escape ⇄ katsuki bakugou〔√〕

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❝ESCAPE❞

EPILOGUE

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It is a beautiful day today. The weather is fitting of the season and agreable to some, but disliked by others. And then there are the exceptions, those who hate all four seasons for varied reasons.

That exception is called none but Katsuki Bakugou.

Today, he's up early. Because today is a peculiar day. Today, he will be helping out Todoroki for the last preparations for his wedding with Yaoyorozu.

But first, work.

Ugh.

He groggily gets out of bed and scratches his stomach as a long yawn escapes his slightly chapped lips. He takes a quick glance at the clock.

Six in the morning. Good.

He pushes himself out of the bed and wobbles his way towards the bathroom. He strips out of his clothes and hops into the shower. He turns on the burning hot water and lets it warm up his skin. He wets his face very briefly as to wake himself up better, then grabs the bottle of soap and almost empties it in his hand.

He makes sure to leave a little of it. Hearing his wife scream first thing in the morning because there's no soap is not what he needs.

Mood jumps or not, she is as loud as he is, which can sometimes lead to extreme situations. But none has lead to their separation, thus why they are now a married couple, happily living under the same roof and soon to be parents.

Katsuki washes the soap off his muscular figure and sighs in satisfaction when the hot water rinces it all off him. He remains in the shower for a few more minutes before deciding he's stayed long enough. He dries himself briefly before wrapping the towel around his waist and walking out of the bathroom with his hair still dripping wet.

He closes the door a bit too loudly. He quickly glances at the woman laid in the double bed.

Nope, still sleeping.

He heaves a sigh and makes his way to the other side of the bed as to not disturb her during her sleep. He goes to his drawer and pulls out a clean pair of boxers. He takes off the towel and dries his intimate parts, then drops the towel to the floor.

‟God has blessed me with a beautiful view first thing in the morning...”

Katsuki almost jumps out of his skin and snaps his head towards the sound of the voice. Much to his surprise, there is laid his wife, wide awake and eyes cast to below his V-line.

Being fully aware of Katsuki's ever so slightly uncomfortable state, she whistles as to make him even more uncomfortable.

‟Can you not?” He grumbles, picking up the clean boxers. ‟It's like half past six and I don't feel like getting horny and havig to take another shower afterwards.”