𝗥𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 +K. Bakugo X Reader+

98. 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹

Warning: Things get a bit spicy but not explicitly written.

"Katsuki."

The man shot up from his bed, gasping. He wasn't a boy anymore. He was twenty-one, old enough to drink alcohol and get drunk. One of the fastest heroes around and one of the strongest around the underground.

His senses were sharp and he never once contemplated about other girls. His mind was always clouded with you, longing for the day you'd come for him. It's been so long since he last saw you.

So when he heard your voice, he was hopeful. He stood, grabbing the doll he made that resembled you. He peered out his window and saw the neon lights of the underground city. No, you weren't there.

He sighed, sitting back down on his bed. He was going to go insane if you didn't come for him. The only thing that kept him going was this stupid doll, your picture, and the danger he faces everyday from stopping villains.

He laid back down, banging the heels of his hand into his forehead in frustration. He wanted to see you, touch you, feel you. That bite of longing made him want to break the closest thing to him.

He needed to see you. He just needed to or else he'd lose his goddamn mind. Just a glimpse would be enough.

...who was he kidding, it would never be enough. Every second without you was agonizing.

He punched his bed and the fucker broke. He had enough, picking his bed up and throwing it against the brick wall. He was huffing, his bed was destroyed and he had nowhere else to sleep.

He slid to the ground, and pulled at his hair. He was seriously going mad.

"Don't do that."

He stopped pulling, looking around. That was definitely your voice.

"(Y/n)?" He spoke, getting to his feet. "Are you there or am I going insane?"

There was no reply and he grabbed his mirror, tossing it to the ground and making a mess of his room. He longed for you and he just couldn't help himself.

"Katsuki."

He clamped his hands over his ears, almost snarling. He couldn't stand it. Hearing you but not seeing you? He hated it so much. He wanted to destroy everything in his path.

"Katsuki."

He screamed, pushing his wardrobe over and throwing his clothes out. He banged the wood until his fists were bleeding. He hated it he hated it he hated it he hated it—!

"Katsuki!"

He was about to throw something else but arms wrapped around him. His eyes went wide and he dropped whatever he was holding. Against his back, he could feel you.

"Don't do that, Katsuki."

Without being able to stop it, tears streamed down his face. The girl—no, woman he loved, was right there. He shakingly put his hands over yours. Your hands were so soft and flawless.

"Katsuki, are you okay?" You moved to let go of him and moved around him.

His breath was caught in his throat when he saw you. Puberty hit you like a truck. Well, second puberty. You were a woman. Your body was a woman's body.

And your face was so beautiful. So, so beautiful. Your hands gingerly grabbed his face.

"You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen." You said, smiling at him. He was so beautiful. As a teenager, he still looked like a growing boy. And now, he was a man.