This Is Just A Bunch Of Text And Barely A Comic Sorry, But I Really Wanted To Talk About This Stuff Even

this is just a bunch of text and barely a comic sorry, but i really wanted to talk about this stuff even if i don't have the energy to properly draw

So now apparently each time it seems when Juvia is in a discomfort moment he will show a bit of panic he's not hiding it at all is he 🥺

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The Eagle's Nest by HeartOfAspen

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WC# 30: Kacchako

Prompt: 91: “Tell me you need me.”

Pairing: Kacchako

Requested By: @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate sorry this took so long love!

Thank you for the request!! Strong language, suggested themes. 

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The moment they got home, the door was slammed. Irritation filled the air and Bakugou was ready to explode. His anger was directed at his girlfriend, specifically her actions. 

As they were saving citizens from another attack, a massive blast was headed towards Bakugou, however Ochaco quickly jumped in front, taking damage to protect not only her partner but her boyfriend. 

“What the fuck was THAT!” Bakugou yelled. Ochaco simply rolled her eyes and walked to the kitchen not giving her angry boyfriend a glance. 

“Um its called doing my job.” She shot back. The fridge door opened and she took one of the cold bottles and held it against her right arm before taking a sip.

“Doing your job?” He huffed and followed her while taking the water bottle from her hands.

“Hey I-“

“Ochaco you could have gotten seriously hurt!” He slammed the bottle down. 

Another eye roll came from her, a dangerous trait she learn from her explosive boyfriend and her head laid in her hand.

“Katsuki, I had to save those people, if I get a hurt then that’s part of our duty. It’s not a big deal.” She took her bottle back and blew her bangs up. “It’s not even that bad, you’re overreacting.”

“OVERREACTING?” He ran his hand through his hair and pointed at her arm that had a small bruise. “You took a massive blow, you should have jumped out of the way.”

“Then it would of hit you!”

“I can take it!”

She turned and put her hand on her hip, her soft brown eyes widened and held a deadly glare.

“Oh and I can’t?” She spat. 

“That’s not-“

“No Bakugou. That’s exactly what you’re saying. You don’t think I’m strong enough huh?” He could sense the hurt in her voice. 

“Now don’t go putting words into my mouth babe.” 

“I don’t understand sometimes. I am a fucking grown ass woman. I can take care of my self and I don’t need my boyfriend telling me how not to do my job.” She pushed past him, aggravation coursed through her and she could feel tears swelling up. 

He grumbled and chased after her, he wouldn’t let himself be the reason she cried. “Ochaco come on!” His feet picked up the pace and he held out his hand, wrapping it softly around her wrist stopping them both. She was hesitant and didn’t turn around knowing that when she did, he’d see the tears. 

“I know you are a grown ass woman, and a fucking bad ass too.” His voice was soft, a tone only she has heard. “ I-I just couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt because you wanted to protect me.” 

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