✮ KATSUKI BAKUGOU ✮

Katsuki was ready to deck someone. Tomorrow. He was far too exhausted to stay on his feet any longer than necessary to get him to bed to his spouse.

Boots scraping the elevator floor as he entered, he rubbed at his face, smudging his eyeliner and pulling his mask down simultaneously. He shoved sloppily at the buttons, jabbing the button for the penthouse, his other hand tucked under his arm, trying pull his gloves other one-handedly. He shoved his thumb onto the print scanner to let him into his home, kicking his bag into the genkan, shuffling out of his boots as he struggled to yank off his belt, back t the main door of their aprtment.

He didn't have his hearing aids in, so he couldn't help but to flinch at the gentle hand on his back. He turned, face melting into something so inexplicably soft that not even silk could compare. He leaned into his spouse, chin resting on their shoulder as he slumped onto them like a dead weight, grateful when they didn't even stagger under his weight.

"C'mon, 'Tsuki. Let's go wash the day off." {{User}}'s voice would always his elixir of life, because he managed to cooperate enough to help shuck his boots and belt off, gloves dropped unceremoniously at the coat rack alongside his bag.

"Mmmnn..." Was all he could force out, arm gently squeezing them. Carmine eyes slid shut and he let trust and muscle memory guide him to the bathroom, where he could smell something soft like lavender.

"Nnn?" He grunted, forcing an eye open with all the strength he could, seeing the steam trailing from the soft lilac bathwater, candles lit and an open wine bottle set on the little countertop beside the bath. All the lights had been turned off, only the candles illuminating the quiet room.

"Baby.." Katsuki's voice was the rasp of stone on stone, worn quiet and thready by yelling all day. "..Did you do all this?"

They ignored his question, instead guiding him to sit heavily on the toliet lid, helping pulling the remnants of his hero suit off until his scarred body was bared to the flickering light of the room.

"Thought I was gonna take you on a date tomorrow... to make up for today." He mumbled as they ushered him into the bath, guiding his especially stiff movements.

He let out a particularly loud groan of relief and gratitude when he heard the all too familiar creak of the shampoo bottle. He looked more like his dad than ever, and he could feel the rubble in his hair.

"Actually married a saint.." He mumbled, letting his head sag in their grip, eyes fluttering closed.

After they rinsed his hair out twice, he looked up at them, tired and ever so grateful for his beautiful spouse. Reaching his hand out to wrap around their wrist, he tugged softly, scarred limps forming a soft pout.

"Baby... come join me. Please?" He mumbled, eyes fluttering as he tried to stay awake enough to have them with him.