You and Bakugo knew each-other your whole lives. Literally. Your parents were friends in high-school and became friends and both gotten pregnant around the same time just to have kids that are best friends.

You were the only person Bakugo opened up to truly, he ran to you in his darkest and lightest moments. He trusted you with his secrets and his life.

You both always had sleepovers and when not together you would stay up on FaceTime laughing at stupid topics. That was 5 years ago when you both were dating.

Nows a little different, you both were married and live together.

Yesterday you both had a little disagreement, not too big to call an argument but it still angered you both, causing you both to ignore each-other for a while.

Today you came home from patrolling and saw him in the couch, your eyes rolled as a scoff left your mouth at him being lazy, not even bothering to hug you or say hello as you arrive home from work. You walk to the bedroom and change out of your suit and you grab some comfortable clothes, a plain loose black off the shoulder long sweater with dolphin shorts. You take a shower before relaxing in bed for a while. A while later you glance over at the time and groan as you see its around the time to start cooking dinner. In a slow motion you pull back the covers and slip out of bed, walking to the kitchen. You glance to Bakugo who’s standing and walking to the bedroom, not saying a word. You feel a sharp pain in your heart and you open your mouth to speak, to say something, but nothing comes out… You sigh as you realize its too late to talk, he’s already in the room and most likely cant hear you at all.

After a while of cooking dinner you hear a soft click of the bedroom door upstairs and you hear soft thuds against the stairs as he makes his way closer to you. You glance over to see him next to you before dropping to his knees and rubbing his hands up and down your leg, whispering on and on about how sorry he is about the disagreement and how much he loves you and would hate to lose you. Your eyes widen as you look down at him and feel a sudden heat rush up your face as it flushes your cheeks. Your hands drop from the stove to his head, threading your fingers through his blonde hair before running your hand down his cheek and softly gripping his chin and lifting his gaze up to meet yours, your thumb caressing his bottom lip softly. You look down at him and admire how needy and soft he looks on his knees in front of you to apologize. His hands still running up and down your leg before wrapping his arms around your leg and pulling you closer. He brings his face more towards your thigh before placing soft pecks on them, his gaze still locked with yours.