Katsuki was absolutely heartbroken after finding out his little girl was having trouble socialising and making friends at school. He was mad at himself for not figuring it out sooner, but there were barely any signs. She was so excited to start school, skipping around in her lil uniform the night prior, trying on her school bag for the millionth time and asking him to help her put charms and keychains on it.
She was happy when he picked her up from school on her first day. In week two, she asked him to pack her extra lunch to share with her friends, but the lunch came home with only her portion finished. She told him her friends weren't hungry, and he brushed it off, not knowing there were no friends.
In week three, she asked him to buy her a DIY bracelet kit, and he got it for her, thinking she wanted to give them to her classmates, but he had no idea it was a desperate friendship offering from her side.
In week four, she wasn't excited to go to school anymore. She stopped packing her bag, pouted when he woke her up, and then one day, he found all the friendship bracelets she spent hours making inside her pencil case. That's when he caught on—his little girl was lonely.
That day, he decided to pick her up earlier than usual to surprise her. He stood by the window outside the playroom, searching for a spiky little head amongst the group of kids, but then his eyes fell on a girl sitting at the table, aggressively colouring pages. The sight made his heartstrings snap in two. His baby girl, so excited to make friends at school, dancing around his legs with stars in her eyes, was sitting all alone, only looking up when the teacher checked on her.
Katsuki never had trouble making friends at her age. He was a magnet that attracted the other kids, and so he was always surrounded by people, bathing in their attention and praise, but his girl was not the same. She wasn't boastful and overflowing with pride like he was, and he thanked God she didn't turn out like him, but took after her mom instead. However, she did not deserve this. She deserved to be in that circle of kids, laughing and playing with them.
He didn't realise he had tears in his eyes until the classroom door opened. It was the teacher. He blinked twice and swallowed thickly, glaring at the woman, "Why is my daughter sitting alone in a corner?"
"Well..." The teacher looked at her through the window. "The other kids avoid her. I've tried including her with them several times, but they end up moving away from her."
"Isn't it your job to make sure that doesn't happen?" His jaw tightened as he tried not to lash out. "It sucks seein' her sittin' there left out like that when she stayed up way past her bedtime just to make the class friendship bracelets. She was so excited to start school, and now she doesn't even want to hear that word."
"She made the class friendship bracelets?" She asked, surprised. "But she never gave out any."
Katsuki sighed and looked at his daughter again. How was it that she was a carbon copy of him, yet her behaviour was the complete opposite? "Why do the kids avoid her?"
"Uhm-" The teacher looked at him awkwardly, making him raise an eyebrow. "It's you."
"The hell did I do?!"
"Nothing, Mr Bakugo, it's just that the kids see you on television and assume your daughter is the same. I suppose she intimidates them."
His little butterfly. Intimidating? What a joke.
He clicked his tongue and walked past the teacher, entering the classroom. As soon as his presence was noted, the laughter and giggles died down until one of the kids yelled his name, and they all started assembling around him. But his eyes remained on his daughter. She was smiling now, grinning ear to ear as she shoved her crayons in her bag.
"Papa!" She ran up to him, hugging his leg.
"Hello, princess." He knelt and kissed her hair, glancing at the children staring at him wide-eyed. He looked at his daughter again, pretending he was unaware of the bracelets he'd seen in her pencil case, "Did you give your classmates the friendship bracelets you made?"
"You made us friendship bracelets?!" A girl screeched excitedly, and his daughter hid behind his arm, nodding.
"Hey, I wanna see!"
"That's so cool, where are they?!"
She looked up at him with twinkling eyes, and he smiled at her. She took off her backpack and pulled out her pencil case. She emptied it on the play table and watched her classmates pick their bracelets, clutching her skirt shyly as her peers thanked her.
Katsuki stood there proudly, watching her exchange bracelets with one of the girls. He patiently waited for the two to finish talking before it was time to wave goodbye. She could barely walk straight as he held her hand on their way to the car.
"Guess what, Papa? I made a new friend! Her name is Maya!" She exclaimed, showing him her wrist with the new bracelet as if he hadn't been watching.
"Yes, I saw. That's good." He pinched her cheek and helped her into the backseat, fastening her seat belt. He kept checking her in the rearview mirror the entire ride home. The stars in her eyes were back again, and he could finally sleep easily knowing his little girl would be fine.
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Katsuki likes it when you're mean to him. Of course, he loves seeing you happy, smiling and laughing, but fuck, seeing you snarky, narrow-eyed and bratty does something else to him. Sometimes he annoys you on purpose. He copies your actions till you finally notice, quickly pockets your phone to make you think you lost it, or gently pokes your sides till it pisses you off. He smirks devilishly when you snap at him and push his face aside.
He’ll follow you around, telling you to stop being such a brat and keep your smart mouth shut. You’ll dig your accusing finger into his chest, roll your pretty, angry eyes at him, and he has to bite his lip to contain the filthy thoughts in his head.
Hours later, when he’s made you smile again by presenting you an unreasonably big bouquet of flowers and brownies, he’s locked up in the low light of your bathroom while you nap. His back is against the door, his shirt pulled up between his teeth, his belt unbuckled, and his jeans pooling on the floor around his legs. His breathing is short as he tries to contain a groan or a whimper, his abs tense. His eyes are closed, skin flushed, adam’s apple bobbing as images of your big, angry eyes flash in his mind.
Oh, what if you got mad at him and went down on him instead, so he wouldn’t have to use his fist? Just the very thought forces him to slow down so he doesn't come undone too quickly, but it’s impossible because all he can think about is stuffing that smart mouth of yours. He throws his head back and bites his fist to drown a sinful groan, muscles twitching. He stops, breathing slowly, shoulders moving up and down, and clarity hits him again.
He stares at the mess he’s made on your tiles and curses. After scrubbing your floor and cleaning up, he falls onto the bed beside you, admiring your sleeping face before falling asleep with his arm over you.
You’re tucked under two fluffy blankets with a hot water bottle, waiting for your personal heater—your boyfriend Katsuki—to finish brushing his teeth and join you. He’ll rip off a blanket before he gets in beside you because he gets too hot during the night, but you don’t mind since he keeps you warm and toasty. You hide your nose beneath the covers and rub your feet together, still chilly despite the layers.
Katsuki walks into the bedroom and gives you a little smirk, aware you’ve been waiting for him. He peels off one of the blankets and gets in beside you. You snuggle into the warmth of his chest immediately while he sets his alarms. When he turns his back to you to put his phone on the side table, you bring your knees to your chest, and slip your cold feet under his shirt, pressing your toes to his back.
He screams and falls off the bed, tearing his eyes as you, “What the fuck?! That was cold!”
“Come here, my feet are still freezing.” You pout.
“Keep yer damn toes away from me!”
“Fine, fine. Just get in.”
He crawls into bed, eyeing you suspiciously. Just like he expected, you threaten to attack him with your cold feet again, and he catches your legs before you can touch him. With a goofy grin, he puts his entire body weight on you while you slap his back in protest.
“What?” He smiles mischievously. “Did you not want me to warm you up?”
“Get off, fatty!” You yell. He rolls off you and pulls you flush into his chest, kissing your temple before resting his chin on your head. His legs wrap around you, holding onto you like you’re his personal body pillow.
“Better?” He mumbles, shutting his eyes. You nod silently and bury your nose into his neck.
When you started dating Tamaki, you did not expect him to be the one to initiate the kiss, and you never tried kissing him either, because, like him, you, too, were shy to stir anything new. So when he asked you the question, it was as if someone had struck you with a bat.
"Huh?" You lifted your head from his chest, the plot of the movie you were watching flying over your head.
"It's okay if you don't want to…" He mumbled, the tips of his elf-like ears beet red.
You stared into his dark indigo eyes, suddenly aware of how close you were to his face. Your hand was still on his chest, the beating organ behind his ribs reminding you of the panic he was in. Your face heated up, voice shaky, "What did you just say?"
"I said… can we kiss?" He repeated nervously. His shoulders relaxed when you slowly nodded.
He shifted under the blankets, moving his hands from your waist to your cheeks, eyes darting all across your face. He lowered his lips to yours and gently pushed into you, closing his eyes. He stayed still for a few seconds, feeling like a shock of electricity had just restarted the rhythm of his heart.
He pulled back to check your reaction and found that you were just as starstruck as he was. He smiled to himself and tucked some hair behind your ear, happy he finally got to do the one thing that had been eating away at his mind for the past few months.
He was about to turn his face to the screen again, but you grabbed his collar and pulled him down again, tilting your head to give him another kiss. His eyes remained wide as saucers, while yours were shut tight, lips frozen on his as you both were unsure of what to do next.
His posture loosened, and he wrapped his arms around you, falling back into the couch, his head hitting a cushion. You giggled against his lips, and he could only grin as you peppered the rest of his face with little kisses, giving him a few on the corners of his mouth.
He admired your bashful face when you paused, thumb brushing your lower lip. He pulled you into his chest again and kissed the top of your head.
"We should do that more often." You said, cheek mushed against his sternum.
On your daughter's first day of kindergarten, Katsuki told her to keep her distance from the boys, or she'd contract their infectious disease, and she listened because papa is never wrong. You get a complaint from her teacher on the very same day, saying she wouldn't let any of the boys come near her. You go to scold Katsuki for it, but he's already holding her in his arms, spinning her and kissing her cheek, congratulating her for not contracting the infectious and stinky little boy disease.
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Katsuki, who is afraid of kissing you even though you’re his girlfriend.
You’d be lying if you said you never daydreamed about your first kiss with your boyfriend of two months, Katsuki. Even though he was unexpectedly gentle, you always expected your first kiss with him to be rough—not because of his rugged edges, but the glint in his eyes.
Sometimes, you caught him staring from a quiet corner as you talked to friends. The hunger in his eyes felt like invisible hands pushing you back, roaming your body, and stealing the air out of your lungs. Each time, he’d slowly look away, his knee bouncing.
It made you wonder why he never tried initiating anything. Why didn’t he lean in and kiss you when his eyes flicked down to your lips for barely a heartbeat? Why did he simply clench his jaw and look away? You never understood until last night when he walked you home.
He was holding your hand, your bag slung over his shoulder, because you claimed it was too heavy. He had joked about how it weighed twenty kilograms with a sassy roll of his eyes, followed by an idiotic grin when you smiled at him. He listened to you talk about your week and told you about his when you asked. You could tell he was invested in the crazy stories you told him from work when he muttered curses at your silly coworkers and raised an eyebrow at something concerning.
Your footsteps slowed down as your building came into view. Silence fell between the two of you, save for the click of your heels against the pavement and the crickets singing their song. You stopped in front of your building and looked at him with a smile, “Thanks for the night.”
“Yeah.” He replied.
You stood awkwardly as he held on to your hand, staring back at him. He had zoned out with his eyes fixed on you, your handbag still on his shoulder.
“Uh... so, my bag?” You asked, feeling yourself grow warm under his gaze.
His ears flushed red instantly. He dropped your hand, sliding your bag off his shoulder and holding it out for you. He wanted to say something—anything—but he was suddenly too aware of how pretty you looked under the low light, the way your hair sat, and how much he loved that dress on you. Something in gravity had shifted, and he found himself itching to take a step forward. He couldn’t hide the desire to feel your lips any longer. It was the sort of feeling that did not go away once it came, making the airy heavy.
“Why don’t you do it if you want to so badly?” You muttered, adjusting the strap of your bag.
Katsuki froze. Visibly froze. A wire in his brain had fried at your words. Was he that obvious? He tried to formulate a proper sentence, but all that came out was a broken string of words. “I– what do you m–”
You tried to suppress a smile and failed miserably. You had brought him down to a stuttering mess with just a question. He looked like he was going to explode on the spot. He took a step forward, closing the distance between you.
“Can– may I?” His voice cracked.
“Yes.” You nodded shyly. With how fast he moved his head, you thought he’d come crashing into you and send you into the pillar behind you, but no.
The world around you went quiet. There was barely any pressure as his lips brushed yours—just him, warmth, a gentle whisper, and unexpected tenderness. His hands holding your face shook as if he was scared the moment would vanish. You held his hands to keep them from shaking. His shoulders relaxed, his hands falling onto your waist, savouring the way your lips felt against his—soft against his rough ones.
He pulled away, his pulse so fast, he felt like blood would come spraying out of his jugular. His thumb brushed your cheek, and he stared at you in disbelief. Had he really just kissed you?
“What took you so long?” You whispered as he held you, your own heart racing against his.
“I was—” a pause as he tucked hair behind your hair, taking a shaky breath, “Scared.”
Bakugo Katsuki admitting to being afraid of kissing you was not something you thought you’d ever hear. You tilted your head, and he let out an awkward laugh. “I mean, fuck, you make me so goddamn nervous when you look at me with those eyes, and I can’t do anything about it. I don’t know. I was scared you’d get the ick if I moved too fast. I want to do it right with you.”
There was a pause in the air, Katsuki’s words hanging between you two. You finally smiled widely, holding his hands, “You don’t give me the ick, Katsuki. I love that you’ve been respectful and care about my boundaries, but I don’t mind being kissed by you.”
A scarlet hue slowly crept up his face, and he nodded, clearing his throat. He was caught off guard when you went on tiptoes and placed a sweet peck on his cheek. You hopped back and took a few steps away, even though you wanted to stay a little longer so you could tattoo his surprisingly bashful and red face onto your corneas. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
He held his cheek as he watched you walk away. You glanced at him once more before stepping into the elevator. He was still standing there, waiting for you to get in. Once you were out of sight, he dropped to his knees, a hand over his mouth, breathing heavily. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He kissed you. He finally kissed you. He rested his head against the pillar, trying to get his heart to stop dancing, brushing his lips with his quivering fingers.
Synopsis: You drag your beloved knight to the library in the middle of the night and present him with a jaw-dropping question: Let's kiss?
Extra yap: Bkg is your knight and the captain of guard; you're the princess, duh; characters are aged up; contains inexperienced kissing that turns into a make out; chances are you'll find a typo or two in here because I'm blind; I tried my best to proofread this
It was in the late hours of the night when you startled your knight by throwing open the door of your room, stepping out in your satin night gown and sheer chiffon robe that did little to cover the shape of your body. You wanted him to accompany you to the library so you could find the second book in the series you were reading. He did not complain as it was normal for you to go on strolls or visit the library during absurd hours of the night.
He held open the gigantic door to the library for you, following you into the low and warm, honey-coloured light coming from iron sconces. The soft carpet cushioned the sound of footsteps, the walls lined with shelves upon shelves of books, making no room for echoes. He watched you browse through the titles as you looked for the one you wanted, your fingers brushing across the spines of the books.
He tried not to pay attention to your sheer robe or how inviting it made your bare arms appear. He had seen the many faces of his princess. He'd seen you bare-faced, hair in a mess like you fought pigeons in your sleep, he'd seen you dolled up for balls and gatherings, and he'd seen you vicious in your fighting armour, but it was your night gowns that intimidated him the most because he found it difficult to look you in the eye when you wore them.
"'Suki, can you get that for me?" You pointed at a book five shelves higher.
"Tsk, makin' me do all the work." He clicked his tongue, obediently giving you the book you wanted and then following you to a table.
He looked for his favourite encyclopedia on dragons on the shelves near the small wooden table where you were seated. He found it in the same spot he had left it in before and pulled out the large book. He opened it, resting it on his arm as he looked for a specific page, stopping when you asked a question that made him go still.
Katsuki was accustomed to your random, out-of-pocket questions by now. Sometimes he rolled his eyes at you in response, or gave you an appropriate answer if he had one, or he had to stop whatever he was doing to make sure he heard you right. The question you asked him just now made him drop the book in his hand and snap his head towards you to make sure his head wasn't making up what you just said.
"What did you just say?" He asked, eyes wide.
"I said," you looked up from the book you were reading, snapping it shut and resting your chin on the back of your hand, "have you ever kissed anyone?"
Your gaze made him dizzy. He knew that look all too well. After all, he'd been serving his princess for over seven years now. He could read your thoughts with a single glance, already on the task before you could even order him to do it. And he knew what you were doing in that moment. You were plotting. You were sitting there, looking so annoyingly beautiful under the buttery light, plotting on how to get him flustered.
Fire crackled in the sconces as you watched him coolly, waiting for a response. You could hear his breathing grow heavy, although he did not seem aware of it. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing.
"I don't see why you need to know that, princess." He said at last, squaring his shoulders to fake confidence, even though you had already noticed his ears flare red.
Of course, he hadn't kissed anyone yet. How could he when he'd been so busy following you around to make sure not a creature could harm you? Even as you slept, he stood outside, only catching winks of sleep during the day when you were around other people who could keep you safe just as well as he. Those were also interrupted by you barging into his room and falling on his mattress beside him like it was okay for a princess to be in her knight's bed, even if it was just to get on his nerves and begging him to accompany her to the flower gardens.
"What do you mean? I obviously need to know what my charming knight is up to when I'm asleep." You reasoned, batting your long lashes at him. You know he never leaves your quarters, but you were determined to make him answer. "Besides, we're friends. We're way past formalities, even you agreed to that ages ago."
He'd already regained his cool. He picked up the book and sat across from you on the table, flipping the pages till he found the one he was reading before you threw him off.
"You're ignoring me." You whined.
"We came here because you wanted to read." He reminded, not bothering to glance up. "Besides, it's not my job to fill you in on my personal life."
"You have this job because of me." You said casually.
He finally looked at you, blond hair falling to his forehead, making his cardinal eyes appear a few shades darker. He snarled, the bridge of his nose creasing. He knew you find joy in pissing him the fuck off by flustering him. It made him want to push you against a bookshelf and shut you up with his mouth for good.
"So? My answer?" You smirked.
"I. Have. Not." He replied, his words tight and clipped.
"I have not either." You said immediately, as if you were letting him know a fun fact.
He didn't understand why you're so eager to let him know. He knows you haven't kissed anyone. You refused to let another man get too close, and if a man did happen to try to touch you in a way you did not like, Katsuki was always there to crush his fist on the spot. He was glad you let him scare men away from you, because he wasn't sure if he'd be able to watch you kiss another man in the first place.
"Yeah, the sun is hot, and water is wet. What do I do with that information?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Let's kiss?" You suggested, leaning forward with your hands on the table.
"The fuck?" He growled, backing away, blood washing his eardrums in waves, heart beating so fast he could feel his jugular pulsing.
"We're both too old to not have kissed anyone. Let's change that."
"Is this another one of your pranks to piss me off?" He glared. "Well, congrats, princess, you win. You can fuckin' sit back down."
"I'm not joking." You stopped smiling. "I mean it. Of course, if I've made you uncomfortable, I understand, and I'm sorry."
You redirected your attention to your book, tracing the hardcover, "I'll have plenty of opportunities to learn how to ki–" You stopped abruptly with a gasp when he roughly grabbed your wrist and guided you around the table, straight into his lap.
It was your turn to be set on fire. His face was way too close to yours. Closer than it had ever been. You could see the maroon specks in his ruby eyes and the uneven depth of the little scar under his eye. You could feel the desire, the need, the yearning behind his dilated pupils, swallowing you whole.
"You fuckin' piss me off." He said, voice silken-sharp, nose brushing yours. His hand left your wrist and moved up to your shin, slowly rising to your knee and stopping there. "I'll do this only if you won't regret this."
"Kiss me, Katsuki." You whispered.
He gently pushed his lips onto yours and stayed still for a few heartbeats, etching the feeling of your lips on his into the depths of his mind. He pulled away, his palm unmoving on your knee, hoping you wouldn't notice the slight tremor in his grip. He searched your eyes for a reaction, pleased to find that you were just as bashful as he was. Everything about that kiss and his body was contained, controlled and respectful, something that wouldn't cross the line.
But the line had been crossed the moment he pulled you into his lap.
You blinked at him shyly, biting your lip. You cupped his cheek to find that his face was warm, pink ears poking out of blond tufts. He leaned into your touch, his eyes inviting you to kiss him back, and so you did.
You kissed him again. Just a sweet little peck, which he returned, making you smile. Neither of you was experienced in the field, so you sat in his lap in silence, letting him observe you from this newly unlocked, forbidden proximity.
You cradled his face, bringing yours closer to his, just watching him. You realised you'd seen the very same expression on his face seven years ago, when he had been assigned as your knight, along with being the captain of the guard. The look of devotion hot enough to burn.
His eyes kept flicking between your eyes and lips, his breath fanning your skin. His entire being screamed in desperation: don't stop now.
The very little restraint you had crumbled to the ground. You kissed him again, once, twice and then thrice. You briefly pulled back and slammed your mouth onto his, making the chair rock back. He held onto your waist, stabilising himself, taken by surprise.
There was a new fuel feeding your fire, and he could feel it. He let out a guttural sound from deep within, daring to test the waters. He brushed your lips with his tongue. Just barely. He had no clue how to do this, but he recalled seeing flashes of his fellow knight with his tongue deep in someone's mouth when he was drunk in a tavern before passing out.
You opened your mouth for him, his tongue barging in immediately. He could feel your body jolt deliciously against his. You had no idea what you were doing, but you did not care, not when this felt so foreign, so dangerous, so good.
It took a few moments to find an angle where you could both breathe without twisting your necks, but once you found a rhythm against his lips, it felt like heaven on earth you had been missing out on. It still wasn't perfect—far from it, actually. But it was so unapologetically him that it made your stomach twist.
Noses butted, teeth clashed, tongues occupied all the space there was to make a sound. His hand went back to your knee, moving up just the tiniest bit to your thigh, lifting your satin gown with it. You peppered his face with kisses, hands flat on his chest, exploring the muscles through his shirt, fingers drifting towards the buttons to undo the first three.
He had to lean back in the chair when your soft lips touched the column of his throat—the place his swallow betrayed him. You brought two fingers to his pulse, smirking against his skin when you felt it dance uncontrably under your fingers. His own body was against him, exposing him and presenting you with his feelings. You were the blade that was slowly thinning away the rope holding his sanity together.
He dared his hand to inch further up your leg, stopping right where your thighs met, giving you a harsh squeeze. You threw your head back for him, looking at him through narrow eyes with a cat-like intensity that made him go feral. The chiffon fabric of your robe slipped off your shoulder, inviting him to sink his teeth into the soft skin.
He pressed his lips to your shoulder, finding it deliciously warm; the scent of your luxurious bath soap filled his senses. He held himself back from biting, resorting to digging his fingers into your thigh instead. The little voice in his head that had lost the battle of senses long ago was still reminding him of the consequences of marking you. His teeth grazed up the side of your neck, stopping under your jaw to leave a delicate kiss.
"You're driving me crazy." He said tightly, pulling away to look at you. You didn't seem to care, as you grabbed his collar and pulled him back again.
"I'm so glad," You breathed heavily in between him stealing the air from your lungs, "that the library is empty tonight."
"Who would have thought that the princess had no self-control?" He cocked his head teasingly, hands moving up your waist and thumb caressing your midriff, "Sitting in her knight's lap and shamelessly eating his face away."
"You think you're any better?" You purred into his ear, your voice breath-kissed, "You're so desperate, I can nearly see it leaking out of you."
His eyes narrowed into slits, smirks replaced by his signature scowl, "Don't get cocky."
"Aww, the great Bakugo Katsuki's ears are red. Who would have guessed?" You continued to tease, pinching his cheeks affectionately.
Your smile dropped when his fingers wrapped around your throat. He wasn't squeezing, no, just looking, but it was the little lift in the corner of his mouth that made your heart leap. The intensity of his gaze made you squirm in his lap and bite your lip, as you dared to think of feeling his swollen lips on the rest of your body.
You were the one who was supposed to be in control, with your hand around his neck. You were royalty. Not him. Yet, here you were allowing him to take control. You let him yank you in by the neck for another kiss, this time slower than the last. It made heat pool between your legs.
You really needed him.
"Katsuki," You began, but the rest of your sentence was replaced with a gasp as he abruptly stood up and put you on the ground.
"Someone's comin'." He said in a hurried whisper, talking one quick look at the state of your robes and hair. He clicked his tongue and quickly pulled the chiffon up to your shoulders and patted your head, smoothening your hair. He grabbed the encyclopedia from the table and shoved it into your arms just in time for someone to pass by you guys.
He made his usual ugly face at you, as if his mouth wasn't on you mere seconds ago. His lip pulled up in a sneer, "Well, if you're done looking for the book you wanted, I think you should stop bothering me and head to bed, princess."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm done." You swatted his hand away, holding the encyclopedia against your chest, acknowledging the stranger's nod.
As you headed towards the library's door with him, you realised you could still feel his fingers digging into your thigh from earlier. You were sure you had his hand imprinted on your thigh.
The walk back to your quarters felt unnaturally long. Katsuki made a point of picking a faster pace and walking ahead of you so you didn't have to see the fierce bloom across his cheeks. Not that you blamed him, even you weren't sure of what to say to him. It was supposed to be just one kiss. A silly little peck, but you'd unlocked a whole new court of emotions.
Only when you reached your bedroom did he turn back to look at you. You stood in your doorway, watching him avoid your eyes bashfully. "No good night for me?"
"Tsk, good night." He rolled his eyes, freezing when you planted a peck on his cheek.
"Good night, Katsuki." You smiled, closing the door as he kissed your cheek. You sighed with your back to the door, looking down at the encyclopedia. You opened it, flipping through the pages, "This isn't even what I wanted to read."
Sometimes, you like teasing your boyfriend, Katsuki, by pretending to be one of his fangirls. He usually doesn't react and rolls his eyes at you, but today is different.
You strut into his office after patrol as usual and let out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh, my god, is that Dynamight?"
He looks up from his laptop and removes his reading glasses, setting them aside. "Yeah, what do you want?"
You smile and sit on his desk, his eyes following your every movement. "Sign my tits."
You expect him to scoff and shoo you away, but no. Instead, he grabs your thighs and pulls you into his lap. You laugh in surprise when he actually reaches for the hem of your shirt.
"Gonna sign 'em for you, alright?" He brings his lips to your ears as he slowly lifts your shirt up, "with my mouth."
