you don’t even get a chance to put your bag down before bakugo is yanking you into his arms, grumbling something about how damn long you kept him waiting.
“katsuki—”
“shut up,” he mumbles, already burying his face into your shoulder. “just lemme have this.”
you sigh, but it’s hard to be exasperated when he’s clinging to you like this—arms tight around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt like you might disappear if he lets go.
“you’re so needy,” you tease, running your fingers through his hair.
he grunts. “so what?”
you laugh softly. “so nothing. it’s cute.”
his grip tightens. “ain’t cute.”
you can feel how warm his face gets, even if he’s trying to hide it against your neck. his breath is warm, sending a little shiver down your spine when he mutters, “kiss me.”
you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.
he tenses. then pulls back just enough to glare at you. “babe. a real one.”
before you can even think about teasing him again, he’s already moving—cupping your face, leaning in, kissing you slow and deep like he’s making up for lost time.
when he finally pulls away, he stays close, forehead resting against yours. “missed you,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.
your heart melts. “i was only gone for a few hours.”
“too long.” he huffs, dragging you toward the couch. “now shut up and cuddle me.”