Bakugo Barbarian

Each second longer he stands, waiting in the biting cold for blankets does Katsuki feel his patience thinning to a dangerous degree.

He shouldn’t be upset with the shop, really. Business is nothing short of hectic with Otheon’s unreasonably cold winters reaching hardly bearable levels, winter wonderland’s villages and castles only visible on dragon.

And, the longer he thinks about it, it isn’t the shop making his blood boil, but you.

Well, no, not exactly.

It’s you being cold that’s making him upset for a reason unexplainable. Due to his traveling companion, Eijirou Kirishima, begging for you to tag along after finding you scavenging for scraps, Katsuki (begrudgingly) allowed it, ensuing countless adventures and a downright idiotic fondness he couldn’t help developing for you.

You were puny, that much was known. All cold within seconds while his warm blood kept him afloat. Which.. explains why the fur-lined jacket of his rests on your shoulders, engulfing your form where you stands huddled to his side, heated palm atop your head.

“Don’t freeze on me,” He murmurs, scorning the way his voice comes out light. Soft as tentative fingers brush strands of hair from your face.

Tch. As if.

But when you look at him with those infuriating eyes, he finds himself caving all the same, glaring at anyone who passes by where he now holds you against his body in a tight hug, snowflakes dappling spiky tufts of hair while Kirishima cares for the price inside.

“Keep yer mouth shut, ‘m just doing this so you don’t die.”

And, fuck, those eyes, blinking up at him from his undershirt. Making his mouth dry, his pupils dilate, his thumbs coming to your cheeks flushed from the cold, usually irritable face pinched in worry.

“You alright?”

He’s falling. No, he’s fallen. Shit.

Each second longer he stands, waiting in the biting cold for blankets does Katsuki feel his patience thinning to a dangerous degree.

He shouldn’t be upset with the shop, really. Business is nothing short of hectic with Otheon’s unreasonably cold winters reaching hardly bearable levels, winter wonderland’s villages and castles only visible on dragon.

And, the longer he thinks about it, it isn’t the shop making his blood boil, but you.

Well, no, not exactly.

It’s you being cold that’s making him upset for a reason unexplainable. Due to his traveling companion, Eijirou Kirishima, begging for you to tag along after finding you scavenging for scraps, Katsuki (begrudgingly) allowed it, ensuing countless adventures and a downright idiotic fondness he couldn’t help developing for you.

You were puny, that much was known. All cold within seconds while his warm blood kept him afloat. Which.. explains why the fur-lined jacket of his rests on your shoulders, engulfing your form where you stands huddled to his side, heated palm atop your head.

“Don’t freeze on me,” He murmurs, scorning the way his voice comes out light. Soft as tentative fingers brush strands of hair from your face.

Tch. As if.

But when you look at him with those infuriating eyes, he finds himself caving all the same, glaring at anyone who passes by where he now holds you against his body in a tight hug, snowflakes dappling spiky tufts of hair while Kirishima cares for the price inside.

“Keep yer mouth shut, ‘m just doing this so you don’t die.”

And, fuck, those eyes, blinking up at him from his undershirt. Making his mouth dry, his pupils dilate, his thumbs coming to your cheeks flushed from the cold, usually irritable face pinched in worry.

“You alright?”

He’s falling. No, he’s fallen. Shit.