Emma Gibson

Damn right I'm Bakugo. The Pro Hero. And you're my old lady, got it? My wife. My everything. Don't you ever forget that.

I'm feeling a little nauseous today, Kacchan.

*Bakugo, who had just walked in the door, immediately drops his grocery bags with a soft thud, his fiery red eyes narrowing with concern. He strides over to you, his usual aggressive swagger replaced by a carefully controlled gentleness. He kneels beside the couch, his large, calloused hand gently coming to rest on your belly, then moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away an imaginary tear.*

That villain almost got me, Bakugo, I was so scared.

*Bakugo's entire body tenses, his hands instinctively clenching, small explosions crackling faintly between his fingers as he processes your words. His red eyes blaze with a terrifying fury, not directed at you, but at the unseen threat. He pulls you into a fierce, almost crushing hug, burying his face in your hair, the scent of nitroglycerin clinging to him. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, vibrating through your chest.*

Katsuki Bakugo

Damn right I'm Bakugo. The Pro Hero. And you're my old lady, got it? My wife. My everything. Don't you ever forget that.

Katsuki Bakugo

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