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Bakugou isn’t a romantic by any means but he remembers the exact moment he knew that he was in love with you.

At the time, you were just his annoying friend who he met through Kirishima that he had gradually gotten closer to. At first it was just you asking to hang out and getting to know him and Bakugou would passively allow it, you annoyed him much less compared to his other friends. After a few months, he surprised you when he initiated a hang out for once instead of you doing it for the both of you.

“Oh, did my charm finally rub off on you?” you teased.

“You know what? Never fucking mind.”

“No, wait!”

Platonic hang outs eventually led to an actual first date, those dates becoming more frequent until the two of finally made it official, and those frequent dates became routine in your relationship. You’d trade back and forth between each other’s apartments, sometimes you’d be at his and sometimes he’d go to you. He had a designated space in his closet for your things when you’d spend the night and you had cleared out two drawers from your dresser so that he had clothes to wear when he came by.

Some of his hoodies were on hangers in your closet, your favorite pairs of fuzzy socks in his own sock drawer, his favorite black sweatpants in your laundry hamper, a little basket in his bathroom full of tampons and pads for when it was your time of the month, his preferred deodorant in your medicine cabinet, and so on and so forth.

You took his outbursts and attitude in stride, hardly ever taking it personal if he lashed out. Your feelings would be hurt sometimes but you knew that he always came back around and apologized to you. Bakugou likes when you speak your mind and stand your ground, he loves it when you challenge him but loves it even more when the two of you mutually agree on something. Contrary to what people might think about him, he was silly in his own way when it came to your relationship. Not purposefully but doing things that were just in his own typical fashion that it made you laugh.

A year and a half into your relationship with the explosion hero, the two of you were in your apartment and cuddling on the couch with a movie playing on your television. It’s raining outside, the raindrops pattering against the glass of your window. There’s a cup of hot chocolate sitting on your coffee table that Bakugou made for you at your request, you reach for it every so often to take a sip and always offer if he wants to try. He declines every single time until he gets annoyed enough that he says for you to stop pestering him. You mock his annoyed tone and kiss his cheek, giggling when he pinches your arm and tells you to just ‘watch the damn movie woman.’

It’s an action movie that the two of you were watching and it was at the final confrontation between the good guy and bad guy. The film cuts to the scenes involving the other cast to heighten the sense of drama, ultimately focusing on the protagonist and antagonist. They’re charging at each other, each roaring at one another with clenched fists and just as when they meet in the middle-

The power goes out.

The little nightlight thats plugged into the corner goes dark and the digital alarm that’s plugged underneath your tv stand no longer shows the time.

There’s a rumbling outside your window that catches your attention.

You go towards the window and peer out through the glass, watching the heavy rainfall from the haven inside your apartment. The sky is rumbling again and your breath is taken away when thunder booms out loud. Bakugou is at your kitchen, looking for the lighter so he can light the candles around your apartment, grumbling something under his breath but you can’t bring yourself to ask what he’s saying. You’re too fascinated by the weather outside at the moment.

The candles are lit around your apartment, the soft glow providing some illumination in your cozy space. Bakugou comes up behind you and watches the rain with you for a few seconds, his arms coming around your waist and pulling you flush against him. He thinks how warm and how good you feel against him, how you lean into his touch probably without knowing and that you looked so pretty staring out the window.

Bakugou’s hands wander, squeezing your waist and dropping down to grope your ass under the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt. It’s big on you and you’re wearing a thin pair of leggings along with it. He’s about to tell you to follow him to the bedroom, he’s interested in how many times he can make you cum until either the power comes back on or until you pass out from him fucking you too hard.

Instead you wiggle out of his grasp and look back at him, an excited smile on your face.

“You know what’s something I’ve always wanted to do?” you ask.

“What is it?” Bakugou asks back, hoping the answer is going to lead to you being naked in the bedroom.

You go around him and go towards the front door, putting on your flip flops because you can’t be bothered with wearing your regular shoes and then you’re out the door.

“(Name)! What the hell are you doing?” Bakugou asks, putting on his own shoes to chase after you. He can hear you climbing the stairwell and you’re telling him to catch up with you. “(Name), get back here!”

You push the door that exits out of the lobby to your apartment and you run out into the street. The rainfall is heavy and the thunder booms outside, but you stretch your arms out to the sky and scream in excitement as you hear the loud crack of thunder. You look out to Bakugou and tell him to come join you.

Bakugou stands under the awning where the entrance to the lobby is and he’s yelling at you to get out from the rain and join him. “(Name), you’re gonna catch a goddamn cold! Fucking get your ass back over here and back to your apartment!”

You’re shaking your head at him and that stupid smile of yours is still on your face. “Oh come on Katsuki! Haven’t you ever just stood under the rain just because? Or even ran through it before without an umbrella? It’s fun! The rain feels so good!”

“I’ve never stood under the rain ‘just because’ because I’m not an idiot! I’m serious, get over here now!”

“No, come here and kiss me!”

Bakugou blanches at the idea. “Come back to me right here and I’ll kiss you, you idiot.”

You shake your head again, insistent that he come to you. “Come kiss me in the rain Katsuki! It’s romantic! Everything is more romantic in the rain!”

“We’re not in a fucking romance movie, which you know that I hate! Now either get back here or you’re gonna be standing out there by yourself!”

You shrug your shoulders at him just smile at him; you know that Bakugou would never do that to you. He gets pissed off when you call his bluff and this just adds to the pile of memories you already have of similar moments. “Okay, I’ll see you back inside!”

“Goddamn it, get over here woman!”

“Kiss me in the rain like in the movies Katsuki!”

Bakugou sighs to himself, knowing that when you’re insistent on something that sometimes you won’t stop until you get what you want. Sometimes you could be just as stubborn as Bakugou himself, leading to the occasional argument. He knows that this time he’s just going to have to give in. So he steels himself, bracing for the rain that’s gonna soak him the second he steps out from the awning, and he goes straight to you.

He jogs his way over to you, you squeal as he catches you in a hug and he’s quick to give you what you’d been asking for, what you’ve been so insistent on.

Bakugou’s large hand holds the back of your head and cradles you while you have one hand at the nape of his neck and the other at his jawline. Your lips are cold against his and honestly his teeth are chattering from the cold but you wanted a kiss and goddamn it you were going to get it.

Bakugou Katsuki does not do things half assed.

So he imagines that he’s kissing you as if you’re in the bedroom and not in the street while it’s raining hard on the both of you. He kisses you hard, the type that tells you how badly he wants to fuck you without saying anything at all. It’s the type where he knows that by the time he pulls away, you’re breathless and flustered. And that’s what you are when he breaks apart from you and smirks down at you, suddenly so shy all of a sudden.

He pulled the two of you back to your apartment, dripping water the entire way from the lobby to your front door and to the bathroom. Bakugou lectured you about going out into the rain while putting candles in the bathroom and turning on the shower to heat up the water. You’re busy wringing out the water from both your clothes over the sink and half heartedly listening to his lecture.

But under the shower spray, your chest to his as you stand on your tip toes to kiss him, he’s more loving and affectionate until he commands you to get on your knees for him, his hand on the top of your head as you go down on him.

The power still hasn’t come on by night time but you managed to pass the time until it was time to sleep. But Bakugou could only think about how he watched you stand in the rain, how you insisted that he kissed you like in those stupid chick flicks you made him watch sometimes, and how stubborn you were until he gave you what you wanted.

Bakugou thought that if you fell in love with someone, you would know through some obvious, beautiful, or aesthetically pleasing grand moment with a bunch of sparkles that only one person could see. He couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, wet from the rain, the excitement on your face as you stood in the street and laughed in excitement at the thunder above you booming in the dark gray sky.

He knew on that day when you ran out to stand under the rain that he was in love with you.

Four years into your relationship with Bakugou, your separate spaces had finally joined into one. The two of you moved into a house after celebrating three years together and just a few months ago you celebrated both the one year mark having moved in together and and your four year anniversary. No more back and forth or having to coordinate who’s sleeping at which place tonight or having to be forced back at home because you need to do laundry at your own place.

Instead you wake up together, cook together, clean together, do bills together, and you fall asleep together.

Bakugou made you request a whole week off from work and he waited patiently until it got approved so that he could do the same.

“You heard I needed a vacation right? Where are you taking me Katsuki? Show me the plane tickets!”

“There are no plane tickets, woman.”

“Ooh okay… oh, I know! It’s a road trip! You’re going to take me to a cottage in the mountains! Oh… but knowing you, you’re gonna make me work for it like we have to go on a really long hike first before we get to the cottage.”

Damn, that was actually a good idea. He probably should have thought of that… No, no changing plans. He is absolutely set on what he’s going to do and where he’s going to do it.

No, he just simply wanted to stay at home with you. No needing to get up for work and wait for the other to come home or anything like that. For a whole seven days straight, you and Bakugou will do as you please without having to worry about the obligations of your jobs. You would need it anyway because he could imagine the two of you celebrating until you’d return to work with a surprise for all your coworkers.

The first day of your vacation together, the two of you just slept in even though Bakugou was not the sleeping in kind of person. With you though, he would happily be lazy for just a little bit. And by the time the two of you do actually wake up together, both of your bodies don’t leave the bed for a while. You fuck a good couple of times; you ride him, in missionary, on your side, in his lap, and back to riding him because goddamn he loves seeing you on top. Your room reeks of sex and sweat by the time you’re finished and you air it out as Bakugou prepares the shower.

By the time the both of you emerge from cleaning up and are back inside your room, you look out the window and comment on how gray the sky is. “I hear it’s supposed to rain all week. Good thing too, I’m way too lazy to water the plants outside.”

“Not like you really did it in the first place, I always have to do it for you.” Bakugou says as he walks behind you to get to his underwear drawer, but not before swatting your ass on the way and making you whine at him because your ass is already bruised and sore.

The second day, Katsuki lets you sleep in this time while he gets up to make breakfast. He’s checking the weather report on television and it’s exactly what you said. It’s going to be raining for the next few days, even past when your week off ends. It changes nothing in his plans for the week though and while he’s scrambling your eggs, he’s thinking of what’s going to be on the menu for dinner tomorrow.

Tomorrow… he thinks and he stops himself from smiling when he hears you come down the stairs.

“Katsuki? You making eggs? I can make some waffles, where’s the iron?” you ask when you come into the kitchen. You’re wearing one of his shirts again, panties coming into view when you stretch your arms above your head briefly and fuzzy socks on your feet. You walk behind him and you caress your fingers across his shoulders as you pass by.

It’s just meant to be a passing and loving gesture, but it stirs something inside Bakugou. He shuts off the gas to the stove and approaches you, whisking you towards the little kitchenette table and hoisting you on the surface of it before spreading your legs and sinking down to his knees. He feasts on you first, his head between your legs as you clutch onto his ash blonde hair and chant his name to the ceiling. The smell of eggs is still present in your kitchen but it’s not exactly a sexy smell when you and Bakugou fuck on the little kitchenette table.

You and Bakugou enjoy eggs and a warm bowl of oatmeal with a side of fruit afterwards, no waffles because you were too tired to make the batter.

The rain outside is on and off. When the rain takes a break, you go outside and to take in fresh air and inhale the smell of rain. Sometimes Bakugou joins you, but not without making you wear a sweater or at least put a blanket around your shoulders first. You talk about work, new recipes you were thinking about trying, an interesting article that you read not too long ago, and whatever else comes to mind. And when it rains, you scurry back inside and scroll through your phone until you get bored again.

It’s getting close to seven, and you and Bakugou are fucking… again.

This time on the couch while a random television sitcom plays in the background. The dialogue of the characters registers through your ears but you’re not paying attention to the banter nor the recorded tv laughter. Not while Bakugou is sensually moving his hips into you and you sigh when his hands hold your waist, lifting you up slightly to make you arch your back off the couch. It’s a slightly different angle in the way he holds you and how his cock fucks you that you can’t help but cry out loud to him. You clutch his strong shoulders and pull Bakugou down to you to kiss him.

Except Bakugou’s not in the mood to kiss you; instead he ducks his head down to bite at your neck. His canines bite down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, it’s a pleasant sting that cuts through the overwhelming pleasure that’s being given to you. In turn you drag your nails down his back slowly and you feel his chest rumble when he groans above you.

“Fuck baby…” you groan. “You fuck me so good…”

“Yeah? You like this cock?” Bakugou joins you in the dirty talk, not even trying to hide how prideful he is. He knows that he’s the best you’ve ever had, you’ve voiced it to him multiple times at this point in your relationship. “Tell me you like this cock, come on. Be good for me and tell you me how good this cock makes you feel.”

“I love this cock.” you declare to your boyfriend. You emphasize your statement by clenching around Bakugou’s cock right as he thrusts into you balls deep. “Never had dick this good until you came along Katsuki. I love getting on my knees for you so you can fuck my face, making me choke on that cock of yours.”

You decide to drive it home with the words that you know make him lose it ever single time.

“Tear me up Katsuki, fucking make me a wreck on that big cock.”

It does him in and he’s fucking you with so much vigor that the couch is scraping against the hardwood floor. He thrusts hard and fast into your pussy, practically animalistic and it makes you a mess beneath him. You’re gushing for him, practically soaking him and you know that it’s leaking onto the couch, you’ll find a wet spot for sure.

“God…! Fucking hell, I’m fucking cumming!” you cry out.

“Tell me you want me to cum in you, tell me you want me to cum in your pussy.” Bakugou grunts out, his hips are losing its rhythm but he’s fucking you so good you don’t register his command through your mind immediately; he’s fucking your brains out. He gives a firm slap to your cheek when you don’t comply right away. “Fucking say it!”

You cup his face with your hands and bring him down to look you in the eye. “Cum in me baby, please cum in me. Fucking flood this little pussy with your cum and fill me up! Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me-“

Bakugou thrusts hard into you one last time, a drawn out guttural groan from his throat that makes you quiver around him. His head is thrown back as he cums in you, his cock pulsing as he fills you up. Your eyes are drawn to a single drop of sweat rolling down his chest, firm pectorals that make your mouth water. You want him to stay inside you a little longer and you’re about to ask to cockwarm him for a while but the doorbell rings throughout the house.

“Shit, someone is here. Katsuki, get out of me.” you tell your boyfriend, trying to push him out of you. Instead he pushes deeper into you and you moan.

“Who gives a shit, leave them at the door.” Bakugou grunts.

The doorbell rings again along with a knock on the front door, accompanied by a familiar voice. “Bakubro! (Name)! You guys home?”

You sit up at the sound of Kirishima’s voice, panicking to fix yourself up so that you look presentable. “Katsuki! Kiri’s here! You need to get out of me!”

Bakugou rolls his eyes at you but pushes your legs up to your chest. “I’m gonna pull out so don’t spill fucking drop.”

“Can you at least get a cum rag?”

“Fine, fine…”

Another knock on the door.

Your face heats up but Bakugou couldn’t care less.

“Give us a minute, Shitty Hair!”

“Alright!”

Bakugou pulls out and you clench the best you can to keep too much cum from spilling out. He’s quick to swipe his underwear off the floor and wipe down your pussy of the excess cum that’s spilled out of you. You ask if he wants you to get a new pair of underwear for him but he declines, going commando as he pulls on his favorite pair of black sweats and a black tank top. You scramble for your own clothes, hastily pulling on your panties and tugging your shirt over your head. “Don’t open the door yet!”

You quickly throw Bakugou’s soiled underwear into the laundry hamper, throw on some pajama bottoms and smooth down your hair the best you can. Bakugou is patiently waiting by the front door and waiting for your signal to let Kirishima in. You toss the throw blanket over the wet spot where you had cum on the couch, open the windows and light the scented candles to try to air out the smell of sex from the living room.

“Okay, we’re good.”

Bakugou opens the door and lets Kirishima in, walking straight into the living room where you sit too stiff on the couch.

“Don’t bother acting so stiff, pumpkin. Kirishima knows we just fucked.” Bakugou says as he makes his way to the kitchen, but not before moving the couch back into its rightful place.

Kirishima laughs sheepishly but has the good grace to not say anything.

Thankfully Bakugou directs everyone to sit at the kitchenette table and goes to make hot chocolate at your request. So you sit and chat with Kirishima, he’s catching you up with what’s been going on with him like new restaurants he’s tried and how his family is doing. You can’t help but notice how his eyes are drifting down to your hands that are resting on the surface of the table but decide to not comment on it, thinking that it’s nothing. You listen attentively but once you catch sight of Bakugou coming with two mugs, you turn excitedly to him and start making grabby hands towards the drinks.

He sets your mug down in front of you and tells you to wait a little bit since the drink is still hot. You thank him with a kiss to his cheek and notice how he topped your drink with whip cream but Kirishima’s is plain.

“Hey! (Name) gets whip cream on her hot chocolate but not me?” Kirishima complains, looking sadly at his own cup compared to yours. “I thought we were friends…”

“You want some?” Bakugou asks.

Kirishima nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining bright at how Bakugou is treating him like a decent friend for once!

“Go fucking get it yourself then Shitty Hair.”

Or not.

You giggle and offer to get it but Bakugou plants a hand on your shoulder and keeps you in your seat. You try to switch your mugs with Kirishima because you can see that he really wants whip cream on his hot chocolate but your boyfriend is quick to switch mugs again.

“Oi, only (Name) gets special treatment in this house. Drink your hot chocolate, you’re lucky you even got one in the first place.” Bakugou snaps as he plops down in the seat next to you. He was always sweet in his own way, even at his own friends expense sometimes. It felt nice to know that your boyfriend really did reserve certain treatments for you and it brought a smile to your face.

Leaning your head on Bakugou’s shoulder, you coo at him to embarrass him in front of Kirishima and he bares his teeth at you. “My boyfriend really does love me, don’t you see it Kiri?” you tease. You expect Kirishima to help in teasing Bakugou but when you look to him, he’s actually got tears in his eyes and a strained smile on his face. It gets you concerned and you ask what’s wrong.

“Nothing, it’s just… you and Bakugou are so good together. You’ve really changed his life and I can see you two being together forever. I’m happy that you guys make each other happy and I hope you guys-“ Kirishima starts to tearfully make a speech but is cut short. He yelps and the table bumps up briefly, surprising you and making you look at Bakugou. You know that he kicked Kirishima underneath the table but there’s a certain look in your boyfriend’s red eyes that stops you. It’s not his regular agitation but instead you can see that his eyes are threatening your red-haired friend without words.

Or maybe you’re just overthinking his expression.

Either way, Kirishima sheepishly laughs and apologizes, “Sorry for getting so cheesy on you (Name). I really did mean it though, when I said I can see you guys being together forever.”

You smile at Kirishima and snuggle against Bakugou’s side, humming when his strong arm comes around your shoulders and he pulls you close. “Aww Kiri, I love you so much for saying that. You definitely earned some whip cream for your hot chocolate!”

Bakugou lets you go to fetch the whip cream from the fridge and you don’t see how he makes a strangling motion towards Kirishima, who only mouths ‘sorry’ and straightens himself when you return with the whip cream canister.

Kirishima doesn’t stay long, an hour at the most, and you wave at him as he pulls out of your driveway. You ask him to text you when he gets back to his apartment so that you know that he made it back safely. The rain has stopped for now but you saw on the weather report that it was going to rain even harder tomorrow, even the possibility of a thunderstorm. But you stare out at the street, admiring the puddles of water on the concrete and thinking how good it is that the flower bushes at the front of your home are getting plenty of hydration. Bakugou calls you to get back inside the house and you obey without complaint.

Your third day of your week off doesn’t start off with sex surprisingly. You wake Bakugou up with a steamy make out, sitting in his lap as his hands go under your shirt but he actually restrains himself from going any further which surprises you. Usually Bakugou is rearing to go, if not at least getting or giving oral sex to tide him over. You ask why and he answers that he wants to save all his energy for his workout.

“You’re going to the gym?” you ask as he takes you off his lap and goes toward his side of the dresser.

“Just some calisthenics for today. Been doing too much cardio lately.” Bakugou smirks back at you before switching into workout gear. “Where’s my workout stuff again?”

“I moved them into the garage, next to the toolbox. You’ll see them.”

You stay in the bedroom and just stream tv shows on your phone, read the news and answer the occasional text message that you get. Every once in a while the whole house thumps and shakes, sometimes rhythmically before it stops and then starts again. It’s just Bakugou doing his home workout routine and as long as you don’t hear anything unusual and he airs out the room after he’s finished, that’s all that matters to you.

After an hour, you’re making the bed as Bakugou walks back into the bedroom. His shirt is off, hanging off his shoulder and he wipes the sweat from his brow. Your eyes wander down his firm and well developed body as he walks past you, thinking for a moment that you want to jump his bones but then think against it when you smell how sweaty he is, despite the slight sweet scent that comes along with it because of his quirk. You gag and tell him to hop his hot headed self into the shower while you fold the laundry.

The laundry is folded and put into their designated drawers by the time Bakugou is out of the shower. He’s put on a long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans when he emerges into the living room. You’re sitting at the bay window and looking out again, commenting about when the thunderstorm is supposed to come. It’s been light showers so far, light enough that you can have the window open without Bakugou complaining to you about rain water coming into the house.

“Let’s go to the store.” Bakugou states as he comes up behind you.

Looking back at him, you blink up at your boyfriend curiously. As far as you can remember, there wasn’t anything in your kitchen that you were lacking in like your meats and vegetables. And you know that whenever Bakugou says that he’s going to the store, it’s certainly not for leisure. “What do we need to get? Paper towels? Detergent?”

“I just feel like getting ingredients to make something different for dinner tonight. Now come on, put your coat on and I already got your boots out from the closet.”

You throw on your raincoat and push your feet into your boots, going towards the garage where Bakugou is already waiting in the driver’s seat. The radio plays a station of the current trending hits with commercial breaks in between. The radio host gives an update on the traffic and weather report, encouraging all drivers on the road to be safe later on as the rainfall will get heavier as the day passes on. The rain has gotten a little heavier during the day but it’s not the storm that’s about to happen later on.

Bakugou grabs a cart as the two of you enter the grocery store. He’s walking through the aisles with intention, not looking at any other sections. But just because he’s not wandering through the store doesn’t mean that you are too, looking to see if might want to try some new snack or buy a new shampoo and conditioner set just because you’re curious about the smell. You convince him with a pout and a couple of kisses when you find a few things you want to try, dropping them into the cart and then heading towards checkout.

“Alright, we’re going to get home and we’re going straight to cooking.” Bakugou states as the two of you get into the car as soon as the groceries are in the trunk and the shopping cart is returned to the store.

“Huh? I thought you were cooking?” you asked as you pulled your seatbelt across your body.

Bakugou scoffs as he starts the car and drives out of the parking lot. “No, we’re cooking (Name). I’m not your goddamned personal chef.”

“But it’s your recipe, you’re just gonna yell at me if I don’t do something right. Remember the last time with the muffins?”

“Look, I won’t yell at you this time babe. Promise.”

“You really promise?”

Bakugou sticks out his pinky, keeping his other hand on the wheel and his eyes on the road.

“Okay, I’m trusting this pinky promise. You initiated it so that means you can’t break it, understand?”

“Yeah, yeah, just fucking cook with me. I’m not going to yell like last time.”

He makes good on his promise, keeping his temper in check as the two of you work with and around each other in the kitchen. You know that when you’re in the kitchen with Bakugou, things are going to be done his way and that there was hardly any room for argument. If you cooked, he stayed out of your way and vice versa. The food starts to come together and you comment on how good it smells, you’re ready to cook more but then you’re told to go wash up for dinner.

“Just get your ass to the shower and wash up. Everything will be ready and plated by the time you’re done… and don’t take too long! We didn’t work this hard just for the food to go cold.”

“We could-”

“Wash up, now.”

You fake pout at your boyfriend, lowering your head down and shuffle your feet in faux dejection. Bakugou swats your ass and you shriek playfully, doing as told by your loving boyfriend. You just do a quick rinse, just washing your body and face. You already washed your hair the other day anyway so you didn’t see the point of doing it too soon, though you did sniff it for good measure just to be sure. You towel yourself down and rub your favorite lotion into your skin, actually glad that Bakugou had ordered you to clean up a little because now you felt refreshed. You wear just a towel when you enter the bedroom and find a dress laid down on the surface of the bed, figuring that your boyfriend must have put it out for you.

It’s a dress that you bought a while back but never really got around to wearing it, so it just stayed hung up in your closet. It’s a little too nice to wear at home but not quite something you would wear out either. The style is almost like a babydoll, though there’s no lace and there’s nothing sheer about it, it’s almost like a plain dress except not… Gah why did you buy this thing in the first place?

You decide to shrug it off and hang the towel up to put on the dress, admiring the material against your skin. It looks nice on you as you admire it in the reflection of the mirror. Originally you were just gonna go downstairs with a naked face but after looking at yourself wearing the dress, you decide that you would put some make up on. Not a full face, just a bit blush on your cheeks, put on a bit of highlighter, maybe tweeze your brows a bit and put on a nice lipstick… wait, lipgloss… ah but you love this shade of lipstick… lipgloss?

Maybe a tinted chapstick to settle?

You make your decision because you remember that Bakugou told you not to take too long and you don’t want to experience his wrath.

Unless his wrath includes stuffing you with his cock.

Nah you’re hungry, you just want to eat.

You make your way to the living room with your phone in hand, looking down at some of your friend’s social media feeds. You’re about to show Bakugou a meme one of your friends just shared but when you look at the living room, your breath is taken away. The furniture is moved away further than usual, the coffee table that usually was the center of the room pushed to the nearby wall. Instead what lies in the center is the food that you and Bakugou cooked together, floor pillows to sit comfortably on, a bottle of wine with two glasses beside it, candles lit around the room and flower petals surrounding the arrangement. Hell, there’s even music playing from the record player you bought impulsively. Bakugou didn’t like it at first but he must be thinking differently since he’s using it now, choosing one of your smooth jazz vinyls that you thrifted.

Putting your phone up, you start recording the scene and comment on how romantic it was to stumble upon it. Bakugou emerges from the kitchen and frowns when you pan the camera up to him, flipping it off just as soon as you decide to zoom in on him. You stop recording and look over the video, smiling down at it. And just as you’re about to share it…

“Babe, do me a favor and just… don’t post that video okay? I don’t want anything to distract us.”

You supposed there was nothing wrong with his request but you did save the recorded video; you could post it later on or the next morning. So you set your phone on the pushed aside coffee table and approach Bakugou, his arms loosely coming around your waist and he kisses the top of your head. You can smell his cologne and vaguely think that you probably should have put on perfume instead of slapping on some scented lotion. “This is quite romantic of you Katsuki, you trying to seduce me or something?”

“I just want to have a nice meal with you.” he mutters, his hands squeezing your waist and smoothing down the back of your dress.

“The candles? You know that we can just turn on the lamps and it’s not even that dark out yet, it’s barely four in the afternoon.”

“It looks nicer with the candles, alright?”

“The flower petals… are those the ones from the bushes outside?”

“Yes, they are. Now sit down, I told you that we’re not going to eat this food cold.”

The promised heavy rainfall is just right outside your window but it adds a nice touch to your meal with your boyfriend, making the ambiance just a bit more romantic. The floor cushion is comfortable as you sit your bottom on the plush material, admiring the set up that Bakugou took his time to do. You sip from the wine glass he’s poured for you and himself, humming in delight when you try the food the two of you made together, and in between you just listen to the music. You and Bakugou make light conversation in between bites of your food or sips of wine when you hear the rumbling outside.

Your eyes are drawn to the window just as there is a boom of thunder outside.

“Wow, a thunderstorm.” you comment as you take a sip of your wine. “I don’t think the weather said anything about one today, just said that there was going to be a lot of rain.”

Bakugou hums in acknowledgement, polishing off his glass before he clears his throat to get your attention. “(Name), there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

You look over at your boyfriend, tilting your head to the side in question. “Sure, go ahead Katsuki.”

“I just… well, you know I love you and I know it took me a while to tell you. I just never told you about when I fell in love with you, when I knew that I loved you.”

A endeared smile comes onto your face and you give your attention to your boyfriend. Bakugou wasn’t the type to be into too much PDA or even grand gestures of love or adoration, even though he was quite vocal about other things like being the number one hero or just straight up threatening to kill villains (or even his own friends). So to exclusively be showered in his particular type of affection and to get special treatment that he never gave to others always brought a smile to your face. To be honest you had feared falling in love with Bakugou at first but you took a leap of faith and he had not only caught you, he’d been carrying you ever since.

“I remember thinking for a while when we were only a year into seeing other each that I might love you but I still wasn’t sure at the time. I just know that in the sea of fuck ass idiots out there that we found each other and that I wanted to keep you around me more than anybody else I had ever met. You were that annoying extra my friend introduced me to who became my annoying friend and then you eventually became my not-as-annoying-as-I-thought girlfriend. I fucking liked you a lot but I knew I loved you when-”

There’s a large boom of thunder outside your house, so loud that you even feel it inside the house.

You look back at where a digital clock is plugged in by the television, seeing that it’s dark and not displaying the time.

“Power is out.” you state. “Wonder if it’s going to come back on anytime soon.”

“Hm… actually, this reminds me of when you ran out that one time into the rain. Kept on asking me to kiss you like in those stupid romance movies you like.” Bakugou reminds you, his fingers tapping on his knee but you’ve yet to notice the usual action from him.

“Yeah… you’re right.”

“You remember that day?”

“Yup, I do. In fact…” you stand up from the floor pillow and grin down at your boyfriend. “Let’s recreate the memory.”

You’re dashing out the door before Bakugou could even stand up from his own pillow.

“Fucking damn it, (Name)!”

You rush out the front door without even wearing any shoes and stand in the street, arms out to the sky just as thunder cracks above you. Bakugou’s breath is taken away as he looks at you from the porch of your home, reliving the memory of that day he knew one hundred percent that he was in love with you. You even have that same exact smile on your face and wave to him to come to you and to kiss you just like that day.

He looks at you and he’s about to tell you to come to him instead. Yet as he looks at you and is reminded of that day you first ran out into the rain, he thinks instead that this is fate. So just like that same day, he braces himself for the rainfall as he jogs out to join you in the rain. He approaches and stands right in front of you, his body already shivering but he ignores it because damn it he needs to do this!

“(Name), that day that you ran out to stand in the rain like an idiot… I knew that I loved you. And I mean actually fucking one hundred percent knew.” Bakugou starts speaking, memorizing every detail on your face and the exact expressions you make because he wants to get every detail right for when he tells his future kids this story when they ask, the kids that he knows that he’s going to have with you. He won’t half ass telling the story about this moment in the future because it’s one the most important events that’s going to happen in his life, better than getting his Hero license, better than when he broke into the Top Ten Hero rankings and he knows that it will still be the best thing to happen to him when he finally achieves his dream of being the Number One Hero.

Nothing could top this moment.

You’re looking up at him, so awestruck that Bakugou wonders if you know that you look at him with so much love the way he does with you. “Katsuki… I-”

“Let me finish woman. I never doubted loving you. Not once, not even during our worst and shittiest fights or when we would ignore each other because we were so pissed off. And well, fucking shit, I was hoping to do this inside where it’s dry and I spent all that time planning and making the living room look like straight out of your stupid chick flicks but I guess you said that everything is more romantic in the rain so…”

Bakugou reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little blue, velvet box in the palm of his hand.

Your breath shudders and it’s not because your body is cold from standing outside. Your eyes look into red ones before looking back down at the box, putting your hands over the box as a shield from the rain to keep it, and what you know is inside, from getting wet.

Bakugou drops down to one knee and your hands still hover over the box as he opens it, revealing the diamond ring inside.

“(Name), marry me.”

Your voice is caught in your throat at first, your mouth opening and closing in surprise. You bite your bottom lip as tears of happiness slip from your cheeks, not that Bakugou would be able to discern your tears from the rain also falling onto your face. So you shakily nod your head and try to get your voice to work because you know that he needs to hear it too.

“Yes! Yes! I’m going to marry you!” you finally say as the happiest smile comes onto your face. “I’m going to marry the fuck out of you Bakugou Katsuki!”

You wonder if your neighbors can hear what just happened or if any of them happen to be peering out the windows to see the crazy couple standing outside in the middle of a thunderstorm. But who cares if they think you’re crazy, who cares if any of them were watching or if no one saw at all!

Bakugou just asked to marry you!

You had never felt this giddy before in your life!

Bakugou slips the ring onto your finger and you gasp down at it; it looked beautiful inside it’s box but even more so on your ring finger. You laugh in excitement looking at the ring before jumping into your boyfriend’s… fiancé’s arms. He swings you around briefly and he holds you tight, your arms coming around his neck and hugging him back. He pumps a fist in the air as if this was the biggest win in his entire life, hell it is the biggest win in his entire life!

“She fucking said yes! She said yes! (Name)’s my fucking fiancée!” he cheered.

You pull back to smile at Bakugou and jump in happiness in his arms. “I’m going to marry you Katsuki!”

“Fuck yeah you are baby.” Bakugou affirms with that cocky smirk of his before cupping your face in his large hands and kissing you. It’s a tender kiss at first, the most gentle and heartwarming kiss he’s ever given to you so much so that your heart skips a beat. But tender and sweet shifts into passionate and heated, kissing each other with more need than ever before in your entire relationship. His hands are groping you and you want to tug his shirt off, but the boom of thunder reminds you where you are so the two of you rush back inside the safety of your home.

There’s a water trail from the front door through your bedroom to your en suite. Bakugou is prepping the bath and placing candles around it while you wring out the water from his clothes and yours over the sink. The water sloshes in the tub as you sit in his lap, his hands holding your hips as you fuck yourself on his cock. Red eyes are drawn to your left hand as you touch yourself before him, his eyes set on the glittering diamond that sits on your left ring finger. Bakugou reaches forward to squeeze your breasts in his large hands, groaning as you put your own hands over his and grind your hips against his own.

He can’t stop looking at the ring, not even noticing at first when the power comes back on inside the house.

But he can’t help staring at you and how happy you are, smiling at the engagement ring as you sit in the living room with him. The furniture is put back into place, the food put into containers, the wine put away, dishes cleaned, and the living room is back to what it was. The both of you are dry, in clean clothes sitting on the couch, and watching television together. Well the tv show is more or less playing for background noise; Bakugou is watching you as you stare happily at your engagement ring.

“How long have you been planning this?” you ask when you finally put your hand down and look at Bakugou.

“Was thinking about asking for a good couple of months, just wanted to find the right time to do it.” he answered as he put his arm around your shoulder to pull you close to him.

“So… does that mean that you were literally waiting for the weather report to see if we were gonna have a thunderstorm to propose?”

Bakugou says nothing.

“Oh my god! Katsuki, you are a romantic!”

He scoffs and playfully pushes your head away from him. “No I’m not. Just because I was planning to propose to you centered around the memory of when I fell in love with you and waiting around for the weather to recreate the memory doesn’t make me a romantic.”

“… Yeah, you’re right. It just means you love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You relax into his arms for a few second before realizing something. “Wait, so when Kiri came by and was getting all emotional, talking about how he sees us being together forever…?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and combs a hand through his hair. “He knew that I was planning on proposing this week, I just didn’t tell him when. Stupid fucker started spouting all that shit, I thought he was going to spoil the proposal. I would have gladly murdered him if that’s what it would take to have kept it a surprise from you.”

It made sense now why Kirishima was acting the way he was and how he kept on looking down at your hands when he came by to visit. He was in anticipation of his best friend proposing to you. What a sweetheart, you definitely would have to give him a cake or something sweet in return for believing in you and Bakugou; he was the one who introduced the two of you after all.

You wanted to tell everyone you knew the good news, but at the same time once it was out, everyone would be in your business and questioning the wedding plans you’ve yet to make. What kind of wedding you’d have, the dress you wanted, the flowers, the food, all that other wedding stuff. You’d just surprise everyone once they saw you the next time, just some peace before the excitement of the news dropped on everyone.

In the meantime, you and Bakugou would sit at the windowsill and look at the rain together. And any other time it rains hard or there’s thunder in the sky, you’d always remember the most romantic gesture Bakugou had ever done for you… even if he still insisted that he wasn’t a romantic.