When Heroes Collide - Bakugou X Reader Slow Burn

Chapter 101: First Kiss

But just as I moved to kiss him, Bakugou leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing, a confused frown crossing his face. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The air around us seemed to still as Bakugou stared at me, his gaze more intense than I'd ever seen it before. My actions hung in the space between us, quiet and vulnerable, but I couldn't take them back.

His eyes flickered with something I couldn't quite place, a storm of emotions simmering just beneath the surface. He didn't respond right away, and the silence stretched on for what felt like forever. My heart pounded in my chest, each second making the space between us feel heavier, more charged.

"Were you just about to..."

Oh god. This was not the reaction I'd hoped for. My stomach dropped, and I felt like a complete idiot, my heart twisting painfully as he finished the question out loud.

"Kiss me...?"

The words lingered between us, and I couldn't find a response that didn't make me feel more vulnerable. Yes, you idiot, I was. But I hadn't expected it to end like this, with him questioning what I thought had been a perfect, unspoken moment between us. Maybe this was karma—maybe I deserved this ache in my chest after hurting my best friend tonight.

"I just wanted to know what it felt like," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath, my heart still yearning despite the sting of rejection.

Bakugou's expression shifted—his usual rough, guarded exterior softened, just for a moment. He stared at me, his lips pressed into a thin line as though he was fighting with himself about what to do next. But then, before I could second-guess what I'd done, before I could backtrack or apologize, he moved.

"You... wanted to know what it'd feel like to kiss... me?"

I nodded, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through me as I quickly looked away, wishing for the ground to swallow me up and end this painfully awkward moment. I had no idea how to fix this, how to take back the vulnerability I'd just shown him.

But then, I felt his hand, warm and gentle, rise to my cheek, guiding my face back toward his. His gaze held mine, intense and unwavering, and for a moment, he seemed to study me, as though seeing something new. His eyes dropped to my lips, and, slowly and deliberately, he leaned in, closing the distance between us.

My breath caught in my throat, my pulse quickening as he leaned in closer. His eyes never left mine, and for a brief second, I thought I saw something flicker in them—something that made my heart race even faster.

And then, before I could think, his lips were on mine.

I'd always imagined that a kiss from Bakugou would be intense, blazing with the same fire that burned in his eyes whenever he was determined. But what I felt was entirely different, soft and tender, as though he was afraid to use too much force.

I could hardly believe that this was Katsuki—the boy who never held back, now seeming to hold onto me like I was something precious.

The world seemed to fall away as Bakugou kissed me, gentle at first, almost tentative, as if he was testing the waters, unsure of how far to go.

Our lips met in the most delicate kiss, his touch so soft, it felt like a whisper against my skin. His lips, warm and unexpectedly tender, brushed against mine with a sweetness that felt sacred, as if he were afraid to push too hard or move too quickly. I could feel his hesitance, the slight tremor of someone trying not to ruin a precious moment, someone unaccustomed to softness.

His fingers, rough yet surprisingly gentle, cradled my face, steadying me as he leaned closer, deepening the kiss with a subtle, almost aching slowness. Each second felt like he was exploring something new, tasting a sweetness he had never felt before, his restraint making it all the more meaningful.