Bakugou Katsuki x OC Kyomi Aizawa.
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Katsuki's eyes didn't leave his lover's face. He watched as she opened the medicated burn cream he got from Recovery Girl. He itched to rake his aching fingers between her silky raven locks.
Mine, Katsuki thought possessively, his heart swelled with affection for her.
Her blue eyes were focused on the task at hand—lips in a concentrated pout. Kiyomi took a generous amount of the thick white substance from the pot and carefully applied it to his scarred palms.
Katsuki bit back a hiss when the coolness of the cream made contact with his burning skin.
This only happened when the pro hero, Dynamight—overused his quick.
His forearms would ache and his arm muscles would feel strained. His hands would sting or burn unbearably; depending on how hard he pushed himself that day.
I wish he told me sooner, Kiyomi felt her heart twinge. I thought we were suppose to tell each other everything.
She felt her the blonde's glare take in every detail of her face like a caress to her cheeks. She was used to his silent admiration, but it still made her blush. She didn't shy away from it like she used to but his gaze still made her heart flutter.
Kiyomi remained silent the whole time.
Katsuki could tell something was wrong.
His sweetheart didn't hum a hymn under her breath.
Kiyomi's face didn't even light up when he asked her to help him.
Katsuki would never admit it but every time she prayed over his hands—he recovered quicker. Whether it was God or his genetics—he didn't know. He thought it was both plus her gentle care. It was odd not hearing his lover mumble a soft prayer.
A melody barely audible played from the speaker in the corner of the living room.
“Kiyo,” Katsuki said, making her pause mid-rub. “Are you mad?”
“No,” she replied softly, lips in a flat line. “I’m sad.”
She didn't look at him because if she did the waterworks would break free at the back of her throat.
Kiyomi didn't want to cry over this.
It felt small.
Yet anyone would be upset if they knew their lover had been enduring pain even for a few hours. Katsuki waited three days until he confessed his hands and arms had been aching unbearably on and off.
It broke Kiyomi’s heart.
Katsuki usually told her if his hands were hurting badly. He was opening up a lot more these days. He allowed her to pamper him on days like this; a rare treat she loved.
Katsuki pulled his scarred hands out of her embrace. The blonde wanted nothing more than to bring wrapped his arms around her. “I should've told you.” Kiyomi felt the warmth of his touch inches away from her skin.
“I know you don't like it when I hide things.” His hands hovered on the sides of her face. Not making contact just hovering—his hands throbbed at the slightest movement. He didn't want to put his medicated hands on her. “I didn't think it was a big deal.”
Kiyomi’s looked away, blinking repeatedly.
“Baby,” Katsuki’s heart stung knowing that he was the reason why his lover was upset. “I'm sorry.”
Baby.
She felt the wind knocked out of her lungs at once.
“Sweetheart,” he purred, lifting up her chin to meet his eyes, those soft—lovesick—red irises she adored. “Talk to me.”
Butterflies invaded her chest, and her heart turned to wax at Katsuki’s sweet. It like honey dripping from the pot making her melt at the spot.
Kiyomi swooned when Katsuki used endearments. It was a good thing she was sitting on the couch because he made her knees weak.
This man is going to kill me one of these days.
“Kat,” Kiyomi grabbed hold of his hand. A dull antiseptic scent mixed with aloe filled her nose—she ignored it and kissed the outside of his palm. “I care about you.”
His face flushed red.
Kiyomi was tickled pink at his reaction.
She loved it when he blushed—it was cute.
He was cute.
“Would you like it if I didn't tell you I was hurting?”
“No,” was his immediate response.
“It's the same for me,” then Kiyomi kissed his forehead, using her thumb to ease his furrowed brows.
She didn't like the sad frown on his lips or that look of self condemnation.
“I don't like it when you're in pain. I know this is new for the both of us but I want you to be honest with me. Even if it seems small. I want to know everything about you. Even the painful parts—especially when you're hurt.”
“I'm sorry,” he said, face falling in realisation. He inched away making space between them. “I don't deserve you. I don't—I've been just me this whole time. I don't want to mess this up.”
“You won't,” Kiyomi said, meeting his gaze with a sharp look. Then she scooted closer and chided him, “And don't talk down at yourself. We'll take it slow. Communication is key, Kat.”
“And I trust that God will lead us,” she said, smiling at last and Katsuki could breathe again.
He loved her.
“Pray for me,” he demanded out of the blue.
Kiyomi’s heart lept at his request.
“For my hands I mean. You didn't this time.”
She loved him.
Her heart did a somersault and she couldn't stop the grin from breaking free.
She was giddy.
Katsuki never outright asked her to pray for him, in any way. She did it on her own accord after asking him each time, and he never minded—he told her, “do whatever you want. ”
God is good.
“Right I forgot,” Kiyomi was so happy she could kiss him, so she did.
A quick peck to the lips and he was steaming at the ears.
Was this the number four hero, Dynamight?
“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” she teased, chuckling at the grimace on his face.
Katsuki didn't know how to receive endearments or gentleness.
Unlike her he didn't soak it up, he fought against it.
He was still learning to express his love, and he did wonderfully.
Better than he thought.
Their personalities were opposites but they complimented each other perfectly.
“Don't pull your face like that, it's not cute,” Kiyomi pinched his cheek and he glared like an angry pomeranian puppy.
“I love you,” she added sweetly.
Kiyomi believed she was his missing rib, and he hers.
“Love you too,” Katsuki grumbled lowly. “Now hurry or I'll change my mind.”
“Bossy,” Kiyomi took his wrist in her small hands and closed her eyes.
“Dear heavenly Father, thank you for keeping us safe throughout this day. Thank you for providing all that we need. Thank you for your love, the blood you shed on the cross for our healing, forgiveness and restoration. Lord God, I pray for Bakugou's hands—in your name I pray for full healing, and restoration. May his pain subside—may you bless his heart and mind with peace in Jesus name. Amen.”
“Amen.”
“Thank you,” Kiyomi said, staring at the blonde with admiration swirling in her blue eyes.
He raised a perfect brow.
“For reminding me to pray.”
“Of course. It's important to you,” Katsuki said easily, and she fell in love with him all the more. “What matters to you matters to me.”
Thank you Jesus. Kiyomi squealed, and threw her arms around him. Her heart felt full. “You make me happy.”
He tenderly traced her cheek with his fingertips. “You make me happy too baby.”
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Originally written in 2nd person (x reader style) rewritten for those who don't read [ x reader.]
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I've recently started writing Christian fanfics (one-shots) of my favourite fandoms. It's been so much fun. All the glory to God for inspiration and guidance.
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