#about katsuki

you and katsuki were best friends, as everyone knew. you hung out all the time, just the two of you together. when katsuki wanted some quiet time, companionship, someone to rant to, he came to your dorm, because he knew you’d understand. you were always there for him, and he appreciated that. you both hung out often enough that you’d both just started entering each other’s dorms unannounced—well, sometimes you still knocked when entering his. he was a little more sensitive around personal space. but katsuki regularly entered your dorm without knocking, it was common.

luckily for you, when he opened the door, he didn’t catch you undressed, like you’d been just a few minutes ago, but he did catch the tail end of your fit. muffled scream of frustration, dull thump of your fists and feet against the mattress, all of it.

your head shot up the moment you heard the squeak of the door, making eye contact with him. he stood stock still, dressed in a casual black shirt and gray sweats, staring at you with an odd look. his red eyes flit over you, trying to see if he could understand what exactly was happening, but he found no clarity. “...you good?” he eventually rumbled, stepping into your room and pushing the door shut behind him. “the hell are you beatin’ up your bed for?”

maybe another time you’d try to find an excuse, or maybe just clearly try to tell him it was really personal, but right now your sex addled brain was kind of messing with your communication skills. “you don’t wanna know, kats,” you just grumbled, collapsing into your bed again, face smushed into your pillow. “you should leave.”

“yes, i do, that’s why i asked,” he shot back. his voice was a few steps closer now. peeking up, you saw he was leaning against your desk. “why should i leave? are you upset?”

“no, you don’t, no i’m not, and you should just leave.” normally, you’d love to spend time with him, but right now you were pretty sure he’d just make the urge worse.

“just fuckin’ tell me.”

“it’s nothing serious, it’s fine.”

“then why don’t you wanna say it?”

you turned your head to the side to give him a flat look. this is what you got for oversharing all of your personal details with him. the moment you didn’t want to, he thought it was weird. “‘cuz, you’re gonna get embarrassed.”

his face scrunched up and his jaw shifted when you said that. oh, of course he was taking it as a challenge. “no i won’t?? i can handle anything you fuckin’ tell me, i don’t care.”

you groaned, “kats, i’m serious. leave.”

“so am i!”

“you’re gonna think it’s weird.”

“no i won’t! just tell me!”

your eyes rolled. he was so annoying sometimes! but, if he wanted to know so badly, “i’m ovulating, and horny out of my mind, and so help me god i’m gonna jump the next person with a penis i see, and unless you want that to be you, you should really leave for your own personal safety.”

his jaw clicked shut. you watched his reaction for a moment, trying to decipher what it meant, but he’d gone very still. you couldn’t tell if it was discomfort, or just shock. boys always get weird about menstrual cycles, maybe katsuki did too? feeling like you’d fucked up the interaction, you sighed and turned your head back into the pillow. “stupid—fucking—cycle—” you started muttering to yourself, each word accompanied by a soft kick into the mattress again. anything you said now couldn’t make this interaction much worse, so you might as well continue letting your feelings out.

there were a few seconds of silence from the other side of the room as katsuki watched your struggle. eventually, “is it really that bad?” he asked. his voice sounded a little rougher and quieter than before.

you stopped, lifting your head again to look at him. he was scowling, arms crossed, but his ears were red, and that combined with the way his voice had sounded—was he shy? It wasn’t the most uncommon sight, the class had long since figured out how to fluster him. but in this context, you couldn’t quite tell what it meant. “yeah,” you said simply. he just stared at you, waiting for you to continue. you pursed your lips for a moment, but gave in. “when it’s bad, it’s bad. it’s on my mind all day.”

“and masturbation doesn’t help?” okay, this was getting a bit more detailed than you’d been expecting. you’d never really talked about sex with katsuki, before.

“not really, no.”

he went quiet after that, his gaze darting away. you watched as his jaw shifted, hands dug into his biceps, brows furrowed as he glared at the ground. you exhaled a sigh, looking away. “katsuki, you can go, it’s—”

“it’s fine,” he cut you off.

you gave him another odd look. “what do you mean?” you were getting a little annoyed now. the least he could do is leave you alone to masturbate, right?

he shifted, gaze darting up to yours again. “i’ll help you,” he spoke again. he still sounded shy, but it was that sound of someone trying something they were nervous about. guess that made sense, actually, since he didn’t know you were into him. he basically felt like he was throwing a shot into the dark, even despite what you’d said. “you said to leave, unless i ‘want that to be me’, right?” and oh, he was actually asking you, now, if you wanted it. “well, i’m fine with it. if you want the help.”

you just stared at him for a few seconds, completely surprised he was actually offering this. “you’re serious?”

his face scrunched, “if you don’t want it—”

“no! no, i do, i do,” you cut him off, jumping up from your bed in worry that he was about to storm off. “i just—wasn’t expecting it, is all.”

he went quiet, but he didn’t leave. just kept staring at you, wordless. your heart lifted in elation (finally, finally, you could touch him like that!!), your nerves vibrated beneath your skin. could you really just, pull him into a kiss? was it okay?

“well, i’m serious,” he interrupted your thoughts.

you blinked at him, wide-eyed, then you were stepping forward and yanking him into you by the front of his shirt. he stumbled, but you caught him, and your other hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him into a clumsy kiss. his breath hitched in surprise, but he melted immediately. “fuck,” he breathed against your lips, the expletive immediately followed by a groan of your name. his right hand found your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss you at a better angle. his other hand landed on your waist, tugging you close to him.

you walked backwards towards your bed, tugging katsuki along with you. the two of you stumbled over your steps as you desperately fought to keep your lips locked. his hands on your skin, his heavy breaths mixing with yours, lips moving against each other’s. you’d wanted this for so long, you didn’t want to separate from him for even a second. who knew if he’d want to do this again? if this was a one time thing? luckily, he didn’t seem to want to stop kissing you either, so he made it easy on you.

he was a little too distracted to notice what you were doing, the way your hand on his shirt was maneuvering him closer to the bed. you turned him so his back was to the bed, and you were in front of him. his knees hit the edge of your mattress, and he stumbled, accidentally pulling away from the kiss. you pushed him and he fell back onto the bed, catching himself on his hands. you quickly clambered onto his lap, hands placing themselves on his shoulders. “damn, you’re aggressive,” he breathed, gaze dragging itself down your body.

cue the eyeroll. “duh, just told you I’ve been horny all day,” you mumbled back, hands smoothing down his chest to slide beneath the hem of his shirt. “you think i was lying?” your teeth caught your lower lip when you felt the warm skin of his abdomen beneath your palms. you’d thought about this a thousand times, having him under you like this, alive and real. imagination really couldn’t compare to the real thing. your heart was going crazy in your chest.

his right hand caught one of your wrists, guiding you to press your hand against him harder. your eyes darted to his, surprised. “quit sassin’ me,” he muttered, his other hand slipping beneath your hoodie to grip your bare waist. he tugged you forward, slotting your hips to rest above his groin. he rolled his hips up against yours, and arousal rapidly pooled in your gut. your lips fell open on a breathy sound, your lashes fluttered quickly. it’d been a while since you’d had sex, you’d forgotten how good even foreplay could feel. and it was katsuki that was doing this, which made your heart rate spike 10x worse.

you groaned in annoyance (embarrassment) when you saw the smug smirk on his face, lightly pinching his stomach in retaliation. “oh, shut up.”

he jolted from the pinch, gently smacking your hand to get you to stop. “didn’t say anything.” his right hand landed on your thigh, this time. “‘m not makin’ fun of you. it was hot.”

you didn’t say anything back. your face was feeling a little hot.

he leaned in for another kiss, both his hands guiding you to start rolling your hips against him. “mm, fuck, you feel good,” he mumbled against your lips. you could feel him under you, a bulge pressing at your thigh with each grind. he slid his hands up your body, under your hoodie, thumbs flicking over your nipples. “you really got nothin’ on under here, huh?”

“wasn’t really expecting anyone,” you breathed back, a breathy whimper slipping out along with your words. “should’a known better, i guess.”

“nah, ‘s perfect.” he moved his head to the side, kissing at your jaw. “want it off,” he requested, hands shifting to slowly lift up the fabric. “can i?”

you chewed on your lip, focused on how nice his hands felt on you. “sure.” the moment he lifted the hoodie over your head, you were tugging on his own shirt. he huffed a laugh, but quickly removed it.

he eagerly pulled you into him again with his hands on your back, lips latching onto your neck. the sensitive area made you moan, hips rolling slowly into him. he groaned back, mostly out of arousal from the sound you’d made. you felt as his right hand skirted over the soft skin of your back, down until it slipped beneath your pajama pants. he groped at your ass through your panties, pressing you close to him, forcing you right over his bulge. it made you wet, the way he just moved your body how he wanted. made you grind against him, push where it felt good.

his other hand continued to smooth up and down your back while he moved down your neck to your collarbone. he was currently licking and sucking at the area, tongue rolling over your skin. his hand that was currently palming your ass finally slipped around to the front, cupping you through the thin fabric. “man, you’re wet,” he mumbled, his middle and ring fingers gently rubbing circles against your entrance through the damp fabric.

“ovulation does that.” your voice was breathy, completely distracted now. you’d been trying to make him feel good, too, but he was making it hard to focus. both of your hands had gone still, clinging to him for some sense of stability.

he grinned against your skin. you felt a little puff of air from the amused huff he made. “oh, it’s ‘cuz of ovulation, huh?” his fingers teased the edge of the fabric, hooking his index finger into the crotch of your panties. he slowly pulled it to the side, just enough for his fingers to slide against your clit. “no other reason?”

you didn’t say anything back, just moaned and rolled your hips into the contact.

he pulled back to get a good view of you. you caught the way he looked you up and down with half-lidded eyes, watching you buck into his hand while he made slow little circles on your clit. his other hand was cradling your ribcage, lightly thumbing at your side. “you look real pretty like this,” he mumbled, eyes catching on your chest for a moment before they continued down. his gaze locked on the bit of your panties he could see, eyeing the way they looked on you. “sound pretty, too.”

his eyes darted back up to your face, watching your expression as his fingers slid farther back, pressing at your entrance. he didn’t give any other warning, abruptly sliding two of his fingers in. you choked on a moan, falling forward to lean against him. “katsuki,” you breathed, already dizzy with pleasure. he just hummed, nosing at your shoulder while he rubbed at your walls. he thrust his fingers a few times, but he intentionally kept his fingers only up to two knuckles in, teasing you with the stretch.

he rubbed his palm up against you, making you whine from the pressure. his fingers slid deeper, until they pressed against a gummy patch inside you. his other arm slid to wrap firmly around your back, keeping you in place. he kept his palm flush against you to give your clit friction while he gently teased that spot. he mouthed at your neck, listening to the breathy moans slipping from your lips. “feels good, right?”

he snickered when all that left your mouth were garbled, half-formed sentences. he held you against him while he shifted, laying you down against your bed with your head on the pillow. you breathed in the short reprieve, gaze following him as he moved down your body. he kept his eyes on your face while his left hand tugged down your panties along with your pants, his fingers still inside you. the last of your clothes slipped off, and you were left bare.

his gaze hadn’t left your face, watching for any discomfort. you shyly bucked your hips against his fingers, silently begging for him to do something and stop watching you. he blinked and looked away, down between your legs. he groaned, finally able to see you. the thumb of his left hand gently spread your folds so he could see better, his eyes glued to the sight of his fingers buried deep in your heat. he gently rubbed at that spot inside you again, groaning in arousal. “you’re so hot down here,” he rumbled, licking his lips. “shit, you feel…” you watched him closely, taking in the look on his face. he was clearly deep in some mental fantasy right now, but he quickly blinked himself out of it, focusing on you again.

his fingers started moving again, thrusting into you at a moderate pace. they dragged against your walls intentionally, sliding over that gummy patch each time. then he dipped down, pressing a kiss to your clit. he smirked at the whimper you made, the way your legs were already shaking from stimulation. his fingers pushed all the way in, pressing flush against that particular spot, and then his tongue rolled over your clit. he rubbed at that spot while he sucked on your clit, riling you up until your moans climbed higher and higher. then his fingers inside you sped up, repeatedly pressing against you. the sucking on your clit was perfect, not too much, just enough for a knot to coil in your gut until you finally reached your peak. he kept going while you came, his left hand gently rubbing over your stomach.

he pulled away when your orgasm ended, kneeling between your legs as your body shuddered with aftershocks. his eyes trailed up to your chest as it rose and fell rapidly with quick breaths. his hands rubbed at your thighs soothingly, letting you come down. you felt almost light-headed, you were so dazed from how good it all felt. this was easily the most satisfied you’d been all day.

when you came back to yourself, your eyes fell on him. you realized katsuki was waiting for you, waiting to see whether you wanted to stop. your legs fell further open. “we can keep going.” you weren’t gonna stop here. who knew if this was a one-time thing?

he looked at you blankly, gaze darting between your spread legs and your face. you watched in silent confusion as he just sat there, unmoving. when he finally spoke, his words came out slow and intentional, “what do you want to do?”

ohhh. your lips twitched into a smile. “are you okay with putting it in? penetration?”

he nodded casually, “yeah, i’m good with that.” he seemed a little excited? he quickly hooked his fingers into his bottoms and tugged them down, until he was also naked. your eyes couldn’t help but follow the movement, watching as his cock sprung out.

he moved back up your body, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. you sighed softly into it, wrapping your arms around his neck. your body was thrumming with anticipation, waiting for him to press into you. instead, you felt his fingers slip inside you again. “kats?” you mumbled against his lips, confused.

his fingers gently scissored inside you, twisting around. “sorry, baby—” your pulse spiked at the intimate nickname. “just need to make sure,” he breathed back, kissing you again. you moaned softly, deciding to just wait.

his fingers withdrew, and the next thing you felt was the head of his cock pressing against you. he broke the kiss to breathe for a moment, like he was preparing himself. “tell me if it’s uncomfortable, okay?” he waited for you to nod, then slowly pressed his hips forward.

the head of his cock slipped into you with a wet noise, and he immediately groaned. his forehead was pressed against yours, eyes closed in pleasure and mouth slightly open, letting soft pants slip from his lips. “fuck, knew you’d feel amazing.” his cock slowly eased further in, the slide slick and effortless. he let out another loud groan and began rhythmically pumping his cock into you. he was leaning on his forearms, positioned on either side of you, so you got the perfect view of him. the way his face was screwed up in pleasure, abs tensing with each piston of his hips. a droplet of sweat slid down his neck, and it made you distinctly aware of how hot your own body was. how hot he felt pressed against you, how hot the space between you was.

katsuki was loud, you realized. moaning non-stop, muttering curses and praises of how good you felt. “so warm and soft,” his voice was gravelly, sounding like pure honey. even the way he fucked into you was loud, making slick sounds as he dragged his cock in and out.

you couldn’t help but watch him, mesmerized by how he looked when he was like this. you wanted to do this more often with him, wanted to be able to kiss him whenever you wanted to. thoughts racing, you dragged him into a passionate kiss.

he groaned, long and low, and you felt him adjust his position over you. the angle changed, and now each thrust felt like he was pushing into pure heat, so slick and heavenly. your moans against his lips changed, the pleasure going to your head and making you dizzy. he seemed to feel the change in the angle too, and his cock began pumping into you faster.

he slipped away from the kiss, burying his face into your neck. “shit, baby, fuck, fuck,” his voice was low but whiny, overwhelmed by the feeling of you wrapped around him. your pussy was tingling in pleasure, skin hot to the touch. you were feeling so so good, and he must’ve been more lucid than you, because suddenly there was a finger rubbing circles on your clit.

your back immediately arched, legs clamping together around his waist. moans climbing higher and more frantic, while he kept fucking into you and stimulating your clit. your breaths turned gasping, and then your orgasm washed over you. your walls tightened around him, and he immediately stilled, body tensing as he fought to not come inside you. “oh, shit,” he growled, gritting his teeth.

when your orgasm ended, he pulled out, hand wrapping around himself and pumping his cock to completion. you watched in a daze as he finished a few seconds later, cum spurting over your stomach.

he stayed leaned over you, breathing hard and gaze trained on your stomach. he stared for a few moments, unblinking. then he grabbed for your nightstand, tugging out a few tissues out of the box sitting on top. he cleaned you off carefully, pressing kisses to your neck while the tissues wiped off his cum. “thank you, baby,” he mumbled.

when he finished, he relaxed against you, still catching his breath. you were still hugging his neck, his face burrowed into your shoulder. you both breathed in the silence after, relishing in the afterglow. you ignored the anxious thoughts, the ones panicking about what this meant for you two.

a minute later, he tried to push himself up with a grunted “sorry,” but you pulled him back down, shaking your head. “let’s just lay here for a moment. please, katsuki?”

he stayed silent for a moment. like this, all you could see was the top of his blonde head of hair. you couldn’t see what face he was making, what he was thinking. “okay,” he breathed. he rolled onto his side, tugging you against his chest. “we’ll lay here for a bit.”

you pressed flush against him, cuddling as close as you could. you were sweaty and sticky, but it was better than getting up. getting up felt like leaving this behind. and you weren’t ready for that yet. “okay. thank you.”

he hummed and hugged you tighter.

your thoughts were a jumbled mess of cuddling katsuki!! and what the fuck do i say. you'd been trying to figure out how to start the conversation, but for all the times you'd made up scenarios in your head of how you'd confess, they were really passing you by right now. you'd never really come up with one for confessing after sex, the order was usually flipped, and honestly, was this even the right time to confess? you valued your relationship with katsuki a lot, and post-sex didn't feel like the clearest headspace for either of you to talk about something like that. but it would be kinda weird to just leave things like this, and—oh, was he smelling your hair?

he was squeezing you in a hug, and he'd buried his nose into your hair and started inhaling deep breaths. it felt kinda nice being hugged so tightly, but it was, admittedly, a little confusing. you couldn't see his face, but his body language was oddly tense. after another squeeze, "you need to pee." ah, yeah, that was a thing you were supposed to do after sex. you'd been a bit distracted by cuddling with him.

"oh, right," you mumbled. he didn't move to let you go, though. just stayed with his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close to him. you didn't really want to get up, you were still so unsure about what this meant for you both. but man, getting a uti would suck. and it wasn't something you could procrastinate for long. you'd waited long enough already, you probably needed to do it soon.

you gave him a goodbye squeeze in return—oh, that's why he'd been hugging you so tightly—and mentally tugged yourself away, "need to get up." after another deep breath, he let you go.

you used the bathroom on autopilot, doing your business and washing your hands while your mind whirled. when you opened the door again, katsuki was half-dressed and slowly picking his shirt up off your floor. "oh, are you leaving?"

he paused, head lifting at the sound of your voice. the moment his gaze landed on your naked body, though, he was immediately looking in a completely different direction, eyes darting to find something else that could occupy his vision. "i, uhm—" he cleared his throat. his eyes settled on the shirt in his hands. "…guess so." he was staring at his shirt like it was a foreign object, like he hadn't realized he was holding it.

silence lingered between you two for a few moments. you watched quietly, doing your best to interpret his body language with all the knowledge you'd compiled after being his best friend for so long. "you guess?"

"yeah."

you picked your discarded clothes up off the floor, pulling them on so he could at least look at you straight. "i'd been hoping you'd stay for a little."

he reflexively looked back up at you when you said that. your eyes met, and you watched as he shifted shyly on his feet. he made a sound of acknowledgement, but couldn't seem to find the words to say anything else.

you sat down on the edge of your bed, watching him fidget. "katsuki? are you okay?" he seemed confused, startled, uncomfortable—nothing quite felt like the right word.

he grunted and roughly carded a hand through his hair. "i'm—mmf," he dragged his hand down his face in frustration. his voice came out gruff, "'m not tryin' to run."

"what?"

he leaned against your desk, turning to face you. "it looks like i'm running. 'm not."

that didn't really provide much clarification. you could make guesses, but that was it. "…okay," you spoke slowly, confused. "i still don't understand."

"we just had sex."

was his brain rebooting or something? "yes, i know, katsuki. i'm still processing that, too. what're you dodging around? i don't—what?"

he blinked. "shit, sorry," he grunted. he took a breath, visibly reorganizing his thoughts. "i didn't come to your dorm expecting to have sex."

you nodded, "right." it would've been weird if he did, since you hadn't done anything like that with each other before.

he nodded back. "i don't want us to be friends with benefits."

"good, i don't either."

his lips pursed. "good." he looked down, staring at the shirt in his hands again. "'sides that…" he sighed, face scrunching up in thought. "i… i need a little time. before we continue this conversation," his voice was low, the words all enunciated carefully.

"oh." huh. that's what he'd been trying to say. you nodded slowly, "okay, we can do that. you'll tell me when you're ready?"

he relaxed the moment you agreed, shoulders loosening as he inhaled a needed breath of air. "yeah," he responded immediately. he quickly pulled on his shirt, then stepped up to where you sat on the bed. he leaned down and pulled you into a hug, "you're still my best friend," he mumbled.

your arms wrapped around his neck. "you're mine too."

then just as quickly, he backed away, heading for the door. "i'll bring you food later."

you watched him go, a little stunned by that whirlwind of a conversation. "okay, bye."

and the door clicked shut.

"what's up with you and bakugou?"

you startled at the sudden voice right next to you, hands accidentally flinging droplets of soapy water into the air. you scrambled to catch the airborne bowl you'd been washing, breathing a sigh of relief when you managed to grasp a hold of it. your head swiveled to look at mina, "what?"

she grinned, snickering. "sorry, didn't mean to scare 'ya." she leaned over the counter next to the sink, voice intentionally low so it didn't travel. the common room was busy—most of the class was hanging out down here today. "i said, what's up with you and bakugou?"

you gave her a confused look and resumed washing. "what do you mean?" to your knowledge, you guys weren't acting that different. it'd only been a few days, and you still talked like normal, sat together at lunch, hung out in class. maybe you weren't hanging out as much outside of class as you usually did, but katsuki had been really busy lately. he'd been having tutoring sessions with kirishima, and meal prepping, and—

"c'mon, it's so obvious," she rolled her eyes. "i mean, maybe you're acting normal, but bakugou's definitely not."

you glanced up again, "huh? how?"

she leaned her head on her hand. "he's not making time for you like he usually does."

confused look.

"ugh, c'mon!! surely you know he does this??" but obviously you didn't, going by the look on your face. "bakugou always has time for you. if you ask to hang out, he's free, even when he isn't." she glanced over her shoulder at the table where katsuki was tutoring kirishima. kaminari was also nearby, claiming he was "learning too", but was clearly mostly there for the opportunity to ragebait katsuki. "when he plans out his week, you're like, top prio. he'll plan everything else around you."

top priority? you didn't know he did that. but thinking about it now, he was always free when you asked to hang out. "he does that?"

instead of answering you, she turned and called for uraraka. "ochako, can you c'mere for a sec?"

uraraka looked up from the sofa, quickly abandoning the game she'd been playing. she scampered over, "what's up?"

"quick question, just give your genuine answer. have you noticed bakugou acting differently?"

uraraka hummed, then almost immediately lit up. "oh my gosh, yes, i have! i was just thinking about it earlier," she grinned and leaned in closer, excited to share the gossip. "he's stopped ditching his plans just so he can hang out with y/n, right?"

mina's expression said that was exactly what she'd been looking for. "yes! i was just trying to say that, but y/n hasn't noticed it."

uraraka's gaze turned to you. "oh, he definitely does it. he's been doing it since, like, the beginning of november, right?" she looked back at mina, then. "i remember noticing it around that time."

november? it was february, now. had he really been doing that for three months without you picking up on it?

mina shook her head. "september, i think. he went to visit his parents one weekend and when he came back he started doing it."

september?? five months? wait, wasn't that when you went to his house for the first time? you two had bought snacks together, then went back to his house and built lego sets while watching movies. you had a really fun time, and you ended up having to stay over in their guest room since it was too late to go home alone.

uraraka's eyebrows shot up. "seriously?! i had no idea!"

"yeah, think so."

"wow!" uraraka was so animated, reacting with her whole body in amazement. "that's like—wow!"

mina gave you a look, see?

uraraka snickered, "hey, he's not that obvious about it. but i guess i don't spend as much time with him as you guys do." she looked over at you, smiling. "i dunno, maybe he's really subtle about it in front of you."

mina rolled her eyes. "definitely," she drawled sarcastically. "alright, thank you, ochako. that's all i needed," she waved uraraka away with a big grin. uraraka returned it, leaving with a soft "good luck!"

mina turned to you expectantly, clearly waiting for your reaction.

"oh."

she huffed, lips quirking. "yeah, 'oh.' you see what i mean now?" she crossed her arms. "it's usually not that big of a deal, really. it's more like—" she hummed, thinking of the best way to describe it. "—he'll just be doing something down here, or outside, and he'll suddenly decide to leave, and we later find out he went to your room. i don't think most people notice he does it."

her finger traced random swirls on the counter contemplatively. "i guess i shouldn't assume it's him. i don't know if it's actually you who stopped asking to hang out. i just know that he's been in the common room an awful lot lately." she leaned closer, trying to get just a little bit more privacy to ask her question, "so? are you guys, like, good? did you have an argument? is it serious?"

"uhm—"

"you don't have to tell me any details if you don't want to, i'm just concerned, y'know? 'cuz you guys are my friends and honestly it's kinda weird seeing you two like this."

you blinked. "…it's not an argument." you glanced over at katsuki. "and it's nothing bad. i think."

"so something did happen?"

"yeah, kinda." katsuki looked up from his textbook, eyes instinctively finding yours. you looked away. "sorry, mina. i don't think i should tell you much about it right now. maybe another time."

"it's alright," she reassured, her gaze trained on you. you could both feel katsuki staring at your backs. she watched your facial expressions carefully, like she was reading your soul. and maybe she was, "i get it. good luck with whatever it is. i'm here if you need me." then she grinned and ran off to join the table, already starting to poke fun at katsuki with kaminari.

you watched the sudsy water trickle over the sides of the bowl in your hold, listening silently to the loud bickering. you were too aware of the way the dish felt in your hands, the way the soap was starting to dry out your skin.

you breathed in a deep breath, and started to rinse off the bowl.

if it wasn't for the hickey sitting on your collarbone, you almost could've convinced yourself you had been imagining the whole thing. that you and katsuki hadn't had sex, that he hadn't been avoiding you the past five days, that he hadn't said some very vague things you were trying very hard not to read into.

was he really avoiding you?

it was hard to find another word for it, but "avoid" also wasn't the word you wanted to use. he just needed a little space and time to think, like he'd said, and you were proud of every bit of progress he made in (calmly) advocating for himself and processing his emotions, so of course, you were fine with it. it was leagues better than he'd been when you first started UA, for sure.

didn't necessarily make it any easier to not overthink, though. you really couldn't stop, actually.

he didn't want to be friends with benefits, he'd said that. but he was into you enough to be down for sex—a notion which had your thoughts skittering every time it came up. and why the hell did he even need time to think? you were really trying not to get your hopes up, even if it felt like all the signs were pointing to the same thing.

oh, and you kept catching katsuki staring at you. sometimes in class, sometimes in the common room—whenever you two were in the same room together. and sometimes he'd look away, and sometimes he wouldn't.

like now.

both hero classes were going through team exercises, and you and katsuki had both already gone. your teams were sat in the observation area, watching the others through the big screens in front of you. katsuki was across the area, leaning against a wall.

you'd caught him staring at you maybe five seconds ago, and he hadn't moved at all—besides a quick few blinks, which told you he wasn't spacing out, like you'd first thought. no, instead, his red eyes were boring straight into you, holding eye contact unflinchingly.

you couldn't help but start to squirm a little, glancing away then back again. you looked confused, like there was an imaginary question mark above your head. katsuki's lips quirked a little, into a satisfied smirk. and then he finally looked away, to midoriya, who had just started talking to him.

what fucking planet were you on? was katsuki just flirting with you? via eye contact?

flirting that way felt so fucking juvenile in the moment, but your heart was undeniably thumping faster in your chest. your hand covered your face as you turned away from him, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

right, so, add "odd eye contact flirting" to the list of confusing things katsuki had done recently. it was yet another clue pointing to the very obvious conclusion that he liked you back.

but… what were you meant to do with that? normally, you'd figure you should just ask him out, but he'd explicitly asked for some time to think. should you just wait longer? but it'd already been five days, maybe you should check in? you weren't sure, but you were getting antsy.

in the end, you decided you were worrying about it too much, and you needed to relax. so, that weekend, that's what you did.

you took a long, hot shower, spent extra time putting on lotion, checking over your nails, everything. you grabbed some cut-up fruit from the kitchen, plopped down on your freshly washed bed sheets, and settled in to watch one of your favorite shows. it was nice, and quiet, and private.

until around an hour in, anyway. your fruit was long since gone, and you were left laying in your pajamas, watching the show on your laptop. your mind was starting to drift, guiding itself back to the very topic you were trying to avoid.

katsuki hadn't been in the common room any of the times you'd been down there, earlier in the day. not when you washed your bedsheets, not when you ate lunch, not when you grabbed a snack after your shower. but, thinking about katsuki now, you weren't nervous like you'd been all week. you felt more relaxed, just curiously wondering where he was. maybe your de-stressing time was helping.

the door creaked open suddenly, and you quickly moved to tap the space bar on your laptop, the sound of the characters onscreen abruptly cutting off as you glanced up. speak of the devil, katsuki was standing in your doorway. figures.

"are you doing anything right now?" he spoke casually, like nothing different was happening between you two. somehow, it felt both perfectly appropriate and completely wrong.

"uh, i was just relaxing. watching a show."

he leaned against the wall, pushing his hands into his pockets. "have you eaten? i made dinner."

"oh, um—" your eyes darted to the empty bowl on your nightstand. the fruit hadn't been very filling, and it'd been an hour ago, so you could go for a full meal now. some part of you felt a little stubborn, not wanting to abandon your plans just because he asked you to. but, katsuki was really good at cooking. and he was finally coming to you after kind-of-avoiding-but-not-really-avoiding you the past few days. and maybe you missed him, more than just a little.

"…sure, i could eat," you agreed, pushing your laptop back so you could get out of bed. "did you want to eat here? or your room, maybe the common room…?"

he shook his head, "outside."

outside? it was nice out, but it was still february. katsuki hated being cold. "outside?"

"yeah." he stood up from the wall, padding back to the still open door. "c'mon."

you pushed yourself up from the bed quickly, stumbling over to your closet. "okay, okay, just let me put on some warmer clothes first."

he watched you go, eyes darting down to your pajamas when you mentioned clothes. he hummed and stepped out, shutting the door so you could change.

and soon enough, you and katsuki were slipping on your shoes and stepping outside. it was chilly out, but not too bad. you'd only grabbed a coat to keep you warm, but katsuki was fully decked out in multiple layers, with a jacket thrown over a hoodie, and presumably a shirt underneath. you watched him heft the bag with the food higher on his shoulder as he started down the steps. you quickly joined him, falling into stride next to him. he was taller than you, so his stride was longer, but he was careful to keep the pace comfortable for you.

neither of you said anything for a little while. katsuki seemed absorbed in whatever he was thinking, staring unblinkingly ahead, so it was left to you to make conversation. "what'd you make?"

he blinked and glanced at you, returning from his journey inside his head. "curry."

you made a soft oh, nodding and humming. "so, uh, why outside?"

"there's too many people around the dorms."

so he probably was trying to continue your conversation. but it was odd that katsuki was insisting, now, that you go somewhere different. people hardly ever bothered you two when you were hanging out in one of your dorm rooms.

"fair enough," you agreed, looking ahead to try to guess where he was taking you. but after a few seconds of squinting, you weren't really having any luck, "where—" you cut off as he suddenly stopped, brows furrowed and lips set in a tight frown. "katsuki?"

"did you feel that?" he asked, looking up at the sky and holding out a hand to feel for rain.

you followed his gaze, noticing the darkening clouds. "uh—" a raindrop landed on your face. "oh. yeah."

he groaned, brushing his hand through his hair. "fucking rain, it ruins everything," he grumbled to himself. he sighed and tugged his hood over his head. you could already see the rain starting to fall faster, hitting the ground with soft plips. "you wanna go back?"

your eyes landed on him the moment you heard the disappointment in his voice. he was staring at you blankly, waiting to see if you wanted to leave, but his shoulders had slumped. you weren't eager to get caught in the rain, but you'd been really excited to get to share a meal with him, and hopefully clear everything up between you. and he was obviously attached to whatever he'd had planned. "…it's okay," you decided. "we could eat under one of the picnic shelters." if you headed back now, you'd probably get drenched anyway.

he blinked quickly in surprise, clearly not having expected that. he coughed, looking down and away. "right," he nodded to himself. he slipped the bag of food off his shoulder, holding it out for you to take. "i gotta go get something," he offered in explanation.

"oh," you took the bag carefully. "okay. i'll meet you there, then." you stepped back, towards the smaller offshoot path that led to a pavilion.

"yeah," he mumbled, watching you. he heaved a long breath in, then turned and started down the path again.

the rain was really coming down, now. you guys were lucky you'd been in the park section of the campus—cover was readily available. or, you were lucky. katsuki, not so much, given that he hadn't come back yet.

you were sat at a table under the pavilion, with one box of food in front of you and the other across from you. the pavilion was large enough you wouldn't get hit with any rain, which you were grateful for. the rain droplets pattered loudly against the roof, rolling off and forming puddles on the pavement.

you were getting distracted watching a tree wave in the wind when the light splash of footsteps finally reached your ears. katsuki stood just under the pavilion, soaked head to toe and panting softly from running. what drew your attention, though, was the bouquet in his hands. the paper was drenched, and so were the flowers, but—katsuki had flowers. you stared wordlessly at the beautiful bouquet, heart stuttering in your chest as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening.

katsuki cleared his throat. "this went different in my head," he pursed his lips, staring down at the bouquet. his fingers gently played with the paper, accidentally ripping it a little. he winced. "we were supposed to eat first. and there was supposed to be less water. but…" he sighed, trailing off.

he flipped his hood down, shaking his hair loose. his eyes found yours, and all you could do was stare as he started talking. "when we had sex last saturday, i had to leave because that wasn't how i wanted to tell you." his voice came out straightforward and confident, despite how much his plans had been derailed. "you deserve better than a shitty post-sex confession. so, i'm telling you now."

he breathed in deep, needing the air. "i like you, a lot. i have for months. you're the person i pick to spend all of my free time with, and…" he stepped forward, holding the bouquet out towards you. "let me take you on a date. please."

your eyes darted from his face down to the bouquet, then back up again. this was what you'd suspected, but it was hitting you now that this was real, and he meant it. an uncontainable grin formed on your face, the kind that made your cheeks hurt. you quickly scrambled up from the bench, gently taking the bouquet from him. "i'd love that."

he couldn't suppress the way his lips quirked, looking down as he processed. you carefully set the bouquet on the table, and stepped forward into his space. your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a hug. his hands immediately found your cheeks, tilting your face up towards him. he was grinning wide and big now, completely uninhibited. "can i kiss you?"

you nodded, and his lips pressed softly against yours. it was long and slow, his thumbs gently brushing over your face. the way he kissed you stole your breath away, completely overwhelmed by how long you'd been wanting this. your thoughts had gone quiet, everything in you was focused on the shared joy you both felt. it felt cliché to say, but it really felt like the whole world had just dropped away, and left only you and him.

when he pulled away, you both just grinned at each other, all silly. "curry?"

notes -> THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE & SUPPORT ON MY P1!!!!! I HOPE THIS LIVED UP TO THE WAIT I SHED BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS WORKING ON THIS!!! comments and reblogs appreciated!! my inbox is open!! and special thanks to everyone who wanted to be tagged. cannot believe so many of u liked my fic that much :') this taglist is wild to me

you move closer, sit across from him on the couch. you're not even trying to hide how hard you're staring at him. and he can't help it, he cracks, "what?" he suddenly addresses you.

and you hardly react, blinking slow. "you just look really good." your eyes drag up and down his body, unabashedly checking him out. he's not really in anything special, just sweats and an old tee—his normal choice of loungewear. but he doesn't need to be in something special to make you crazy.

katsuki's cheeks go pink. he's blushing bad now, trying to keep a lid on the bubbling pot of shyness and fluster inside him. he used to think he was good at the whole flirting thing, until he met you. his brain just turns to mush when you're in his proximity. the first time you made a move on him, he got tongue tied so bad he couldn't even respond at first. he's lucky you thought he was cute.

he doesn't know what to say. "'m not even doing anything," yeah, he's fumbling. he crosses his arms over his chest in an attempt to—look more intimidating? nonchalant? soothe the embarrassment? he's coping.

but instead of doing any of that, he just accentuates his biceps in a way that has you drooling. you groan, rubbing a hand over your face. "well, i think, i'm gonna get you pregnant."

mm, you're joking, but he's in danger. "you're so weird," he grumbles, pushing off the couch and fleeing to the kitchen. he just needs a little hydration to calm down, to handle the inevitable hurricane named you coming his way. yeah.

he sets about getting a drink of water, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and padding over to the sink to fill it. but as he's lifting the cup to his lips to drink, he feels your hands slip under his clothes. he startles, not realizing you were behind him. you press up against his back, one hand tapping its fingers against his abs while the other rubs over his bulge through his boxers. "woman," he growls in faux frustration. he's careful, now, to not drop the cup. "what the hell," his free hand grips the wrist of the arm you've shoved down his pants for stability.

you just giggle and grin, peeking around his side. "you're gonna cum so hard you're not going to wanna walk tomorrow." he doesn't know whether he should be excited or fearing for his life.

you quickly pull your hand out just to spit on it, then it's slipping under his boxers and wrapping around his thickening cock. he jolts, and he has to set aside his cup because he's sure he's going to drop it and send water splashing all over his clothes.

you're evil, gripping him with almost the right amount of pressure and slowly sliding your slick hand up and down. you're teasing. "c'mon," you whine, but you're still grinning. "want me to?"

and something about you just always makes him fold so quick. he's flustered and stubborn, but you're looking at him, all pretty with your stupid, pretty eyes and stupid, pretty smile. "mm," he grunts, still too shy to outwardly admit it. his hips gently buck into your hand.

you laugh at him, and he groans when you grip him tighter. his body feels like it's on fire, and you make it worse with the way you crowd closer to him. you slip his bottoms down so his cock pops out, and now you're both watching as your hand slides over it. "you got hard so fast," you tease.

"shut up," he's groaning, but now you're in his ear with your stupid, pretty voice, and he's shakily exhaling as your fingers play with the flushed head of his cock. he's fighting not to start desperately rutting into your hand.

"i wanna see you fuck my hand." never mind, you want him to. he'll always give you what you want.

his thrusts start slow, and he leans back into you as his hips begin pumping into your grip. it feels good. you hum in approval, and he can't take his eyes off your face. your eyes are dark and your lips are spread into a little, amused grin. the way you're looking at him has him grunting and fucking faster. "yeah, like that, katsuki." why the hell is your voice so pretty? he's fucking leaking.

"i could be fucking you right now and instead you want this shit," he growls. he doesn't get it. your hand is amazing, don't get him wrong, but he likes making you feel good, too.

you just laugh at him and start pumping his cock in time with his thrusts. "shit," he quietly exhales, eyes slipping closed.

his body is buzzing, tingling with pleasure in that way he knows means his orgasm is close. he grips the edge of the sink as he leans forward, focusing in on fucking your fist. you know just the right tempo to get him off, and he's feeling so good, and he's so close.

but just before he's about to cum, you pull your hand away. he startles from the lack of friction, shifting on his feet as his cock pulses uncomfortably from the ruined orgasm. his head whips around and you're met with a hard glare. "you little asshole."

you snicker and go back to the living room, just leaving him standing in front of the sink with his cock out, flushed and hard.

you shivered at the feeling of him suckling on your clit, exhaling shaky breaths from the stimulation. your head lolled back as you tried to relax into it, staring half-lidded up at your ceiling. but katsuki immediately drew back, turning to the side and nipping at your thighs. "watch me," even ignoring the meaning of his words, the gravelly sound in his voice would've demanded your attention anyway.

he harshly sucked a hickey into your thigh while he watched your head loll back around. you were so wet now that you were a little worried about your slick getting on your rug. but as you felt it start to dribble down, he quickly dipped down and licked it up, bringing himself back up to your pussy.

he teased up to your clit, sucked, then pulled back again. he let his hot breath ghost over your pussy as he hovered in front of it, slowly moving further down. your legs squirmed in anticipation, but he kept them firmly open. his thumbs spread your pussy wider, and his tongue finally connected with your hole.

he groaned in arousal as his tongue pushed into you, your pussy clenching around him. his left hand skirted up to your abdomen, slipping under your shirt to press gently against your bladder. he rubbed the heel of his palm into it while he licked into you. you whimpered at the feeling, biting back a louder mewl.

he continuously licked into you, sloppily eating you out like he couldn't get enough. his eyes had slipped closed and if it wasn't for his hand on your stomach you could've been convinced he'd completely forgotten you were there, totally distracted by the heat between your legs. the stimulation radiated outward from your pussy in thick waves, limbs shaking and weak. your head was feeling a little fuzzy from the shuddering breaths you were taking.

you moved down onto your elbows, exhaling moans that were 90% breath. you shifted to lean on one arm while your other hand found its way into his hair, clenching tight. his eyes fluttered open as you started to grind into his face, using your hand as leverage. his eyes were blown wide and glassy, his cheeks red. he moaned as he let you ride his face, watching you use him to get off. your own sounds of pleasure spilled from your lips as your hips rutted against his mouth, but before you could reach your peak, he stopped you.

his hand on your thigh pushed your hips down, keeping you still while the other moved up higher and pressed down on your ribcage. you let him push you down, collapsing down on the rug. he tilted your hips up a little, slipping his tongue back in with new fervor. "you taste so fucking good," he rumbled. you jolted a little from the sound of his voice—he'd been so quiet with his mouth occupied, hearing him startled you. his voice was even rougher than before, raspy with arousal and need.

both of your hands slipped into his hair this time, pushing him further into you while your hips bucked in tandem with his tongue. his right hand found your clit, circling gently but quickly, while his other hand slipped two fingers inside you alongside his tongue. he watched you as the pleasure in your body climbed higher and higher, holding eye contact with you without distraction.

everything was hot, and wet, and tingly, and so sensitive from the way he'd been licking you, it didn't take long before you were sent over the edge. your back arched sharply, your thighs clamped around his head, and your walls spasmed around him as your orgasm washed through you. gasping breaths fell from your lips as your body locked up, twitching in pleasure.

when you came down, he was still there, just watching you. he gently pulled away, careful not to overstimulate you. you must've gotten creamy on him, because there was creamy white on the corner of his lips. but just as quickly as you noticed it, he swiped his tongue over it, licking it up. the painful shock of heat you felt from that action made your legs jump.

"that was hot as fuck," he said, sitting up and leaning over you.

you heaved heavy, exhausted breaths. you couldn't find the words to respond for a few moments, completely dazed. your hand carded into the front of your hair, brushing it out of your face.

eventually, you settled on, "fuck off." because why the hell was he so good at that?

notes -> right so i make this very quickly and easily but it takes me 5 weeks to write the p2. yes of course. LMAO but anyway, nonnie i figure u really liked the other fic and wanted to see more which i rly appreciate!! but did want to apologize i didn't write more or incorporate much of the ovulation,, anytime i tried my brain just autopilot filled in what happened in the first fic. since the premise was the same i had a hard time thinking of other ideas LOL but maybe thats bc ive been thinking about it for a month straight...

he shook his head, "no. same as usual." he held your arm, soothingly thumbing your skin. "have you been awake all night?"

"if your alarm's the normal time, then yeah, i have."

you sounded quietly frustrated, almost resigned. it made katsuki's heart ache. he sighed, lifting his hand to gently brush his fingers through your hair. "it seems like it's getting worse."

"it might be," you mumbled, staring blankly into the gap between you. it definitely wasn't getting better, you at least knew that.

"we should go to the doctor again."

you sharply exhaled through your nose, brows slightly furrowed in frustration. "maybe," you weren't gonna shut down the idea. "i feel like that's the logical thing to do. but last time they didn't listen at all."

katsuki remembered that day. you'd come home from your appointment very upset. katsuki had quietly listened while you explained what happened, doing his best to soothe you. "i know, hun."

he cradled your jaw, gently lifting your face to look at him. "i'll find you a new doctor. and i'll go with you this time, too."

you stared at him silently for a few moments. "…okay," you quietly agreed.

he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, smoothing your hair away from your face. "i love you, baby," he murmured against your skin. he pulled you into him, cradling you close. "i've got you."

you snuggled close, pressing your face into his neck. "don't you need to get up?"

he hummed softly. "no, you need me right now. so 'm gonna stay."

you blinked, processing. "okay." you relaxed against him. "i love you too."