on my neighbor bakugou agenda again, but this time it’s about you roping him into your leather and latex fetish awoooo
you two have talked very little so far- short greetings and curt replies every other day that you happen to be out on the hallway or elevator at the same time. so awkward around each other because you think bakugou is a little intimidating and he thinks you don’t want to talk to him.
all that changes the day your mail gets switched at your doors. it’s one thing to open your package to a bunch of high end protein shakes and bars you did not order- the real horror is reading the label on the box addressed to the scary pro hero neighbor next door.
the shame comes in waves as you make your way to his apartment unit, contemplating never leaving your house again just to avoid running into bakugo ever again. you knock and bakugou opens the door almost a split second later, lips pressed into a tight line, head turned away from you and wordlessly trading one opened box for another opened box- and the bit of shiny latex of your body suit catching on the corridor light makes you want to crawl into a hole and die there.
it unfortunately happens a second time about a month later and it’s bakugou that comes to your door fuming, package in hand, opened again. it’s a tight leather bondage skirt this time that you’ve been dying to get.
“seriously, how many more do you need?” bakugou gripes in frustration, words slipping out. “this shit doesn’t even cover your ass!”
your ears are burning as you yank your package and shove his into his hands, hissing “that’s the point, moron” and slamming the door shut.
he kept the shop card that came with your order. one night, he makes the grave mistake of browsing the online shop you like so much and once again spends another sleepless night staring at the ceiling- thoughts of you in long coat with nothing but leather harnesses squeezing your body underneath. black and orange straps. fuck, you’re turning him into a pervert.
