birthday smokes // katsuki bakugou
a/n: happy late birthday and 420 to my baaabbyyy <3 written on my phone while i was high and not home and i didn't want to bother proofreading (which may be obvious sawy) but just wanted to throw something silly out here
katsuki didn’t understand when his file had apparently been accessible to everyone in this agency. the moment he stepped through the front door, everyone had their eyes on him. he met their gazes and returned it with an awkward nod, greeting them as per usual. it may have felt odd for a minute, but of course he’d be the center of attention in this building- it did have his name plastered to the front of it, after all.
it wasn’t until he reached his office when that impending sense of dread revealed itself in the form of knots in his stomach. the moment the door swings open, his vision clouds with falling rainbow confetti and a crowd of his old peers and mentors jumping out from the shadows.
“happy birthday, kacchan!” izuku cheered, followed by a plethora of blow horns and kazoos before he slowly pulled the door shut in front of him.
katsuki spent his day with a deadpan expression and a monotone “thank you” on repeat.
his parents scheduling themselves into his calendar for a phone call in the middle of his work day. several people stopping by his office during his allotted lunch time. business meetings starting and ending in birthday wishes.
he just wants today to end already.
a few hours ago, you received a message from him letting you know that these “annoying ass coworkers” had successfully dragged him out for birthday drinks after work. he’ll be home late.
you jumped at the sound of the door clicking open.
“fuck,” you mutter to yourself as you shove a wad of crumpled saliva damped rolling papers under your thigh. you somehow ruined a few good sheets in the process of attempting to roll the perfect joint for katsuki- something that you’ve always left for him to do.
your bare thighs laid tense under the rolling tray in your lap as you rush to pack down the flower with the end of a chopstick you grabbed from the kitchen. this was your third go, and you were sure you had it down this time around.
katsuki groans as he toes off his work shoes by the front door, tossing his jacket over the coat rack, and dropping his bag onto the ground.
“the fuck are you doing?” he pads over to you, stretching his arms behind his back.
from behind the couch, he rests his chin on your shoulder, looking down into your lap where he watches you fumble with the cone in your hand.
“what is that?” he scoffs out a chuckle.
you could smell the alcohol under his breath as his laugh brushed past the shell of your ear.
“tada!" you beam, holding up the roll in front of your eyes, "it’s for you! special birthday roll for the special birthday boy.”
“we already celebrated last night,” he mutters against your neck in between light kisses, “and this morning.”
“but you had to go to work today so i thought it’d be nice if we got to wind down together!”
you turn your head to the side, meeting his gaze as it flickers back and forth between the wonky joint in your hand and your proud expression.
your face drops and lips fall into a tight line before he bursts out in a fit of drunken giggles, drawing a scoff out of you.
“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. you know i’m just teasing.” he steps over the couch, plopping down right next to you.
katsuki takes the joint from your hands and grabs a lighter from the coffee table. he runs the flame over its body a few times before holding the filter end up to your lips.
“it’s your day, silly.” you hold your hand out to stop him, “you get the first hit.”
he pauses and cock an eyebrow at you, seemingly flabbergasted at the suggestion.
“who the fuck do you think i am?” he nudges your hand away and brings the joint back up to your lips.
“it’s your birthday,” you whine.
“exactly. it’s my birthday, so stop arguing with me.”
his spine surges with satisfaction as he watches you roll your eyes and reluctantly wrap your lips around the filter.
who was he to break tradition?
“mhm,” he hums, sparking the lighter.
katsuki doesn’t particularly care about getting high and it doesn’t do much for him, but placing his lips around the damp area where yours had been whether it left a lipstick stain or not made him only crave more.
you almost knock the rolling tray off of your lap when your body jerks forward, hunched over your knees and coughing out the smoke towards the ground.
“i think…i…did a…good…job,” you say in between muffled coughs in your sleeve as he takes the joint from your fingers.
“good for never paying attention whenever i roll for us,” he quips, slowly blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth.
you pout, finally setting the tray down on the coffee table and crawling up to him.
“well, this was only for a special occasion,” you whisper in his ear, “don’t expect me to do this again.”
“no shit,” he turns his head and whispers back, almost grazing your nose with his own, “i roll for you, and your job is to sit there and look pretty.”
he almost blushes when you suddenly lean back and go quiet, not trying to be subtle while your eyes travel down his body.
“now that you mention it, when you’re sitting here all cute in your tight ass hero suit on your birthday of all days, you make me wanna try and roll another one just so i can look at you while i do it,” you giggle.
katsuki snorts. your tolerance has always been bad, but when you’re this high, you’re embarrassingly flirtatious.
he sets the half smoked joint down on the ashtray sitting on the side table and brings his arm around you, placing his hand against the small of your back.
“i’ll give you something better to look at,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him, “but you have to promise to keep your eyes open.”
heat crawls up your neck as a laugh escapes your mouth from the shock.
“suddenly it’s sounding like it's my birthday.” you blush.
“nope. still mine and we got about two hours to celebrate."