bakugou katsuki x gn!reader
summary: you (and katuski) make an interesting discovery.
"You could be a little meaner to me, y'know?" Katsuki randomly tells you one late Friday night. "Like you could yell at me more, maybe even punch me—"
Your brows raise in shock. "Punch you?"
Katsuki shrugs, elbow deep in soapy dish water as he scrubs a pot. "I'm a pro-hero, I can take it."
"And when people said you were a masochist, I defended you," you partially tease, lightly hitting Katsuki with the kitchen towel you're using to dry the dishes. "Is this a kink thing? Not to shame you but I need to know these things."
Katsuki gives you a look. "It's not a kink thing." But then he pauses, visibly contemplating. "Well—"
"You can't ask someone that question and not expect them to think about it."
"And your verdict?" You ask, genuinely curious as you take the clean pot that he hands you. It wouldn't be all that surprising if he said yes because you've noticed how slightly flustered Katsuki gets when you're occasionally mean.
How his cheeks and ears turn a soft pink while his pupils dilate. You assumed that it was him getting pissed off but you should have known better.
Katsuki doesn't get pissed off at you.
So his confession is beginning to tie everything together.
"Still deciding," he says. "It'd help if you did something mean to me right now."
You don't even give it a second thought as you reply, "I could spit in your face and slap you silly once we've finished the dishes."
Katsuki's eyes immediately widen, his pupils dilating as a familar flush colours his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
"Degradation," You whisper conspiratorially, grinning widely when the bowl Katsuki's washing slips out of his hands and makes a huge splash in the sink.
A quick glance downwards notes the gradually thickening bulge in his sweatpants.
Your grin widens further.