contains- female reader,idk teasing,he’s kinda mean but in a hot way,not a lot tbh, i need this to look long,implied best friends,very cute very sweet,if they say why.. whyyyy tell them that its human nature, why whyyyy tell them that its human nature
sypnosis- he catches you eyeing him up and when you reject his kiss in fear it’s a trap he kinda makes your week a living hell …
wc- u should know i have no clue i put it here cause it looks cool
earlier that week, katsuki had shoved his way up beside you after class, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his bag over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.
“you failed that quiz.” he said nonchalantly
you looked up from your phone, deadpan. “hello to you too”
“don’t get smart. i’m serious.” red eyes narrowed at you, sharp and unimpressed. “you were bitching last week about not understanding any of it”
“because i don’t” you spoke as you lowered your phone
“yeah, no shit. come to my dorm thursday. i’ll help before you embarrass yourself again.”
“…was that your version of being nice”
his face twisted immediately. “don’t piss me off. take it or leave it”
you smirked. “so sweet, katsuki. really. almost made me emotional”
he clicked his tongue and walked off. “shut the hell up.”
and somehow, thursday night, you were actually there.
his dorm was exactly what you expected. clean to the point of being annoying, everything in place, faint smell of detergent and whatever cologne he used lingering in the air.
his desk was pushed near the window, books spread out, notes already there like he’d actually planned this.
you sat cross-legged on the chair next to him eyes on him.
one knee bent, black muscle tee stretched over his frame like it was personally offended to be containing him.
his arms were ridiculous. thick muscle packed tight under pale skin, veins faint but bulging along his forearms when he flipped pages, twitching into view with every movement.
god every move his bicep tensed and your swore your mouth watered
shoulders broad enough to make the chair look too small. every movement pulled at the fabric over his chest and back like the shirt was losing an argument.
and his mouth— that was worse.
his lips were always like that. sharp when he talked, naturally pouty when he was annoyed, the bottom lip fuller than it had any right to be.
they looked so soft, so so soft..
when he licked over them absently while reading over your notes, you had to look away before you looked insane.
you blinked out of your raging fantasies “i am”
“bullshit.” his eyes rolled with his words
he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest, bicep flexing in a way that should’ve been illegal
your eyes betrayed you immediately.
“seriously?” he said, voice low, rough with amusement. “you’re gonna be that obvious?”
“i don’t know what you mean.” you almost immediately quip back
“yeah?” he tilted his head, watching you like he’d already won. “because from where i’m sitting, you’ve looked at my mouth like six times in the last ten minutes.”
your face went hot so fast it pissed you off
“you’re full of yourself” you replied with a huff
“and you’re somehow still staring.”
“i’m literally not” you said in a dismissive tone
“you literally are.” he replied subtly mocking your tone
he leaned forward now, forearms on his knees, closer. way too close. his grin was small, mean in that playful bakugo way
like he was enjoying every second of your suffering.
“what, you got a problem? i mean im pretty sure you’ve seen my arms before?” he flexed his hand lazily on the table. “or is it the lips thing”
“god, you’re so annoying.” you spoke to cover up the rose on your cheeks
“but i’m right.” he replied quickly
you opened your mouth, closed it, then glared harder which only made him smirk.
his eyes analysed the way you were more nervous with your movements, how you looked so uncomfortable and god was it entertaining.
his voice dropped lower, this teasing edge dripping through his words.
“you wanna kiss me or somethin’?”
the smirk on his face was filthy. lazy. knowing
and because your brain completely abandoned you—
too fast. too loud. too panicked.
his eyebrows lifted slowly
your soul left your body.
“i mean— not like— no, not no—” you sat up straighter, horrified. “wait, that sounded bad, i just thought you were messing with me, which you were, and i—”
he was staring at you with the fattest smirk you had ever seen in your life.
you wanted the floor to open and swallow you so you could never ever look at him again.
“wowww..” he said. “smooth as hell.”
his words were so confident like right now he didn’t have a care in the world, but he did.
you physically couldn’t respond.
and with having no response back towards him this time you did the only thing .. anyone would’ve done ..
you stood up so fast your chair nearly scraped back.
“i should really go—..” your voice was quiet already thinking about getting a passport and leaving try country
his grin got worse. “coward.”
“i’m leaving.” you said louder
“mmhmm..” he’d hum out eyes not leaving your own once.
you grabbed your bag, avoiding his eyes because if you looked at him again you might actually combust
his gaze eventually tore away as you walked out the door shutting it behind you.
now alone in his dorm, all he could do was replay every little moment in his head making sure he played it cool, while his knee bounced
surely you did .. wanna kiss him right..?
and after that god awful event — for two whole days, you disappeared.
no texts back unless they were dry and necessary. no stopping by his dorm.
no lingering after class. no sarcastic little comments thrown his way in the hallway.
every single time katsuki walked into a room, you somehow managed to be walking out of it.
the first day, he thought it was funny.
the second day, it started pissing him off.
by the third, it was personal.
mina was talking to you at one of the tables in the common area, legs crossed under your chair,
pretending to listen while your fingers kept messing with the edge of your sleeve. your laugh was there, but distracted, thinner than usual.
because across the room, katsuki was leaning against the wall.
hands shoved deep into his pockets, white unfurl shirt stretched over his chest, shoulders broad against the white wall like he owned the damn building.
his expression was blank—worse than angry, honestly. calm. boring eyes fixed right on you like he had all day to stand there and make you sweat.
kirishima and denki were saying something beside him, but he barely reacted. just gave a grunt here and there, gaze never moving.
mina looked upwards immediately looking at you, then slowly smiled.
“girl that man is staring right at’chu!,” she murmured, leaning in just enough that only you could hear, watching your face with way too much enjoyment.
“he is not,” you muttered, too quick, eyes dropping to the table like maybe if you ignored him hard enough he’d disappear.
mina made a noise that said liar without needing the word.
“oh my god,” she said under her breath, way too pleased. “you’re nervous as shit!! its chill all we gotta do is make sure you play this cool!”
“i’m not nervous—,” you said, except your voice betrayed you completely, quieter now, and your hand froze around your drink.
slowly—against your better judgment—you turned your head again.
not even pretending not to.
those sharp red eyes pinned right to you, heavy and unreadable, like he could see straight through your skin and into every stupid thought in your head.
there wasn’t even annoyance on his face anymore. just that flat stare. patient. almost lazy.
it made your stomach drop.
you looked back at mina, lips parting like you had something to say, but nothing came out. your throat felt too tight for it.
suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything—your hands, your face, the way your heart was beating way too hard over a guy standing across the room doing absolutely nothing.
mina’s expression stayed entertained crunching a chip into her mouth as she shook her head
“mm-mm. if eye contact could get a girl pregnant, shit congratulations!”
you exhaled through your nose, like maybe that would stop the heat crawling up your neck.
before you could answer her odd comment, you looked again.
and that was when it happened.
because he noticed it—that nervous little glance, the way you kept checking, the way your whole body gave you away.
and finally, finally, his mouth moved.
slowly. one corner first. then the other.
that smirk spread across his face like he’d been waiting for it, like he’d been standing there watching you unravel and had decided he’d had enough mercy for the day.
low and sharp and so stupidly attractive it made your chest feel tight.
it wasn’t a grin it was that god awful smirk he did continuously — his brand.
the kind of smirk that said yeah.. i know.
the kind that made your whole body go warm because he looked so sure of himself—so sure of you.
his chin tilted slightly, eyes still locked on yours, like he was daring you to keep pretending.
then, like he hadn’t just ruined your entire week with one look, he turned back to his friends and started talking again.
easy. casual. like nothing happened.
like he hadn’t just stood across the room and made you forget how to breathe.
mina stared at you for a second, before mumbling something about how he’s a “weird ass hoe”
but you couldn’t think about him being a hoe, all you could think about was that stupid look.
a day later you found yourself in the hallway infront of deku — you were talking to deku because deku was safe.
safe meant easy smiles, easy conversation, no feeling like your stomach was trying to claw its way up your throat every five seconds.
safe meant standing by the kitchen counter in the common room while he rambled about training schedules and some hero analysis notebook nonsense.
and you could actually breathe.
“…and then all might said my footwork was improving, which was really nice because i’ve been trying to fix my stance for weeks,” izuku said, smiling that earnest, soft smile of his, hands moving as he talked.
you laughed lightly, leaning against the counter. “deku, i swear, you could probably write a thesis on your left foot if someone let you.”
he blinked, then laughed too, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean… maybe?”
“that was not a yes question.”
you smiled again, relaxed, normal.
from a few steps back bakugo saw this little .. interaction. irritation crawled up his spine so thick his fists cracked as they clenched.
so you could avoid him like he was a walking weapon? but could be all happy and talky with that nerd? out of anyone? fuck that.
your body went stiff before your brain even caught up.
because you felt him before you saw him.
that shift in the room. that awful awareness.
he walked up like he belonged there—which, annoyingly, he acted like he did everywhere—hands in his pockets, shoulders broad, expression unreadable. the uniform slight tighter against his chest, that same lazy confidence that made you want to both scream and stare.
his eyes flicked to you once. just once.
and it was enough. then he looked at izuku.
“deku,” he said, and weirdly—too weirdly—his voice was almost pleasant. “you got the notes from last combat review?”
because bakugo asking nicely was like seeing a bear politely hold a door open.
“oh—uh, yeah, i do,” izuku said slowly, suspicious already. “i can grab them if you want?”
“nah,” katsuki said, way too casual, stepping closer anyway. “just tell me what all might said about the second round.”
izuku stared for half a second. you stared at the floor.
because now he was standing there. right there. close enough that if you moved your arm wrong, you’d brush against him,
and apparently that was enough to make your entire nervous system file a complaint!
izuku started talking again, explaining whatever notes he had, but honestly, you heard maybe three words.
because katsuki wasn’t listening. not really.
he answered deku, nodded at the right times, threw in a sharp “yeah, obviously,” here and there—but his eyes kept landing on you, every time.
and every single time, you looked harder at izuku like he was delivering the secrets of the universe.
you were staring at that poor boy like your life depended on it.
wide-eyed. painfully focused. absolutely refusing to acknowledge the human furnace standing next to you.
bakugo noticed - of course he noticed.
you could feel it—the way amusement was building off him like heat.
izuku slowed mid-sentence as his eyes met your own ones, staring into his soul to avoid katsuki
“…and then if we adjust .. uh .. the timing on rescue drills.. it might actually improve team response by—”
because you were still staring directly at him. intensely. like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to earth.
“…are you okay?” he asked carefully, brows pulling together.
“fine,” you said immediately.
too fast your eyes pleading as they looked into izukus like he could save you from his situation
you still did not look at katsuki. izuku looked between both of you.
confusion turned into suspicion — katsuki staring daggers at you while you refused to look at the blonde.
because even deku—even sweet, oblivious deku—could feel whatever the hell this was.
bakugo made this low sound in his throat, almost like a laugh he was trying not to let out.
“you sure…?” izuku asked, quieter now
before you could answer, katsuki pushed off the counter.
“i’m off,” he said, cutting in, voice rough with restrained amusement. “got what i needed.”
he started walking past you, and for one horrible second you thought maybe you’d survived it. but nope apparently not!
his rough hand came upwards in a quick motion
two solid taps against your shoulder as he passed, firm enough to make your breath catch.
and right by your ear, as he walked past you the most smug snicker left his mouth
like he hadn’t just set your entire body on fire in front of god and everybody.
silence. izuku looked at you, you were still frozen. still staring straight ahead.
still very clearly fighting for your life
“…i,” deku said slowly, concern all over his face, “feel like i missed something really important.”
late that night, after the longest everything shower of your life, you finally felt a little human again.
the hot water had helped. washing your hair twice, scrubbing your skin until it felt new,
standing there way longer than necessary while trying—and failing—to stop replaying every single second of the last three days.
the study session. that smirk. the staring. the shoulder tap.
all of it. it was stupid. annoying.
and somehow still sitting right under your skin.
so now, fresh and warm, skin still soft from steam, you’d thrown on the first comfortable thing you could find—an oversized hoodie that swallowed your hands if you pulled the sleeves down, and a pair of shorts that barely showed beneath it. your hair was still a little damp, smelling like shampoo
the ends brushing against your bare legs as you walked.
quiet dorm halls. late enough that everything felt softer.
you were humming to yourself under your breath by the time you remembered it.
your charger. left in the common room.
with a quiet groan to absolutely no one you made the trip downstairs, sliding across the hall in socks
still half relaxed from your shower and convincing yourself this was quick. easy. in and out.
the common room was mostly empty, lights low, that late-night stillness sitting over everything.
and there it was—your charger, abandoned on the couch thankfully sero hadn’t snatched it yet.
you grabbed it with a victorious little hum, wrapping it around your hand as you turned toward the door, already thinking about getting back to bed.
completely fine. completely normal.
and there, filling the doorway like the universe personally hated you, stood katsuki.
still. broad shoulders against the frame, hands low at his sides, all dark clothes and sharp edges and that heavy presence that made every room feel smaller.
for one second your brain fully stopped.
you physically jumped, the sound catching in your throat, body going rigid so fast it almost hurt.
no smirk. no teasing grin. somehow that was worse.
just katsuki in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, red eyes locked on you like he’d been expecting this exact moment. his face was calm—too calm.
blank in that way that always felt a little dangerous, like all the real reaction was sitting somewhere underneath.
his head tilted slightly, slow, studying you, eyes tracking your body.
you were still standing there with your charger in your hand like it was going to save you.
his voice came low, even.
“you can’t ignore me forever.”
your throat felt stupidly tight. eyes blinking.
“i wasn’t ignoring you,” you said, too quick, already sounding guilty. “i’ve just been busy and—”
his eyes narrowed just a little.
then he rolled them, sharp and unimpressed.
“stop it,” he said. “i’m not dumb.”
silence dropped heavy between you, your fingers tightened around the charger.
he pushed off the doorframe slowly, like he had all the time in the world. hands sliding into his pockets, posture lazy,
but there was something in it—something that made your stomach pull tight.
because he was calm. oddly calm.
and somehow that felt scarier than if he’d just yelled.
he started walking toward you, slow enough to make every step feel deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours.
the sleeves of his shirt shifted with the movement, and you caught it—faint, sharp, the vein pulsing along the inside of his wrist.
oh he was annoyed as fuck.
you stayed exactly where you were, wide-eyed, heart beating way too hard, watching him get closer.
slowly he walked over his eyes not just on your own, trailing your body the heat in his eyes didn’t look like anger more so something he was holding back. he stood closer
close enough that you could feel the heat off him, close enough that your grip on the charger tightened without you meaning to.
his eyes dragged over your face once, slow, taking in every bit of that wide-eyed look you hadn’t managed to shake.
then his lips pressed together, not quite a smirk—something drier. sharper.
“y’know,” he said, voice low, rough around the edges, “if you wanted a kiss that bad, you could’ve just asked.”
your breath caught instantly.
“instead you go ghost,” he added, almost bored, like he was stating a fact, but there was something under it. something tighter. “real smart.”
“i—” your voice stumbled. “i didn’t—”
“yeah, you did.” flat. certain.
his lips pursed again, eyes flicking over you like he was weighing something, then dismissing it.
“doesn’t matter now,” he muttered, but it didn’t sound like it didn’t matter. not really. “just—would’ve taken anything over you acting like i don’t exist.”
your shoulders pulled in just a fraction, nerves twisting up your chest.
“i’m sorry,” you said, softer now, actually meaning it, words starting to spill out. “i just thought you were messing with me and i didn’t wanna—”
he cut you off, quick, like he didn’t want to hear the rest.
his hand came up, rough, dragging over the back of his neck, fingers pressing there as he looked away from you for the first time since you walked in. jaw tight.
breath heavier than it should’ve been for how calm he was acting.
for a second, it was just that. him… off.
“these last few days,” he said, still not looking at you, voice lower now, stripped of that teasing edge, “made me realize some shit.”
your heart stuttered. his fingers flexed at his neck.
“like how damn annoying it is when you’re not around,” he muttered, almost under his breath. “and how much i actually… missed you.”
the second he vocalised those few words you could feel your whole body shift. missed you?
he didn’t give himself time to back out.
you could see it—the way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulders squared like he was bracing for something,
like if he paused for even a second he’d shut down and walk away, he couldn’t keep going with this internal battle, he’s getting this shit out now.
“nah—hold on,” he said quickly, almost cutting off the silence before it could settle. “i need to say this now.”
his hand dropped from his neck, then came back again, fingers dragging there like he didn’t know what to do with them. his words came a little faster, rougher than usual.
“and don’t—don’t expect it to be pretty or whatever, i’m not doing that shit,” he muttered, already annoyed at himself, pushing through it anyway. “i’m saying it how it is— and fuck i’m sorry this isn’t exactly how i wanted to tell you s’kinda weak but just listen.” he spoke too fast, clearly nervous under that gruff voice.
he took a breath. looked at you properly this time.
and for a second, there was something almost uncertain there—something you’d never seen on him—before it hardened into something more familiar.
“i like you,” he said, voice lower now, grounded. “like… really fuckin’ like you.”
his eyes didn’t leave yours.
“not just messing with you or whatever. not just because you’re easy to rile up,” he added, a small scoff under his breath like he hated admitting any of this. “even when i act like a dick to get a reaction outta you—”
“—i’ve been stressing like hell these past four days,” he went on, words tightening again, faster, the honesty slipping out before he could filter it. “thinking i scared you off. that you were done with me or some shit and i—”
he stopped himself, breath catching for half a second.
“i don’t wanna lose you— i guess ive sorta just accepted that i do like you and i don’t want it to be too late now ..”
your eyes widened, fixed on his face, watching every shift—the confidence cracking just enough.
the regret already creeping in like he was realizing how much he’d just said.
and you didn’t let it sit, knowing him another second of silence and he’d be out of here regretting every word he said.
“katsuki— i really like you too.”
your voice cut in soft. steady. not nervous anymore. his head lifted just slightly.
you swallowed, a small breath leaving you as you held his gaze.
“i’m sorry,” you added, slower this time. “for avoiding you. i just… freaked out.”
he blinked. actually blinked. wide eyed expression studying your face as you softly spoke that apology which he had zero ear for.
“…yeah?” he murmured, quieter now, searching your face like he needed to be sure you meant it.
then, almost immediately—
“so you’ll go out with me?”
there it was again. still him. blunt. straight to it. no drawn-out bullshit.
his eyes stayed locked on yours, waiting.
and your face—it lit up softly, the kind where only certain parts of your face are brightened but he somehow tends to notice.
and he didn’t look away, just takes a second to look at you more deeper. knowing this game is over he feels something within him sift.
that softer edge, that rough honesty—it doesn’t disappear, but it melts into something heavier, something sharper. his lids lower just slightly
gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth like it’s the only thing in the room now.
he steps forward. slow. deliberate.
until the back of your thighs hit the couch behind you, the contact making your breath hitch without meaning to. he doesn’t touch you yet—just stands there
close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of his natural warming scent, the quiet sound of his breathing. his eyes don’t leave your lips.
his tongue drags softly over his bottom lip, like he’s thinking about it, like he’s been thinking about it.
“so.. you want that kiss now?” he asks, voice low, rough, not teasing this time—something deeper under it.
you don’t even hesitate. you don’t blush.
you just look at his mouth the same way he’s looking at yours… and nod. no words could possibly describe the feeling inside your stomach right now.
his grin flashes—quick, sharp, satisfied—and then he’s leaning in.
and it’s not gentle ohhh no it’s not careful.
it’s messy in the best way—his lips hitting yours a little off, a little rushed, like he’s been holding back for days and finally doesn’t have to anymore.
the contact is warm, firm, a little rough around the edges, and it sends something straight through your chest.
his tongue was wet and hot against your own sloppy sounds released by the both of yours mouths combined.
little sounds were swallowed whole by his mouth. now this kiss was worth waiting for.
his hand comes up fast, cupping your cheek, fingers warm and solid against your skin as he pulls you closer into it, like he doesn’t want even an inch between you.
the way he kisses like he means it—like he’s trying to say everything he couldn’t get out properly before.
your fingers clutch at his shirt without thinking, fabric bunching under your hands, and that just makes him press in harder, a quiet breath leaving him against your mouth.
“shit…” he murmurs, barely pulling back for a second, forehead almost brushing yours before he leans back in.
this time it’s slower—but not softer.
his lips move against yours with more intent now, less clumsy but just as intense, like he’s figuring it out as he goes, like he wants to get it right. the kiss deepens without even thinking about it
you can feel the way his grip tightens just slightly at your cheek, thumb brushing your skin.
it’s the kind of kiss that makes your stomach flip hard enough to make you feel unsteady.
you can hear it too—the faint, quiet sound of it in the empty common room, the soft shift of movement as he leans you more firmly back against the couch,
crowding your space without hesitation.
for a second, everything else just… disappears.
the second he pulls his lips off of yours taking second to look into your eyes before clearing his throat.
“mm— well uh would you wanna come watch a movie with me— i uhm— only if your down” he said roughly sounding like a broken record
your smile was instant. a little too knowing.
“sure .. i’ll come watch a movie with you ..” your voice was low and all too knowing as your hand slipped into his ignoring his confused response.
he may be hot but he was dumb.
and that movie did not get watched .
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a/n: ugh i hate this but i need it out of my drafts
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