𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞...
You were so excited for the class 1-A reunion, and even happier to see your crush. But it's always one step forward and 2 steps back wh...
You watch as he slumps onto the bed, rolling over and basically passing out.
And you, wish to do the same but unfortunately you would rather finish the paper with the bit of peace you have than try to multi task while trying to care for an injured man baby.
So, you slave away at the paper partially bullshitting to raise your mark using flattery.
And before you can stop it, your eyes flutter shut and lock closed.
Sending you too a quiet sleep. And when your eyes blink open, you groan, staring at a 99% complete assignment.
You scramble to finish it and get it submitted, finally closing your computer with a tap of the screen to the keyboard.
You lay flat on the guest bedroom bed, sighing as you your mind wanders.
You were thinking about nothing in particular until you suddenly realise the eerie silence withing the walls of Katsuki's loft.
You slowly inch off the bed, and walk out of the room with a yawn.
Adjusting your thin tank top, as you couldn't figure out how to work the AC.
You push the door open, to reveal a grumbling blonde trying to get up.
"Sit down."
you mumble, searching the room for bandages.
"I know it sucks but really you can't move."
he scoffs, and you try to push him back down to no avail.
"And why the fuck not."
it was now your turn to scoff, a list of reasons compiling in your head at the question.
"Well, what are you gonna do when your injury splits or when you get hit in the same spot? What if you worsen it!"
you flail your hands and he rolls his eyes.
"So what? I deal with this all the time. Unless you intend to try to convince me to stay here I am ain't staying put for shit."
you huff, half considering just putting him to sleep but you soon realise he would notice before you would be able to touch him.
His reflexes were above and beyond yours, a sort of ease that must come with being one of the most in demand heros this year.
His strong and sturdy but flexible build, gave him the strength to use his quirk with ease and the flexibility to move like a liquid when needed.
It was marvellous really-
"Take a picture. It'll last longer."
he puffs a laugh through his nose with a cocky smile carved over his features.
You roll your eyes and begin replacing the bandages over his now semi sanitised wound.
"Plus none of that will happen if I just stand up, Dozey."
you scoffs once again and you push him down a little firmer this time, soaking in the way his eyes contort in shock but soon mold into a 'I accept your challenge' glare paired with his signature smirk.
"Unfortunately 'let professional hero up and onto the field in an injured state, which resulted in further injury.' would not be the best look on my resume."
he chuckles and lifts his arm for you to get better access to his wound.
"Fine, I'll stay still. But you gotta give me something to stay for."
he grins and you feel a chill slide down your spine at the slight sleepy slur of his tone.
"What are you 4? You need to bribed to listen?"
your hands find your hips, huffing you speak again.
"Well 'm gonna get bored, need t'a kill time."
he grins, he was very obviously planning something, but what.
"Fine. What."
you roll your eyes at his chuckle even though it felt like you were hearing the gates of heaven open before you.
You could hear the bed creak under the mass of his weight, and when you peaked you could see he was hunched over his now crossed legs, using his arms to support himself and his eyes were trained onto you.
It was intimidating, but you liked the feeling it gave you.
Your cheeks heat and you find yourself fumbling with the bandages, unsure if you should approach him or scurry out of the room.
He obviously noticed the way his actions impacted you, judging by the arrogant pull of his smirk.
"C'mere."
he commands, and you do as you're told. You crawl towards his spot on the bed, stopping just before him. He cocks a brow, and speaks again.
"Well, what're ya waiting for? A fucking invitation? M' cold."
you huff as he lifts you with little to no effort.
"Katsuki! You literally just got out of the hospital!"
you scramble to get out of his hold, failing miserably. He chuckles, and holds you down to his chest.
"Whatever."
you murmur, head falling onto his chest.
You sigh into the muscle of his chest, slowly trying to fall on his side so you can avoid touching his wound.
"You scared me."
you murmur into his chest, and he huffs.
"Happens all the time."
he groans and you poke him just above his bandages.
"Doesn't mean you shouldn't care."
he groans again, looking at the way you bat your eyelashes up at him form your spot cuddled up against him.
You look up at him, smiling. He had a straight undeniably attractive face.
"Can I kiss you?"
you blurt.
You don't even register your words until his head whips your way with a look of shock written over his face.
He was so kiss-able, so very very love-able.
He pulls you up effortlessly and plants his lips on your once again.
Much longer this time.
His tongue dances with your own and you forget to find the time to breathe.
A strong scent of warm caramel and burnt marshmallows floods you nose.
And when both of you pull away, you blink a few times before he pulls his shirt over his head and you follow suit.
Both of your clothes discarded, he watches intently as you climb over and straddle him.
Your bra was already flung over to the other end of the room.
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