Kids In Love | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader/OC

thirteen- Katsuki

I press my lips against the top of her head and sigh into her hair. I skipped my run today in favor of spending one last day wrapped up in honey lavender and bliss. Her arm tightens around me, and she mumbles softly. I always love listening to her talk in her sleep. Sometimes when I come back to bed, she will have conversations with me she can't remember. I run my fingers through her hair, and she stirs a little.

"Katsuki," she mumbles.

"Are you actually awake?" I ask as I let the silky ends of her hair slip from my fingers.

"Mmhm," she hums but her eyes don't open.

"You're going to need to wake up soon, angel. Those extras are going to want to spend the last day partying."

We all leave tomorrow. I've been on the phone with the Best Jeanist a few times this summer. He's offered me a position at his agency starting on Monday. My chest feels heavy. Monday. In two fucking days I'll be a pro hero working at an actual agency saving lives and reforming villains. Ayaka sighs softly as she rolls closer to me. She's practically laying on top of me, but I really don't mind. I know I should. I know I've really fucked up here, but I can't help it. I can't seem to stay away from her.

Tomorrow might just end up being the worst day of my life. But for now, I just get to bask in the warmth of her and the sun. I'm pulled out of my head by gentle lips pressing against my bare chest. I try to ignore the warmth that spreads through me. She peeks up at me with a soft sleepy smile.

"Hi," I whisper as I look down at her.

"Hi," she whispers back. She reaches up, cupping my cheek with her warm hand and gently tracing across the few scars that I've gotten over the years. I capture her hand in mine and press my lips along the soft plane of the back of her hand. Her hands are nice. Gentle and unscarred, small against my own and sliding perfectly against the ridges of my own hand.

She sighs and sits up, her arms stretching over her head with a yawn. I slide my hand up her shirt (my shirt that she stole) and run my hand up and down her back. She hums with a smile and then she frowns.

"What's wrong, angel?"

"We leave tomorrow."

"I know..."

"This has been like the best summer ever," she laughs softly but it's devoid of all humor, "I don't really want it to end."

"...me either," I quietly admit, "how about we go to the beach today. Spend time fucking around and we can worry about everything else tomorrow."

"Okay," she replies softly. I sit up and press a kiss to her temple. I can't lie, I'm going to miss this.

"I'll go make you coffee. You get that pretty ass up and put on that black bikini I like," I say as I stand and pull on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

She giggles as she falls back into bed. I would make a fool of myself a million times just to hear her laugh. I glance at her once more, eyes shut and basking in the morning light that warms the room before slipping out and heading downstairs.

"Bakubro!" Eijiro calls and I pause. They're all in the kitchen and it actually smells.... good?

"You guys actually managed to cook something and not burn the house down? I'm actually surprised."

"Hell, yes we did!" Mina cheers, "go wake my pookie up for breakfast."

"She's already up. I'll go-" before I can finish my sentence Mina, Denki, and Hanta all head towards the stairs. I sigh and shake my head. Eijiro smiles widely at me, spatula in hand.