Katsuki Bakugou Ao3 fics

Of Hot Cocoa and Rainy First Kisses by ; salty_maple_latte

Summary:
Shoto's bad day turns into something he didn't expect. He got caught in the moment, okay?

Shoto pulled back with a gasp, slapping a hand over his mouth. What had he just done? Kissed Bakugo-Freaking-Katsuki out on a public street corner, in the pouring rain, with no pretense, no nothing…and Katsuki, Katsuki somehow wasn’t beating the crap out of him right now. No, he was watching Shoto with a blazing look…was he mad? Furious?

“S-sorry!” Shoto squeaked, and then he ran.

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Shoto stalked up the last few stairs to his apartment, his vision blurring with tears. He fumbled with his keys, then managed to unlock the door and go crashing inside. He shrugged off his muddy boots and support items in the entry and bolted for his room. The door barely closed before he turned into a sobbing mess.

He couldn’t even begin to quantify why he was upset. A headache in the morning, meetings where his suggestions were immediately dismissed, a crappy cup of coffee, a tense phone call with his dad. A very rainy patrol, a villain that hit him with a cheap shot and slipped away. Mud everywhere. Dirty rainwater all over his suit. Cranky civilians. Cranky coworkers. And very cranky supervisors, who took it out on the junior heroes in an end-of-day meeting.

So Shoto was done. He threw his hero suit into a sodden pile on the floor and dove into his bed, pulled the covers around himself, and cried while no one could hear him.

This turned into a nap, and Shoto woke up hungry about half an hour later. He pried himself out of bed, put on shorts and a t-shirt, and brought his hero suit with him to the kitchen. He could hear one of his roommates quietly opening and closing cabinets before he got there. It turned out to be Katsuki, wearing leggings and a long t-shirt, making a cup of tea.

He looked up when Shoto walked in with his armful of wet clothes. Then he reached over and opened the washer for him.

“Thanks,” Shoto said. He stuffed his clothes inside and added soap.

Katsuki gestured to the electric kettle on their countertop. “You need some cocoa?”

This simple question gave Shoto pause for two reasons: one, because he realized cocoa would probably make him feel better; two, because Katsuki had framed it as a need, not a want, and he usually didn’t mince words. So that was a choice. Shoto looked at him over his shoulder. “Yes…how’d you know?”

Katsuki shrugged. “Sounded like you had a rough day.”

Shoto folded his arms and leaned against the counter, suddenly feeling conspicuous. He looked down at the floor. “Sorry. Didn’t realize you were home.”

“Huh?”

“Sorry I was upset,” Shoto repeated. “I thought I was alone.”

“I’m not…I’m not mad about it. You’re allowed to be upset. Just don’t, like, break stuff or punch holes in the walls and it’s not a problem.” He cocked his head at Shoto. “You know that it’s okay to cry sometimes, right? I’ve heard you tell Deku that a million times.”

Shoto shrugged. His throat felt tight and he still didn’t actually meet Katsuki’s eyes. “Just…feels dumb, you know?”