Title: Almost, Not Quite
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader (second person)
Setting: Post-graduation, Bakugou household
Warnings: NSFW themes (implied), emotional angst, unrequited feelings
The bed creaked underneath them, not from weight but from rhythm.
(Y/N) lay back, her skin flushed and slightly sweaty, golden strands of Katsukiâs hair tickling her neck as he leaned in closerâlips ghosting her collarbone like a prayer. His breath was heavy, worshipful, trembling with something raw and real. He didnât say it aloud, but she could feel it pressing down on her chest like a weight:
He was in love. Desperately.
And she wasnât.
âFuck, I love you,â he whispered, half under his breath, like maybe if he didnât say it too loud, it wouldnât shatter her.
(Y/N) blinked at the ceiling, her arms limp around his neck. She bit back the urge to flinch. Instead, she arched her hips a little, distracting him. His brain short-circuited in response. Always did. It gave her a few seconds to dodge the silence that always came after those words.
He thought she loved him back.
But (Y/N) didnât fall. She never had.
She only felt itâsomething close to itâduring sex, when everything blurred and his voice was in her ear, calling her âbabyâ in that gruff, vulnerable way, and his hands held her like she was precious. For those moments, she could pretend the hollowness in her chest wasnât there.
And that made her feel even worse.
Because Katsuki Bakugou was perfect. Not textbook perfectâhell noâbut her kind of perfect. Smart, built like a Greek god, surprisingly tender when he wanted to be. He'd deck a guy for just looking at her wrong. Heâd burn the whole world down if she asked.
And the sex? God. Next-level. Out-of-body. Enough to make her rethink religion.
But no amount of affection, no number of toe-curling orgasms, could force her heart to beat the right way.
Not for him.
Not yet.
Maybe never.
They lay tangled together under crumpled sheets, his arm thrown lazily over her waist like he didnât want to let her go even in sleep. She stared at the ceiling, awake. Eyes dry. Mind loud.
His room still looked like a teenâs. Despite being 20 and a Pro Hero now, Katsuki Bakugou still lived in the Bakugou household. Mitsuki refused to let him go. Said sheâd have no one to yell at. Said she needed someone to glare at during breakfast.
And take embarrassing photos of.
Case in pointâjust last week, (Y/N) had woken up post-makeout session to find a picture of her and a shirtless Katsuki posted on the fridge like some weird family shrine. Mitsuki had laughed and winked. (Y/N) had died inside.
Katsuki stirred beside her, tightening his grip in his sleep, murmuring her name like it was sacred. Like it meant something.
â(Y/N)... stay...â
She closed her eyes.
He was going to propose soon.
She knew it.
Heâd been acting weird. Googling stuff. Dropping lines like âjust wait âtil summerâ and âyou like emeralds, right?â Sheâd even caught him measuring her ring finger while she was napping on his lap.
The idiot was so obvious. So sincere.
And she didnât know what to do.
It wasnât like she meant to get into this deep.
When he confessedâindirectly, aggressively, very Bakugou-likeâshe legit thought it was a joke. Like one of those Tsundere âI donât like you, dumbass, I just want you around all the time and get jealous when you talk to other guysâ jokes.
Sheâd laughed. Said âSure, why not.â
Then he kissed her like his world was ending and beginning at the same time.
And she didnât have the guts to say no.
Not when his eyes looked like that.
Not when heâd waited years.
So she stayed.
And she stayed.
And she let him believe she was all in.
Because breaking his heart? Hurting him when heâd been nothing but good to her? It felt like stabbing a puppy.
A very hot, temperamental, emotionally constipated puppy.
So she kissed him back.
Told him âme too.â
And now he was probably picking out a ring that cost more than her apartment.
âYou okay?â he murmured, half-awake, dragging his lips across her shoulder.
âMhm,â she lied.
Katsuki rolled onto his back with a sigh, arms folded behind his head, hair a wild halo on the pillow. âIâm thinkinâ we should go out tomorrow. Just us. Somewhere nice.â
âSure,â she said.
âLike a restaurant. Fancy shit.â
âMhm.â
âDress nice.â
She glanced at him. âWhy?â
âNo reason.â
Liar.
He grinned at the ceiling. All teeth and mischief and affection. âDumbass.â
She turned her face away, hiding her eyes.
âI love you,â he said again, softer this time.
(Y/N) let the silence sit between them. Heavy. Loud. Dangerous.
âI know,â she said finally.
That was the most she could give.
And maybeâjust maybeâhe wouldnât notice how little it really was.
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Hiyyaa! This is my first fanfiction and I'm sorry if it's bad. I also sometimes confuse (Y/N) with my oc's name (akane) so lmk if you see smth wrong!!


















