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He loves the smell of it on your skin. He absolutely melts when he comes home from a long day at work and wraps his arms around you to inhale the soft scent of whatever you’re wearing.
He eventually decides to make his own particular perfume scent with you in mind. Which is why he launches his own peppermint scented perfume, a silent nudge to you, that you should wear it.
Which you do… most of the time at least.
“Welcome home Sho…” You smiled as your boyfriend leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, humming. “It’s good to be home…” His voice trailed off and Shoto pulled away, a small frown tugging on the corner of his lips.
“You’re not wearing my perfume?” He tilted his head to side slightly and you nervously shrugged. “I mean… don’t you get tired of smelling the same peppermint? I thought it might be a good idea to change things up darling. Do you not like it?”
Shoto shook his head. “I made that perfume for you… I want you to wear it…” He whispered, burying his face against the crook of your neck, face slightly flushed.
“Alright, alright Sho… I’ll wear it just for you…” You chuckled.
Shoto pulled away and a small smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in to press a featherlight kiss to your lips. “Thank you…”
You hated Katsuki Bakugo. And he hated you back. Ever since you both butted heads back in highschool it'd been a constant back and forth between you both. It's only when you graduate and slowly drift apart from eachother - that you can finally breathe.
Until you're back into his line of sight and working alongside him - courtesy of his lovely PR team.
And then your PR teams decide that it'd be best for both of your reputations - that you both start a fake relationship. And it sounded stupid but now it's kinda working? So maybe it's just best that you play along...
♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating
♡ cw / tw : alcohol, cussing, suggestiveness, mentions of smoking, g/n reader, will include written parts
"Oi dumbass." Katsuki huffs as you look up from where you were seated on the couch, scrolling through your phone,
"Don't call me that stupid." You grin, tossing your phone to the side and getting up. "What's up buddy?"
Katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Grab the chilli powder. Top shelf. On the left. Far left." He instructs and you raise an eyebrow.
"Ordering me around? How rude."
"Not helping me make dinner? I think that makes you, the rude one here."
"I'm the guest!" You gasp, placing a hand on your chest, in mocking offence.
Katsuki scoffs. "Uh huh. Well my hands are full of batter. So if you would rather be doing the dirty work I would be glad to wash them and sit on the couch."
He grins, moving his batter covered hands towards you, making you shriek and stumble back.
Katsuki cackles, stepping forward and sticking his hands out, chasing you around his kitchen with his dirty hands.
"Okay okay!" You shout, sides hurting from the running and all the laughing. "I'll grab you the chilli powder!! Just please! Mercy!"
Katsuki slows to a stop and grins triumphant. "I won then."
"A draw."
"Nah I won that one."
"Nah I'd say it was a draw."
"You'd say wrong cause I won."
You shake your head and trudge back into the kitchen, reaching for the chilli powder and along with Katsuki's supervision, adding it into the batter.
"Thanks." He mumbled under his breath, rolling his arms, pulling a crick out of his shoulders as he got back into cooking you both dinner.
Your eyes stay trained on his skilled hands as they work, watching each muscle flex under his warm skin. His body looked warm - buzzing with blood and nitroglycerin… you wondered how his skin would feel under your fingertips and the palms of your hands.
"You're staring." Katsuki says in a matter of fact tone, snapping you out of your train of thought.
"Since when were you able to cook, Bakugo?"
He paused and turned to frown at you, raising an eyebrow at you. "Are you sure you paid any attention to me during highschool? We lived in the same fucking dorms for three years? Didn't I cook for the whole damn class on multiple occasions?"
You wave your hands in front of your face and shake your head, "Not what I was asking. Like- why?"
"Why what?" He mumbles, going back to cooking.
"Why did you learn to cook?"
"Why not?"
"Bakugo."
"What?"
You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow.
He sighs and taps his foot against the tiled floor.
"I uh... I know you won't believe me but I was a difficult kid to control growin' up,"
You snort and Katsuki rolls his eyes,
"Yea, real funny. I caused my old hag a lot of fuckin' stress when I was younger..."
He paused.
"I probably still do… all this hero shit and comin’ home banged up... ahem. Anyways. My old hag thought I needed a healthy outlet for the- and I quote, 'Crappy ass anger in you.'"
He shrugged, walking over to the sink and washing his hands,
"And she decided cooking would be the best outlet. I didn't care much when I was younger. Cooking... playing the fuckin' drums. All shit that would take me away from training to be the number one... but I can't lie..."
Katsuki sighed,
"It's not a bad skill to pick up. Especially when dunce face and the rest of the fucking losers, decide they want to eat something I cook for them when their blasted out their fuckin' minds."
He shrugged.
"'Sides. Why go to a fancy ass place, waste fuckin' money, gas, time and have the fuckin' media hound your ass when you can cook the shit yourself?"
And see the way your face lights up when I present it to you.
Katsuki shook his head.
Stupid Eijirou and his dumb romance ideas. Get out of my head!
"Huh. Never took you for a sap Bakugo." You hum, grinning when Katsuki pauses,
"THE FUCK? I'M NOT NO FUCKIN' SAP-"
"Eyes on the stove blondie! Don't want our dinner burning on us! That'd be on you." You poke at his chest, leaning in, your eyes flickering to meet his lips before you flash a grin at his flushed face, stepping out of the kitchen, and into the bathroom.
What the fuck.
What the fuck was that.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.
Katsuki gripped his shirt, bunching it into a fist as he tried to breathe, his heart throbbing against his ribcage as his other hand reached for the counter, trying to hold himself upright.
He could still feel your warm hand, pressing against his skin. You were so close, he could smell your shampoo and count the blemishes on your face and - shit did you lick your bottom lip too?
"What the fuck..."
-
"Oi! Stupid! Are you ready? Hurry up before I press play!" You shout from Katsuki's bed. You were curled up in your pajamas, one of his pillows sitting on your lap as you stared at the TV screen in front of you.
"Gimmie five dumbass!" Katsuki shouted from his bathroom.
If you had told yourself three months ago that you'd be sitting in Katsuki Bakugo's bed right now, eating his snacks and curling up with one of his pillows - you would've laughed, spat at your feet and probably cursed your whole family generation - past, present and future for even suggesting something so damn stupid.
But the unofficial "date" you had at the bar with him - it tore something down between you both. Maybe you never really hated him in the first place.
Maybe you said you did because you were scared of telling him that you didn't. You were scared of what he might've said.
You definitely hated that thought.
Regardless, it was obvious that both of you were slowly beginning to open up to each other, the snarky remarks lost their malice and began a sort of... love language?
Strangely enough.
Gross.
The glaces of hate had dissolved into glances of longing.
Yuck.
He had even held your hand, when you were much too drunk to walk let alone hold yourself up.
Ick.
His palm was warm, slightly calloused. But comforting.
He was comforting.
This shit is so fucking corny [Name]. Snap the fuck out. He's supposed to be your rival. Not your lover.
"You done spacing out?"
You yelped at the sound of his voice.
"Don't just do that!" you shook your head and placed a hand on your chest.
"Right..." Katsuki snorted, moving to sit next to you. "What did you put on?"
"Scream?" You shrugged as Katsuki reached over to grab a handful of your snacks, ignoring your quiet 'HEY!' as he shoves the food in his mouth.
"A classic." He says, mouth full.
-
"That was fun Bakugo." You smiled as he pulled the door open for you.
"Yea?" He tilts his head to the side and a small smile tugs on his lips. "'M glad... you liked the food too right?"
You hummed, nodding as he helped you out of his car. "We should do that more... only if you want though!" You stammered nervously, a warm flush creeping up your cheeks as you nervously scratched the back of your head.
Katsuki nodded. "Sure... Yea... Okay. Why not."
You nodded walking to your door. "Cool... Cool..." You cough awkwardly and scratch the back of your head. "Thanks for dropping me off Bakugo."
Katsuki nodded, pulling the front door of his car open. "Yea. Sleep well... Or whatever." He mumbled under his breath.
You pulled your front door open.
Katsuki shoved his key into the ignition.
-
"Chirst Katsuki. Pull yourself together." He groaned, tugging on his ashen blond locks as he shuffled into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
Red eyes scan over his bed, the sheets messy and crumples, wrappers overflowing in the small trashcan next to his bed.
He was going crazy. Maybe he was dying? Is this what it feels like to be dying? Dying at twenty three - would you show up to his funeral? Cry and hold his body? Would you miss him if he was gone? Maybe he was going crazy.
These are crazy thoughts Katsuki.
“You’re going insane Katsuki. Snap the fuck out of it.”
He let out a groan, sitting on his bed and rubbing his hands over his face. “Fucking hell…”
Katsuki reached for the pillow you were holding onto the whole night.
Probably smells like them now.
Katsuki paused.
He lifted the pillow up to his face and inhaled. His shoulders dropped and he felt the tension leave his body. Was this creepy? Probably. But damn did he need this.
He sighed and flopped back in bed, curling up against the pillow.
And, pretending that he was holding you - Katsuki Bakugo fell asleep.
