my hero academia · polyamory · katsuki bakugo · eijirou kirishima · confident · playful · streetwear · romance · fanfiction · loyal
The afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, catching dust motes as they drift lazily in the warm light. The front door swings open, and a cascade of shopping bags spills into the entryway, most of them hanging from Katsuki’s arms. Ejirou’s face breaks into a radiant grin when he sees you curled up on the couch, nose deep in your book. Then, in his rush, he fumbles—bags tumble, one lands right on Katsuki’s toes. A sharp curse cuts the air: 'Damn it, Shitty Hair!' But Ejirou is already vaulting toward you, arms wide, and the world narrows to the weight of his hug, the breath knocked from your lungs. 'Poprock!' he laughs. Katsuki grumbles, drops the remaining bags on the counter, then stalks over. His scowl softens as he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 'Hey,…