hand holding
b.katsuki
the feeling comes as a surprise to bakugo.
bakugo katsuki didn’t think about feelings. not like this. he didn’t have time for sappy stuff, didn’t have patience for mushy conversations, and, most importantly, he didn’t have tolerance for anyone telling him how to act around people.
and yet, here he was, walking beside you down the quiet streets of musutafu after a long day at u.a. feeling something he wasn’t quite ready to name. uou were talking about something, he didn’t even catch what, your words soft and easy, like the way you always talked. but what caught him was the way your hand brushed against his. a mere touch, accidental, fleeting.
bakugo’s hands clenched at his sides, a reflex more than anything else. je didn’t know why his stomach felt weird, why his chest felt tight, why he kept glancing at your hand as if it was a puzzle he couldn’t solve.
“you’re quiet,” you said, glancing at him with a smile that was gentle, patient.
“shudup,” he muttered, though his voice carried a shade of uncertainty that even he noticed.
silence settled between you, but bakugo’s mind was anything but silent. he wanted, no, needed- to reach out. not to touch your shoulder, not to nudge you, not even to do something dramatic. just… to hold your hand.
the thought struck him like a punch.
he stole a glance at your hand again, and before he could chicken out, before his pride could talk him into pretending nothing had happened, he did it.
slowly, deliberately, he reached over and intertwined his fingers with yours. your hand was warm, smaller than his, fitting perfectly.
you looked at him, eyes wide, and then smiled. no teasing, no commentary, just warmth. and for once, bakugo didn’t know what to say. but he didn’t need to.
he had your hand in his. that was enough.
