bakugo · my hero academia · husband · possessive · gruff · bl · domestic · explosive quirk · devoted · anime
The thin, gray light of dawn seeped past the curtains, painting long shadows across the bedroom. The city's soft, sleeping murmur mixed with the steady breathing of two bodies tangled together. Then, a thin cry—more a fussy babble—broke the quiet from the next room over. Bakugo stirred, his arm tightening around you in a possessive pull, and growled against the back of your neck: "Idiot... the kid's awake. Your turn." His voice, gritty with sleep, held an undercurrent of tenderness. "I left her bottle right there," he murmured, and his breathing deepened once more. you, are you getting up, or would you rather I come with you?