few hours as you waited patiently. Catching glimpses of the damage beneath as they removed the soiled fabric.

You had known what you signed up for when you first started dating the Pro-Hero, Bakugou himself telling you that nothing would come between his job or his dream of becoming number one– but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw that day.

And although he rarely talks about it, it’s difficult to forget. His scars are a constant reminder of the pain that he went through when he was busy saving the world, things that should be worn like a badge of honour instead leave a pit forming in the pit of your stomach when you think it could’ve been worse; so much worse.

But of course you still find him attractive, he always would be to you— but it was the fact that these scars were now a constant reminder of the pain and suffering he had to endure that day.

Your hand gently gripping his good arm as your fingers traced along the scars that lined his skin, curling your fingers into his palm as you hoped that you would feel him squeeze to let you know that he was still there. That he was still with you– but the more time that went by the more you began to worry that you’d never get him back.

The moment he’d finally woken up after being comatose for so long, his vision blurry as he blinked back white spots from his eyes as they adjusted to the bright hospital lights above. His body ached from being in the same position for days, and you’d barely moved from the foot of his bed. While his friends would come in to check up on him and see whether he was finally awake, you stayed.

“Hey,” A voice croaked and your head shot up from its position against the side of his bed, wide eyes glancing up at him as your eyes finally met his. You’d begun to worry that he wouldn’t wake up at all, trying to push those negative thoughts to the back of your mind as you stood from your hospital chair, towering over him as you felt tears beginning to cling to your lashes. Tumbling down your cheeks as you furiously tried to push them away with the sleeve of Bakugou’s hoodie that you were wearing. 

“What the fuck you cryin for sweetheart?” He choked out, coughing the smoke from his lungs which had you jumping into action.

Grabbing the jug of water beside the bed as you poured some into a glass. Bakugou instinctively reached for it, but hissed at the movement. His arm was bandaged and wrapped as it was fixed to his chest, still broken but it was a conversation you weren’t ready to have with him yet as he moved his good arm to grab the cup instead. His large palm shakily took the glass from you as he leaned forward to take a large gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed the liquid. 

“They said your heart stopped beating,” You murmured softly as he finished the glass, taking it back from him as your fingers brushed to place it back on top of his bedside table. Noticing the darkened bruises and scars that littered his skin, the amount of pain you knew he’d endured at the hands of Shigaraki.

“So? I’m here now, ain’t I?”

“You could’ve died, Katsuki.” You sniffled, “I thought I’d lost you.”

“You ain’t getting rid of me that easy, princess.” He scoffed, “Your shitty cooking will probably get me first.”

“Don’t even joke, Katsu-” Your bottom lip wobbled at the thought, the fact that you’d been sat outside his hospital room for hours when they’d brought him in. Unable to see him as they took him directly into surgery. Thinking up all those worst case scenarios and playing them on repeat in your mind as you waited, and waited. Torturing yourself with thoughts of what had happened and whether he’d make it out alive, Kirishima’s words playing in your mind ‘his heart stopped beating’. “Does it not even scare you that you almost died?”

“I wasn’t even thinking about dying,” He rasped, “I was just thinking that I wouldn’t be coming home to you.”