BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

BakuKami| Alone Together, At Last

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Suggested by; RunMeOverTae
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Despite the surprisingly healthy relationship, approaching one another for things as big as affection is still a bit intimidating. And despite them approaching their fourth month of being in a relationship together, affection is something both are playing around with, still.

It's the all-familiar curse of relationships; one is always too busy, and the other is always too outgoing...

Whenever Katsuki is free, Denki is being stolen by their group of friends.
Whenever Denki is free, Katsuki is too busy, or away.

Finally, Denki has received some good news.

With spring break right around the corner, and a set goal to spend more time with his boyfriend, Denki feels confident. Denki feels good.

Sweaty and tired, wearing an expression that most people who live in the dorms would avoid, Katsuki reenters the dorms after spending about three hours at the gym.
He's pulled a muscle by accident, and his patience is at an all-time low. He stiffly makes his way past the common area, scowling and ignoring the usual stares he gets.

Thankfully, the elevator was an easy way out, rather than stairs... it's one less thing he has to worry about. He can't wait to just get to his dorm room...

He's annoyed to have the elevator stop a floor before the one he'd selected. He's growling as the door opens, but it stops, his growl fades into a sound akin to a soft coo, even.

"Kats!" He chirped with joy, "hey! I was gonna go looking for you--"
"Just got back from the gym," he claimed in a quiet mumble, "I fucking pulled a back muscle."

The teen's smile drops as he grimaces for him. "Oh no,-"
"M'Goin' to my room..." he mumbled, tugging the yellow-haired teen into the elevator before the doors tug shut. Denki, still new to their new greeting routine, tugs Katsuki's head down and presses a long kiss against the side of his head, not minding the smell of sweat that came with it. It's understandable, Katsuki has just said he's come back from the gym.

"Where? Where does it hurt?" He asked, setting a firm hand on the blond's back.
"F'I move my arm, or waist, I can barely fuckin' breathe,-- I'm such a god damned idiot," he snarled to himself. "Almost dropped a weight on my foot, too..."

Denki can't help but laugh at the clumsy Katsuki that he's just admitted to being.
And in all honestly, ever since they've started dating, Denki has seen it more and more.
He'd never took Katsuki to be a clumsy person... It's highly unexpected, especially after seeing the tricks and twirls he can do mid-air, during combat.
On his own, however, Katsuki is a walking disaster. Pushing Katsuki into a room full of fine china sets could be considered an insult to him. He'd have to take a few mere steps before it all came crashing down...

Denki has noticed that it ties with his weak management of stress. The more frustrated he becomes, the more broken things will surge. And to someone who laughs at other people's disasters... Denki finds himself to be amused twenty-four-seven.

"Why were you gonna look for me," Katsuki then asks, wanting to move on from his failure.
"Oh, uhm... I just.. dunno, wanted to ask something of you,"
"Eh? Ask what?"