Fire & Smoke • Katsuki Bakugou x O/C

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20 Years Later.

Kitsune

I stare at the naked man sleeping beside me in my bed, my lip curled up in disgust.

I never know how to properly pick them when I've had a few too many to drink.

At least this one was a little better than the guy two nights ago.

My eyes drop down to the scratch marks I left on his back.

I roll my eyes at the embarrassing evidence of our night together and my level of intoxication.

Have my nails really gotten that long or am I just getting more desperate for dick?

I throw the sheets off of my legs and carefully place my feet on the ground, avoiding the squeaky wooden board of the shitty apartment floor.

I walk lightly on the balls of my feet towards my dresser and grab the first tshirt I can find, throwing it on over my head.

I freeze as the man shuffles around in bed for a moment. Getting them to leave is always the hardest part.

As soon as I'm sure that he's still asleep, I reach into my top drawer and grab a random pair of black shorts.

I struggle to pull them up my legs as I rush to exit my bedroom before he actually wakes up.

I walk out into the living room, hearing the TV play in the background.

I slowly shut my bedroom door behind me and walk towards the kitchen to grab some coffee.

I open an overhead cabinet and grab the first mug that I find.

"Really? Another one?"

I jolt forward, the mug slipping from my hands. I manage to catch it right before it shatters against the kitchen counter.

"What the fuck!" I whisper through gritted teeth.

"You scared the shit out of me."

Dabi sits at the kitchen table, with an eyebrow raised in amusement as he sips on his coffee.

"That's what? The third guy in under two weeks?" He shakes his head, chuckling in what sounds like disbelief and a hint of disapproval.

He picks his book back up, turning the page as he reads on.

I scoff lightly, pouring the black liquid into my mug and adding just a tiny spoonful of sugar.

"Don't judge me. I'm allowed to have fun."

My spoon clinks against my mug as I stir the sugar into the hot beverage, waiting for it to dissolve.

I walk over towards the kitchen table and pull out the chair across from Dabi, nearly throwing myself down into it.

"Sure you are. But do I have to hear it? All. Night. Long."