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When You Walk In On Him | The Invitation

You checked on the time, knowing you'd arrived earlier than what Bakugou had planned. Yet having to wait ten minutes outside of his apartment was becoming a concern. Bakugou was a man of timing, not so much as his former classmate Iida, but never was he this late in responding to anything. With the exception of his reunion you recalled, but neither of you were in a rush for anything today.

"Katsuki?" You called from the front door, hearing nothing, which was odd.

You fished out for your keys, picking through them until you found your key to his apartment. Ever since his proposal, the both of you had agreed to have a copy of each other's apartment key. It made sense to do so now, both personally and professionally. Too many times had there been a few missions either of you crashed at each other's places. Your recollection of your recent ones brought a wry smile to your face.

Opening his front door, you peeked inside to find nobody. You recalled texting him earlier about meeting him today, reciting the words in your head:

Just come over Lightweight. I had a bad day.

That was code. And you knew what for. Again, Bakugou wasn't the greatest in sharing his feelings, but if he needed comfort, he demanded it.

You stepped into his studio apartment, tapping your toes to rid yourself of the slight strain on your ankles. The new braces were still getting broken into, as was your strength training, sending soreness in your calves and your shoulders. Of all days, it was one where every part of your body was radiating tightness, constantly rolling your joints and stretching as much as you could.

You eyed around the empty apartment to only hear the distant sound of a shower running momentarily before it stopped. It caught your attention when it's doors opened, revealing a very wet, smouldering Bakugou with nothing but his towel around his waist. His hair sat in a mess atop his head, something you originally thought was impossible for all these years, yet his face looked serene, almost relaxed until his steely gaze turned to you.

Your eyes darted between his red state and his chest, littered with scars here and there. And still very wet.

"I... should've waited," you cautiously spoke while you stepped backwards towards the front door.

"Why? You're here now," gruffly commented Bakugou while he walked towards you.

"Well now I feel rude for abusing my privileges with the apartment key so-"

Bakugou immediately shut the front door behind you, leaving you trapped between it and him, his skin still radiating the heat from the shower he had moments ago. You pressed against the door, more so to avoid his wet skin, yet his face edged closer to yours, spotting your eyes still staring at his chest.

"What's the matter? It's not like you haven't seen this before," he teased with a smirk.

"Well yeah, but maybe you should be a host and make yourself decent," you suggested. "You said you had a bad day."

"I did," he purred with his lips close to your ear. "But this is making it so much better."

Your eyes turned away from the embarrassment before he pulled himself away to kiss you deeply, feeling the moisture still lingering from his skin. You felt his chuckle reverberate through you until he walked away, leaving you by the door, dumbstruck.

"Get comfortable on the couch, Twinkle Toes," he ordered warmly before he walked back into the bathroom.