Birthday Wish
↝ Having a pro hero boyfriend has its perks but when Bakugou isn’t able to spend time with you on your birthday, you can’t help but feel neglected.
⋆ PAIRING: prohero!bakugou x fem!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, fluff, a teeny tiny piece of angst if you look hard enough
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1614
A/N: here’s another piece for the @bnhabookclub bingo event! Thank you to @xtsundere-princess for requesting Bakugou for this prompt and happy belated birthday! I always love your feedback that you give, it always warms my heart. I hope you enjoyed this and had a wonderful birthday! :)
Credits to @eraserhead-transparents for the transparent Bakugou in my edit!
If anyone had told you that you would be in a committed relationship with one of the top heroes in the world, you would never believe them. But here you were, heavily involved with a man you loved wholeheartedly and had no intention of letting go so long as you lived.
Being a pro hero was no easy feat as it took hours and hours of daily dedication and hard work. Having an occupation that wasn’t centered around heroism, it made things difficult for you and Bakugou at times. You tried your best to be as understanding as you could, seeing how Bakugou put his all into his job especially when several news outlets would cover stories based on his heroic deeds on a daily basis.
But at times you felt lonely, like you were the only one putting so much effort into your relationship.
You woke up on that particular day, springing upwards in your bed excitedly. It wasn’t like any other day; today was your birthday.
You turned over, expecting to be greeted by Bakugou’s sleepy expression but your face fell at the sight of the empty sheets. A sigh escaped your lips as you reached over and grabbed the note that was left on the nightstand. “Had to get up early for patrol. I’ll see you at dinner.”
You tossed it back onto the table, begrudgingly getting up to get ready. You told yourself that it was fine, that Bakugou saving innocent civilians was more important than spending time with you on your special day. But deep down you felt a twinge of disappointment.
You shook your head, wanting to get rid of any negative thoughts flooding your head. “No, Y/N, it’s time to be positive today!”
With that in mind, you happily got ready, blasting your favorite songs while grinning and replying to the numerous birthday messages you got from your friends. Even Bakugou’s friends and coworkers wished you a happy birthday, offering to pay for dinner which you were thankful for.
Out of all his friends, you were closest to Ashido Mina, smiling widely when she decided to call you. “Hello?”
“Happy birthday!” Mina exclaimed through the other line. “What are you, like 60 now?”
“Haha, very funny,” you said sarcastically, earning yourself a chuckle from Mina.
“What’re you planning on doing? Is Bakugou taking you somewhere fancy?”
“I’m not sure,” you said, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “He got called to patrol real early this morning so I didn’t see him.”
“Aw, that sucks! I’m sure he’ll make it up to you later though.” Mina paused for a second, talking to someone in the background. “That was my manager. I’ve gotta head out. But I hope you have a great day, Y/N!”
“Thanks, Mina. I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up and you tossed your phone into your bag, grabbing your coat and keys, heading to work.
It’s gonna be a good day… it will be a good day.
You were pleasantly surprised by how welcoming your coworkers were on your special day, numerous people wishing you a happy birthday. Even your boss was exceptionally kind to you. The whole day you felt surrounded and flooded with feelings of love and support, overjoyed with how kind everyone was.
But there was still something missing.
It was like everything other than the fact that Bakugou hadn’t acknowledged your birthday was perfect. There wasn’t even any traffic as you made your way back to your apartment. But it still didn’t feel right, not to hear even a “happy birthday” from your boyfriend.
As you stopped at a red light, you practically jumped over to grab your phone from the cupholder once Bakugou’s name popped up in your notifications. Cautious to not be caught on your phone while driving, even though you were at a red light, you quickly swiped at the text message, eager to see his message.
But you felt your hopes get crushed as you frowned at the message. “I’m sorry, babe, I’m stuck at the office. Don’t worry about dinner for me.” was all that it read. You threw your phone to the passenger seat, agitated even more by the sound of the car behind you honking impatiently.
The day was almost over and you weren’t able to spend it with the one person you loved the most. You didn’t want to overreact but Bakugou meant so much to you and for once you wanted to spend the night with him and not worry about his agency pulling him away from you.
Nevertheless you made your way back to your place, your lips downturned like a frown would be permanently etched onto your face. You exited your car, trudging inside your apartment complex. To rain on your parade even more, the elevator was out of order and you groaned as you walked up six flights of stairs to get to your place. With your chest heaving heavily up and down as you attempted to catch your breath, you shoved your key into the lock of your door, swinging it open.
You were greeted by a mouthwatering aroma as your eyes darted to the source of the delectable smell. Your dining table was adorned with a checkered tablecloth, silverware, wine, and a candle with its flame swaying back and forth. The mess you had pushed off for later to clean had been dealt with, your whole apartment now spotless from the ceiling to the floor.
Your bag fell to the ground in shock and Bakugou walked in from the other room, eyes widened once he saw you. “What’re you doing here?!”
“Um… I live here?” You said, your tone filled with confusion.
“No, I meant you weren’t supposed to come so early,” Bakugou grumbled, walking towards the stove to tend to whatever was causing this delicious smell. You peered over his shoulder, squealing internally to see your favorite dish that only Bakugou could make perfectly.
“My boss let me out early. But what’s all this?” You asked, gesturing to the food and the perfectly set table. “I thought you were stuck at work?”
Bakugou smirked, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you close to him. “You think I’d leave my girl alone on her birthday? I may be an asshole sometimes, but I’m not a dick.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “You didn’t have to lie though.”
Bakugou chuckled, kissing your head. “Just wanted to make some suspense. Plus I didn’t even finish making this shit. Why else do you think I asked the doorman to close the elevator?”
You looked at him in bewilderness. “You did that?! I had to walk up six flights of stairs! I almost died!”
Bakugou looked you up and down. “You look fine to me.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well not all of us are in shape.”
“Just go sit down. I’ll finish up here,” Bakugou said, stirring up the contents of the pan.
“But aren’t you tired? You just came from work and–”
“Fine,” you said with a pout, slipping down onto your seat and propping your elbows onto the table, your head resting on your palms.
You silently watched your boyfriend at work, focusing on his blonde brows knit together as he concentrated on the task at hand. You were grinning now from ear to ear, your previous disappointed feelings diminished the second you saw the state of your place. In that moment, you fell for Bakugou all over again like you did the second you met him. Under his abrasive attitude, one that most people would mistaken for as him being a piece of shit, you knew he was a caring man who sometimes didn’t know how to portray his feelings outwardly.
But when he did, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Bakugou stopped stirring as his scarlet eyes met yours, raising a questioning brow at you. “What?”
You shrugged, smiling at him. “You just look really hot right now.”
Bakugou smirked, your statement undoubtedly adding onto his already inflated ego. “I look hot all the fucking time.”
“You know, you make it so hard to compliment you sometimes…” you teased, sitting up in your seat as he began plating the dish onto two ceramic plates. He walked over to you, setting down the plate in front of you. You gazed down at the plate excitedly, your hand immediately reaching for your chopsticks.
“Thanks for the meal, Katsu,” you said, not hesitating to take your first bite.
“How is it?” Bakugou asked, smiling at the sight of the pure happiness practically radiating off of you.
You beamed, swallowing the leftover food in your mouth before replying. “It’s delicious, Katsuki. Thank you for doing this.”
Bakugou shrugged, continuing to watch as you ate. “I never even see you now so I thought I could do something for your birthday.”
You smiled appreciatively. “Thank you for doing this. I know how hard you work and I know it must’ve been difficult to get out of work tonight.”
Bakugou could feel his cheeks heating up. Whenever you praised him, he couldn’t help but feel flustered. He turned his head, avoiding your eyes. “Whatever, it’s not that big a deal.”
You snickered, taking another bite of your food. You glanced down at his plate as it was untouched. “You’re not eating?”
“I’ll eat later.” He watched and smiled as you grinned from the deliciousness of the food. “I like watching you eat.”
Needless to say that your night had ended in the best way possible, and your one birthday wish was fulfilled.
