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💥 bakugou katsuki 💥

there's a darkness to your eyes - not the color per say - but the way your gaze focuses on him is downright devious. it's like you knows something that he doesn't and- it just pisses him off.

not only your eyes however, it's also your smile or perhaps it's a smirk. it's small, sly and suggestive.

it makes him want to- to- he's not quite sure, but he knows that as soon as you even glances at him in that way again, he'll- he will do something.

feelings were never quite his forte, but they'll lead him to an action in that very moment and, who's he to deny instinct?

his room is quiet and the moon is shining through the glass windows and there's anticipation running through his veins. he's not even sure why. it runs through him and he needs to do something already, damn it. the air he breaths is thick and heavy with tension and it's pissing him off.

so much for being uncaring when he can't even pinpoint for the reason for this feeling.

and he wants to know, he wants to get rid of it because it's always fucking there and he doesn't know why. and no, he doesn't want to know- he needs to know.

he can't go on with this godforsaken ache in him; he just wants it gone. be that as it may, he needs to know where it's coming from so that it can leave him and not plague his mind.

with that all said, he doesn't know how to pinpoint it and damn him if he'd ask for help. he's just so fucking frustrated-

"so bakubabe, penny for your thoughts?"

katsuki's eyes flit over to the sound of your voice and there you are, leaning against his door with your arms crossed against your chest. your eyes are closed and he can see your grin even in the dark. he knows he's silent for too long when your eyes open and lock with his own.

"not up to talking tonight? that's fine. i talk enough for the both of us."

you slide from your current position to the chair in front of him and you fold your leg on top of the other and your hands interlock, only to stay on your lap. you rest your head against back of the chair and tick your fingers along your thigh. you hum underneath your breath as a way to fill the silence.

these nights always starts off like this, you humming before shifting into a one-sided conversation.

it's commonplace for you to come and join him every night and sometimes the two of you would actually talk and others, the two of you just needed silence with company.

after all, misery loves company.

"why are you here?"

your eyes open and you stare back at him with - what you're sure is - a surprised gaze before you compose yourself into a cool facade.

"why do you think, katsuki?"

his name just falls so easily from your lips and you faintly wonder if it's because that's all it does in your mind.

"it's surely not because you like me because you've made it quite clear that you-"

he stops with his rambling when he hears your snort and his gaze is hard. there's no better way to describe the way they go clear to so fucking intense.