bad days & insecurities | katsuki x f!reader
a/n: hereβs another untouched excerpt i had sitting in my drafts that i donβt think iβll finish. enjoy.
tw: f!reader, chubby reader, insecurities, comfort fluff
βJust - just donβt fucking touch me,β you said angrily.
βThe fuck? What do you mean, donβt touch you?β
You chanced a glance his way and saw the hurt in Katsukiβs eyes. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe-
βI mean donβt touch me. I donβt want to talk about it,β you replied. βAnd I know you hate it when I tell you that, but thatβs the answer youβre getting.β
βNo, itβs not. What the fuck is going on?β he asked, his voice raising.Β Β
βIt doesnβt fucking matter, Katsuki,β you shouted. βJust drop it.β
You walked to the bathroom hoping to secure some privacy, but Katsuki wasnβt having it.Β
You reached for he handle as he slammed the door away from your hand into the wall, wide open. You knew him enough to know it took all of his effort not to force you to look his way. But right now you didnβt care. Everything inside hurt, it hurt too much. All you wanted was the hot water on your back and the lights off so you didnβt have to see what parts of you didnβt deserve him.Β
βIf you donβt get the hell out of this bathroom and let me shower-β
He wouldnβt let it go.Β
βPlease, baby. I - I wonβt yell, I promise,β Katsuki said, pain evident in his voice.Β
It felt like hot daggers in your stomach. A lump grew in your throat.Β
βItβs not that. Not you. Iβm sorry for being so childish,β you said. βIβm having a really tough day, thatβs all.β
βNo,β you said firmly. βI need to be alone.β
βPlease, Kats.β Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks.Β
βWas it that fucking bitch again? She getting into your head?β he asked.Β
βThat bitchβ was a shitty coworker who never seemed to shut up about you. What you ate, what you wore, how your body looked, your job performance. Someone who had the gall to tell you to your face that you werenβt good enough for the hero standing in the room. Who said that he could do so much better.Β
βWhat is it?β he said.Β
βYou donβt want the truth.β Your voice was quiet and pleading.Β
βThe fuck are you on about, babe? Yes, I do.β
You took a deep breath. βYou deserve better. I donβt want to elaborate. And I donβt want you to console me or tell me Iβm wrong right now. My body feels gross, and I want to process it on my own.β
The crushing hug he pulled you into knocked the air out of your chest. βKats-β
βShut it. I want to hold you, n youβre gonna let me,β he said grumpily. Katsuki kissed you on the head. βFuckinβ tellinβ me I canβt touch you. βS bullshit.β
You cracked a little grin, your face pressed into his chest. He held you in silence for what felt like ages, but eventually a calmness soothed the tightness in your stomach.
βI love you. Can I shower now?β you asked.
He sighed. βFine. But Iβm not done with you, little miss. You owe me a damn kiss or ten after that.β
You laughed and met his scowling gaze.
βThatβs fair.β You leaned in and stood on your toes. βHow about one for the road to start with?β
ββS more like it.β Katsuki lifted your chin, pressing his soft lips to yours.
