Unveiled Winds || Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Chapter 52 - Ash in the Air

Afterwards, the silence between you stretched in something warm and wordless.

You'd showered together, half out of necessity, half out of quiet instinct. There was no teasing, no heat left to burn off. Just soft touches, the sound of water, and Bakugou's hand steady at your back as he helped you wash the sweat from your skin.

He'd handed you a shirt after. One of his. Oversized and soft, it swallowed your frame, falling halfway down your thighs.

Now, the two of you were tucked into his bed. Limbs tangled loosely under the covers, the moonlight catching along his jaw and the faint rise and fall of his chest. One of his arms rested beneath your head, the other draped over your waist.

You shifted a little under the blanket, head tucked against Bakugou's shoulder, your leg lazily draped over his.

"Careful, Katsuki. If you keep holding me like this, I might think you actually like me."

"Tch." He turned his head slightly, but you caught the faint pink rising at the tips of his ears. "You're the one clingin' to me like a damn vine."

You hummed, shifting a little closer, letting your leg slide further over his. "Mmm. So you're saying I started it?"

He didn't answer right away, just scoffed under his breath, too low to be real annoyance. His hand at your waist gave the smallest squeeze, grounding and quiet. The weight of his arm didn't move.

He grunted in response, but didn't push you away. His fingers traced absent circles along your waist under the blanket.

After a moment, you tilted your head again, eyes narrowing playfully. "So. Be honest. On a scale from one to ten..."

He side-eyed you. "Don't even finish that sentence."

"You're right," you said, pretending to sigh. "It was clearly a twelve."

Bakugou groaned and covered his face with one hand. "You're the worst."

You grinned, nuzzling back into his shoulder. "And yet, here you are. Holding me."

He didn't respond to that, just curled his arm a little tighter around your waist, pulling you in closer.

"Hey," you said suddenly, voice casual but curious. "Can I ask you something?"

Bakugou didn't open his eyes, but his hand paused where it had been tracing lazy circles on your waist. "...The hell you already doing that for?"

You snorted. "Fine. I will ask you something."

He huffed, but didn't stop you.

You tilted your head, lips curving into a sly smile. "When'd you lose your virginity?"

That got his eyes open. He gave you a dry, unimpressed look. "...What?"

You bit back a laugh. "I'm just asking! You don't have to be so suspicious about it. You're acting like I asked for your blood type."

"You might as well have," he muttered, still glaring half-heartedly.

You nudged him. "C'mon. Was I your first?"

He blinked.

Then he gave you a look.

You grinned wide. "Okay, okay, fair. That would've been incredibly flattering, though."

Bakugou sighed through his nose. "...Seventeen."

You bolted upright like you'd just won the lottery. "Ha! I knew it."

Before he could react, you shoved his shoulder back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips under the blanket. Bakugou blinked up at you, brows raised.