𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 (ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ᴏᴄ)

Chapter 24

"𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖..."
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　"𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝔽𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣."　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
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"And you were fuckin' begging for it." Katsuki laughs to himself, seemingly at my expense as I stare up to him, the dark circles under my eyes growing.

I regret ever opening my mouth to taunt him. Clearly, my friendly fire was met with a shit ton of ammo that he's obviously been holding out on. From the first second my memory failed me, he reminded me, telling me exactly what I said and did in extreme detail.

I hate that I did that. I hate that I acted like a horny moron with no self respect but also... can you blame me?

"What next?" I sigh through a chuckle, my cheek resting in my palm as I sit crossed-legged on my bed, directly mirroring his position across from me.

"You kept saying 'please, Katsuki' over and over again." He snorts, picking at a thread in my bed sheet. He hasn't met my eyes once, despite the fact that I'm looking directly at him. It's strange, he's laughing like it's funny to him, but he seems more nervous than I am.

It's as if he really just wanted to get it off his chest so we would both be aware of what went down. I almost feel bad that I subjected him to that version of myself, it's embarrassing.

But I don't feel like the world's going to collapse around me for some reason. Last week, if I would've done that around him... I would've thrown up and probably forced my mom to transfer me to another school.

But, it's weird, he's telling me it all like he would tell a friend about a crazy girl he met at a party. Not as if he's talking about me. And I'm responding the exact same way, as if this whole humiliating ordeal isn't about me.

"Fuck. I was that desperate?" I run my hand down my face, my eyes closing as a humbled laugh blows out of my nose.

"Worse." He snorts, still not glancing up to me as he wraps the thread around his finger, trying to tie it into a knot as though it'll stop him from feeling boiling hot when recounting the whole experience.

"My bad." I drop my hand from my profile, tilting my head apologetically. It doesn't feel like the end of the world, I wasn't lying, but it doesn't feel good either. I feel like shit, I feel like I'm a piece of shit.

Why is everything I do so embarrassing?

Katsuki, his eyes threatening to widen ever so slightly, glances up to me for what seems like the first time all over again. Observing every detail of my prospect without really meaning to, his lips unseal.

"Nah, it's fine. I didn't..."

I raise a brow over to him, wondering where his train of thought wondered off to. Though, I get the gist of it.

"Yeah, you didn't mind. Got that from the biting." I laugh, finally at his expense. My foot pokes out to nudge him in the leg as he suddenly darts his gaze down, not finding nearly enough amusement with the idea as I do.

I still can't really remember it, so the heat of the moment doesn't flush back to me like a tsunami. Truthfully, I seem to have left the situation better than Katsuki did, as he's now the one with his eyes burning into his lap in...