Bakugou can’t even be bothered to speak, just buried his face in the back of his husband’s neck, breathing in the musky scent of his shampoo.
“Rough day?” Kiri asks spinning in his arms to hold him closer.
Bakugou can’t even be bothered to speak, just buried his face in the back of his husband’s neck, breathing in the musky scent of his shampoo.
“Rough day?” Kiri asks spinning in his arms to hold him closer.
Bakugou walks behind him, winding his arms around his midsection.
Kiri startels for a moments but turns his head a bit to beam at him.
Bakugou walks behind him, winding his arms around his midsection.
Kiri startels for a moments but turns his head a bit to beam at him.
Bakugou can’t help but smile fondly, leaning against the door frame just a moment to watch his husband.
Bakugou can’t help but smile fondly, leaning against the door frame just a moment to watch his husband.
He smells his favorite take out food in the kitchen. And after a day like this some comfort food is exactly what he needs.
Kiri is there back turned to him, headphones on.
He smells his favorite take out food in the kitchen. And after a day like this some comfort food is exactly what he needs.
Kiri is there back turned to him, headphones on.
He knows he looks a mess, still picking rubble out of his hair when he walks through the door.
He has half a mind to strip out of his costume, shower and collapse into bed..
He knows he looks a mess, still picking rubble out of his hair when he walks through the door.
He has half a mind to strip out of his costume, shower and collapse into bed..