━━ ✦ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ (ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ)
He’s tying together the pieces, the secret words and hidden touches, that all lead back to you. It is everything he knows, everything he does not, everything that he will. Whisked away in an inevitable conclusion, he lives his life in ways new, carries a heavy weight inside his chest; and with each moment he spends with you, he engraves it with a name called love.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ✦ bakugou katsuki x reader
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ✦ fluff, fluff, fluff, angst
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ✦ none, unless fluff & angst are bad ♡
ᴡ.ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ✦ 5114
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ·s ɴᴏᴛᴇ ✦ tbh i didn’t have anything planned to post for bakugou’s 4/20 because i’m mentally rotting & trying so hard not to fall apart LMAO with my pea-sized brain, i’ve only been able to keep my focus on a different piece, which i may start sneak peeks soon!! sadly, my brain wouldn’t let me know true peace until i wrote for him. while working on this, i sort of imagined it to be in the same universe as another story. somewhere during and somewhere after. in a way, an unintentional-intentional sequel? side story? but, anyway, another full circle! & here’s to another year! happy birthday to my love above all loves, katsuki ♡
He wonders if there would be a moment you will wake up alone, thinking about him, needing him; bedsheets cold and foreign, bones in your fingers aching as they touch the space beside you, and nothing but this is not home screams in every corner of your mind.
He wonders if you would ever look at him with the same flame in your eyes, the very one that burns his heart into black smoke and ashes, takes all the little remains, and restores them whole again only to repeat and repeat in a vicious cycle. He will not stop the fire because he has forced himself to add more fuel, consumes it every day as if it is a drug, replenishable, unbearably addictive.
He wonders if kissing you would turn your world into a ticking time bomb; when his lips collide with yours, the oxygen in your lungs disappears, robbing you of the sanctuary of breathing, and all you know reaches that inevitable explosion. You, like stardust, float through the orbit in his universe.
He wonders if he would be the one to make you question reality; have you fall, fall, fall deeply into the being that he is and struggle to taste the air in the way that he does, mouthing in broken inhales and exhales I want you, I want you, I want all of you. He finds great delight in the prospect of you denying everything good, everything you crave and hope for because he is and will never be that. His tongue is far from sweet, words like fangs and claws that may leave you red, raw, and bruised. He does not desire to be the perfect, soft-spoken embodiment of love you envision. He aspires to be the love that will suffocate you in soul-shaking hunger, the love that will not sing lullabies and cradle you in your sleep, but the love that will invade the private solar system inside your head and keep you awake at night.