You heal him by massaging him and almost faint
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The city lights outside flickered as you and Bakugou settled into a quiet evening at your shared apartment. The day had been filled with the usual hero duties and challenges, and now, the two of you sought solace in the comfort of each other's company.
Bakugou, though known for his explosive personality, had moments of vulnerability that only you got to witness. Tonight was one of those nights. His gaze held a weariness that spoke of battles fought, both physically and emotionally. Sensing his need for a respite, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
"Katsuki, let me help you relax," you suggested, guiding him to the couch.
He grunted in agreement, letting you take charge. As you started a gentle massage on his shoulders, Bakugou's tense muscles slowly began to yield. The silence between you was comfortable, filled only with the sounds of the city outside.
"You know, you're too damn good at this," Bakugou admitted, a rare hint of gratitude in his voice.
You chuckled, continuing the massage. "Well, someone's got to take care of you, tough guy."
He smirked, "Yeah, yeah. Lucky me, it's you."
As your hands worked their magic, the atmosphere in the room shifted from fatigue to tranquility. Bakugou's guard seemed to lower, and you could see the subtle signs of relief on his face. The city lights outside painted a serene backdrop to this intimate moment, a haven within the bustling chaos of hero life.
After a while, Bakugou sighed, his shoulders noticeably less tense. "Damn, that feels better. You've got some magic in those hands."
You grinned, "Just a little trick I picked up. Now, any other battle wounds you need tending to?"
He shook his head, "Nah, I'm good. Thanks, Y/N."
As you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek, a sudden wave of dizziness swept over you. Bakugou caught you before you could stumble, concern etching his features.
"Y/N? What the hell's wrong?"
You blinked, trying to shake off the disorientation. "I'm fine, just got a bit lightheaded. Must be more tired than I thought."
Bakugou's expression shifted from concern to a rare gentleness. "You've been taking care of me all this time. Now it's my turn. Lie down, I'll get you something to drink."
Despite your protests, Bakugou insisted, fetching a glass of water and settling you on the couch. As he handed you the glass, he studied your face, a new layer of worry settling in.
"Maybe you overdid it, dumbass. You should've told me you weren't feeling well."
You took a sip of water, mustering a weak smile. "I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine, really."
Bakugou sat beside you, his concern palpable. "You pass out after taking care of me, and you call that fine? I should've noticed something was off."
You reassured him, "Katsuki, it's just exhaustion. I'll be okay after some rest."
He sighed, his hand gently rubbing your back. "You're too damn stubborn for your own good."
You chuckled, "Pot calling the kettle black, don't you think?"
The city lights outside continued their dance, casting a soothing glow into the room. Bakugou, though still worried, couldn't hide a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
"Rest up, Y/N. I'll be here when you wake up. And next time, don't pull this stupid stunt," he scolded, though his tone carried an unmistakable affection.
You closed your eyes, feeling the fatigue washing over you. "Deal, Katsuki. Thanks for taking care of me."
As sleep claimed you, the city lights outside painted a scene of quiet companionship, a testament to the moments of vulnerability and care that defined your relationship.
The night progressed with the rhythmic hum of the city outside, and as you drifted into a peaceful slumber, Bakugou remained vigilant, his eyes fixed on your resting form. The apartment, bathed in the gentle glow of city lights, witnessed a silent exchange of care and vulnerability.
Hours passed, and the city outside began to stir with the dawn. Bakugou, still perched beside you, couldn't shake off the worry that lingered in his eyes. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch careful as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace you'd found.
When you finally stirred, he was there, his gaze softened but still carrying the weight of concern. "Hey, how are you feeling?"
You blinked, adjusting to the waking world. "Better, thanks. Guess I needed that rest more than I thought."
Bakugou nodded, a mixture of relief and lingering worry in his expression. "Stubborn idiot. You better let me know if something's wrong next time."
You managed a weak smile, "I promise. Thanks for taking care of me, Katsuki."
He grunted, a faint blush tinging his cheeks. "Yeah, well, it's what partners do, right?"
As you sat up, the events of the night before played back in your mind. "And speaking of partners, you looked like you needed someone to take care of you too."
Bakugou scratched the back of his head, a rare display of vulnerability. "Guess I can't hide everything from you, huh?"
You chuckled, "Nope. Now, how about you let me return the favor? Let's take it easy today. I'll make breakfast, and then we can just chill."
He raised an eyebrow, "Chill? You don't do 'chill.'"
You smirked, "I can make an exception for today. Besides, even heroes need a break."
Bakugou smirked back, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Fine, but don't expect me to turn all soft just because you took care of me."
The morning unfolded with a different energy, one of shared comfort and gentle care. You prepared breakfast together, Bakugou occasionally sneaking glances to ensure you were truly okay. As you both sat down to eat, the city lights outside continued their timeless dance, casting a warm glow on a morning that felt renewed.
As the day progressed, you and Bakugou embraced the simplicity of just being together. The worries of hero life, the battles fought, and the vulnerabilities shared seemed to fade into the background. The city lights outside, now transitioning from the glow of dawn to the vibrant hues of day, painted a picture of a love that found strength in moments of care and understanding.
As the day unfolded, the tranquility of your shared moments lingered, a testament to the enduring strength of your connection. Bakugou, though known for his fiery temperament, revealed a softer side, one that found solace in the simple joys of being with you.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, you and Bakugou found yourselves on the balcony, basking in the fading warmth of the day. The city lights below began their nightly dance, casting a familiar and comforting glow.
Bakugou leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the city. "Today was... different. Not bad, just different."
You joined him, a smile playing on your lips. "Sometimes, we all need a break from the chaos. Even heroes."
He grunted in agreement, his eyes never leaving the cityscape. "Yeah. Maybe you're onto something with this 'chill' thing."
You nudged him playfully, "I knew you'd come around. Maybe we can make it a tradition, take a day off from saving the world and just enjoy each other's company."
Bakugou shot you a sidelong glance, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Only if it involves your damn good cooking. I'm not giving up on that."
You laughed, "Deal. Now, let's see what the night has in store for us."
As you both retreated into the apartment, the city lights continued to paint a mesmerizing display outside. The evening wore on with shared laughter, playful banter, and a love that seemed to deepen with each passing moment.
In the quiet embrace of the night, surrounded by the gentle glow of city lights, you and Bakugou found solace in the simplicity of your connection. The apartment, once witness to vulnerability and care, now echoed with the laughter of two hearts that had weathered storms and found peace in each other's company.
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