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his posture is slouched, body completely and utterly exhausted. this pro hero, one of the best in the world, needs to be on at all times, ready for anything but you, you get the privilege of seeing him off. ready for bed and a hot shower.

katsuki rests his cheek in your palm, those angry ruby gems becoming puppy like, “‘m fine.”

next, his hands hold onto the backs of your thighs keeping you still so he can press his face into your stomach. you feel his whole body sigh into you.

“you don’t look it. you look like shit,” you offer and you get two bouncing shoulders in a short laugh.

“y’got a lisp now? you mean sexy?” he muffles into your stomach, then presses his chin into you so he can look at you properly.

you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs. you notice a touch of hoarseness in his words. you press your thighs together.

your smile is apparent in your voice, “you’ve got this defeated look going on.” you bite down on your bottom lip, “it is a little sexy. maybe a lot.”

bakugou thinks he’s in with the joke at the beginning, till you shuffle in closer to him, the press of your hand on his cheek gets harder and he notices the change of pitch in your breath. even the black of your pupils widen, he sees this in real time. you’re not joking at all actually.

that gets him sitting up slightly, a smirk falling on his features. you pout when he does, staring at his lips like a wife separated from their husband for years. he knows his smile is a killer for you, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his gold canine and white teeth.

“gimme a kiss,” he demands and the good listener you are, you lean down to press yours against his.

it’s family friendly for the most part, three pecks until his pawlike hands sneak up your thighs to under your ass cheeks.

when you both pull away, you’re staring at each other for a few seconds until you lick your thumb and rub under his eyebrow.

“you didn’t get all your eye stuff off,” you whisper, referring to his eye makeup he likes to put on under his mask.

bakugou grunts in response, letting you clean up the left over marks he didn’t scrub.

“how long have you been waitin’ for me?”

always so perceptive. it makes your eyes widen like you’ve been caught out. “well i’ve been working—,”

“baby,” he soothes, in that soft way like you’ve done something silly and you won’t get in trouble for admitting whatever it is. even though he already knows.

“since the morning,” you breathe, eager to undress on the spot, to get his hands on your bare skin, to jump on his lap and pull down his shorts.

but the exhaustion is still apparent on his body. his movements are noticeably slower now that he can let his guard down.

“hm,” he replies and you run your fingers through his hair, pushing all his blonde locks back to reveal his face. your boyfriend is incredibly handsome. you press an extra kiss to the scar on his cheek and bakugou pulls you in. your knees sink into the sofa as you straddle his lap.

hot hands that were under your ass, sneak under your blouse. they’re like a relief patch, causing your skin to buzz in anticipation.

“what d’you want?” he hums and you’re already ready for your body to bounce on something, fingers twitching as they rest on his shoulders.

“katsuki,” you whine, rubbing your nose against his. his eyelashes brush against yours. “don’t ask me that.”

nimble fingers shift to the little buttons at your blouse. bakugou works on you while you’re fighting your own internal battle.

“why not, baby?”

“you’re tired from saving the city. i’m not going to make you have sex with me because i’m horny.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, completely humoured by the way you let him shimmy you out of your blouse, now sitting on him in your pretty lace balconette bra. he kisses the softness of your breast and you’re completely reactive, arching your back into his face.

“y’think i don’t wanna love you?”

the wording makes you mewl, hugging katsuki’s big head to your chest. your body blushes with heat, unable to look him in the eye, “don’t be adorable when i want you to put me in doggy.”

bakugou chuckles, “on your knees. let me do it.”

“didn’t you have a long day today?”

he looks you in the eye, “the fuckin’ longest. sixteen hours, everyone was on my ass.”

“then you need to sleep.”

“or i can have sex with my girlfriend.”

you have the audacity to look shy, knowing there’s a damp patch if he checked your panties right now. “but you’re exhausted.”

“babygirl.”

“babyboy.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, “that’s new. i dunno if i like that.”

you shuffle on his lap, your crotch right over his. you’re delighted to find he’s sporting a semi, in fact, it makes you want to rabidly rub yourself over him like an animal in heat.

you kiss the corner of his jaw, tugging the neckline of his hoodie so you have space to kiss his neck. bakugou’s eyes flutter shut in response, hands on your bare waist.

“you’re my baby and you’re my boy.”

bakugou tuts, grabbing the back of his hoodie and tugging it over his head. he’s got nothing on underneath it to your joy, leaving his bare chest on display for you. you lowly moan at the sight of his biceps, the scars that run through them, the discoloured skin that merges with his blushed skin. one hand on you, another giving his toned abdomen a necessary rub.

“i’m your man.”

“fuck,” you whisper, standing up to pull off your leggings and sitting back on his lap like you never left. “and you’re sure? not too tired?”

he’s uncouth when he hooks a finger in your underwear, then runs the pad of his thumb to gather your wetness over your clit. your body slumps into him, giving bakugou all your weight for him to hold up.

“you underestimate how easy it is for me to get you to come.” he smirks, chuffed at himself for how well he knows you. “could do this half asleep. i have done this half asleep.”

referring to the four am sex you had a few days ago when you came all over his fingers with his tongue in your throat. eyes closed and half conscious.

“don’t be so cocky,” you moan for the wrong reasons, loving the slow comfortable pace of his thumb. pleasure rolls through your body softly, your hands mindlessly palming him.

“take him out then.”

“don’t him your dick.”

but still you do, yanking down his shorts and feeling the saliva build in your mouth at the feeling then sight. his adonis belt, deep ridges and harsh muscle. then him, thick and heavy. his cute red tip with veins running up the length of him.

“you love it.”

you’re nodding without realising, placing your palm on the scar on the centre of your boyfriend’s chest.

“fuck me,” you whine, sitting on your knees and shuffling to adjust to sit on his cock. “wanna feel you, ‘tsuki.”

though he stops you, hands on your hips.

graduation at u.a. was louder than you'd expected. not in the formal sense, the ceremony had been neat and structured, but the aftermath was completely different. it was chaos wrapped by laughter and people calling each other over, not to mention photos being taken at every possible angle. someone was crying (probably hagakure), someone else was already trying to plan a party, and somewhere in the middle of it, katsuki bakugo was looking around. surprisingly he didn't have that look in his eyes that said the whole ceremony was beneath him.

he stood just off to the side of the main courtyard where most people couldn't see him. he waited, his tie already loose just enough to feel comfortable.

eventually you did find him--it wasn't hard. ever since you were children, you'd always known where he was, even in a sea of people. some things didn't change.

"there you are." you said, stepping beside him like you'd done a thousand times before.

"took you long enough," he replied immediately.

"yeah, yeah." you smiled a little and folded your arms. "anyway, you disappeared first."

"yeah, well. extras everywhere."

you laughed softly.

there was a pause, it wasn't awkward and you two just settled into it as you both looked out at your classmates. mina was dragging someone into a group photo, kirishima was laughing at something, and a few others were already talking about their internships and what agencies they were interested in.

"feels weird." you said after a second.

"yeah."

you glanced at him with a teasing look in your eyes. "that's it? will you miss it even a little?"

"what do you want me to say?" he shot back like usual. "it's over. we're done. that's it."

you huffed out a soft laugh, facing him now. "you're so sentimental."

"shut up." katsuki said, but he didn't sound irritated. "you knew you weren't getting a speech from me."

you grinned. "mean."

"you know me."

yeah, you did. you knew katsuki bakugo better than almost anyone else in the world.

and somewhere along the way, at some point between childhood and now, you'd realized you were kind of stupidly in love with him. it wasn't dramatic and movie-like, it was just natural. like the feelings had always been there, just waiting for you to notice.

you nudged him gently.

you tilted your head towards him, a playful look in your eyes. "remember when we were kids and you used to throw pebbles at my window."

"because you took forever."

"you shattered my window once." you deadpanned.

he narrowed his eyes a little. "that was one time."

"i bet you cried after your mom yelled at you."

"she yells all the time." he said as if they weren't practically twins.

"speaking of... even as children, you'd yell at me for not keeping up with you on the way to school."

"i still do that." he replied like it was obvious.

"you don't."

"i do."

"you literally slow down for me now."

he clicked his tongue. "i do not."

"you do."

"i don't."

"you do."

"whatever." he gave up.

you had the faintest grin on your face, it was a look of satisfaction. another silence settled over the two of you, it wasn't exactly heavy or sad.. you couldn't quite express what you were feeling.

"you did good, you know," you say a little quieter now.

"obviously." he muttered.

you rolled your eyes, but your smile didn't fade. "yeah, obviously."

then he shifted and adjusted his blazer ever so slightly. "i'm gonna go find my old hag before she starts yelling at someone."

you chucked lightly, "please record it if she does."

"tch. i'm not doing that."

you pushed him arm away playfully. "i'll see you after?"

he glanced at you then, just for a second. "yeah."

and then he turned, starting to walk back towards the crowd. you watched him go for exactly three seconds. then-

"..really?" your tone dropped flat and you deadpanned in an instant.

bakugo stopped mid-step and slowly turned back around, his brows already furrowed. "what."

you were looking at him like he just insulted you and your family.

"what do you mean 'what'." you said, crossing your arms, "that's it? that's how you're leaving it?'

"leaving what."

"oh my gosh." you muttered, dragging a hand down your face. "you are unbelievable."

his eyes narrowed. "the hell are you talkin' about?"

"i'm talking about the fact that we just graduated," you said and gestured casually around you. "and you didn't even-" you cut yourself off. "you know what, forget it."

"no, say it." he snapped. "you started it."

you stared at him for a second, like you were debating on whether it was worth the efforts or not. then you sighed.

"i'm just saying," you started off, your voice still flat but laced with something close to exasperation. "i didn't put all my hopes into you doing something disgustingly dramatic or anything, but i at least thought you'd give me your button."

silence.

bakugo blinked.

"..my what."

"your second button." you said in an obvious tone. "hello? graduation tradition? ringing any bells up there?"

he started at you. "that's a thing?"

you actually recoiled.

"you're joking."

"i'm not joking."

"you're telling me," you started out slowly, "that you made it through three years here, surrounded by people that would've absolutely talked about this.. and you didn't hear about it?"

"no."

"oh my gosh."

you turned away from him, pacing a step like you needed to physically process. "i cannot believe this. i just cannot..."

"why the hell do you care about some stupid button?" he tilted his head a little.

you stopped and turned, looking him dead in the eyes.

you'd known katsuki for far too long, yet you still almost couldn't believe the density of the blond standing before you.

"because," you said flatly and then added with a matter-of-face tone, "it's supposed to mean something."

"and?"

"and-" you cut yourself off again, visibly restraining yourself from hitting a man today. "you know what, whatever, forget the button."

"good." he said immediately.

"but also," you continued right where he left off, slightly pointing at him now. "you didn't even try to kiss me."

bakugo froze like his brain was loading the next response.

"..what."

you let out a sharp breath and then you spoke like any teenage girl would, "what do i have to do, katsuki? seriously. do i have to spell it out? do i need to, like, hop on one leg? bark? do a backflip? what is the requirement here?"

his brain clearly couldn't come up with something to say or do. then he blinked a few times.

"WHAT!?" he barked out.

"you seriously never thought about it? even a little?"

his face looked genuinely blank, which somehow irritated you more now.

"katsuki," you spoke slow at first, "i have known you since were, like, four. i practically handed this opportunity to you on a silver platter."

"WHAT OPPORTUNITY?"

"are all men this dense?" you said the words like it was an inside though that wasn't supposed to escape.

"you never said ANYTHING!" he yelled at his usual, ear-bleeding volume.

katsuki almost looked genuinely overwhelmed now, which would've been funnier if you weren't busy with being offended. then he opened his mouth, shut it, then looked away for a moment like he needed divine intervention.

that's when he saw the pair of idiots. kirishima and mina stood across the courtyard, clearly eavesdropping. katsuki's gaze was so intense that even you looked back just in time to see the two bolting. mina nearly tripped over a bush.

he muttered something and you still held that entertained look on your face.

when you both turned back, you'd realized that at some point during the argument, you stepped closer to each other without realizing. there were barely inches between you. close enough that he could probably feel your heartbeat if he leaned in just a little.

bakugo stared at you for a few seconds too long for it not to mean something. then a little longer.

and finally he spoke, quieter now, "you're such a goddamn idiot." his eyes went to your lips for half a second before returning to your eyes.

"i know," your voice came out in a hush.

then he kissed you. it was a little quick, as if he second guessed himself along the way, but then your hand grabbed his tie and pulled him down lightly so his lips could meet yours again.

you wanted this forever without realizing how badly until now.

it was a slightly messy and your noses bumped up against each other, and still, it was the perfect way to end this chapter of yours lives. it felt like you two were learning each other again, despite being friends your whole life. maybe that's why it felt so overwhelming, but it wasn't really new. it was like every almost moment in your friendship from over the years catching up to this one moment.

when you two pulled away, you let out a soft, breathless little laugh without meaning to. it was the kind of laugh that came out when things felt too good to be real.

"the hell you laughin' at?" katsuki sounded offended and flustered all at once.

"you." you said quietly, still smiling helplessly. "you're cute."

and then-

"YEEEESSSS!!"

mina leaped out from God knows where to celebrate.

you jumped just as kirishima popped out behind her and spoke loud enough for (what felt like) the whole graduating class to hear. "FINALLY BAKUBRO!"

"i'm gonna kill them." katsuki said with a voice that truly did have the intent to kill.

you leaned into katsuki, whispering. "we deserve to embarrass them when they realize."

the world felt right.

this concept was funny in my head, so i hope you all enjoyed hehe (i'm horrible at writing kiss scenes)