Cussed (Kacchako)

FIFTEEN

FIFTEEN

Katsuki was exhausted when he walked back onto the school grounds. The last few days had been mentally taxing as people he couldn't stand either grilled him on what had happened in Paris before he left Europe or tried to 'subtly' grill him about what was going on with him and Uraraka fucking Ochako. It hadn't just been that bastard Deku, either. Icy Hot had shown up at the half-assed confab and apparently Deku had said something to him. At least Deku could be somewhat subtle when asking about things and knew when the questions were getting overly annoying. Todoroki was dense as fuck and wouldn't shut up until someone else pulled him away or Katsuki stormed off. It wasn't any of their fucking business and they were busy with things that were actually important, even if Katsuki knew the answers to their idiotic questions, their priorities should have been elsewhere. The entire ordeal had been exhausting while he tried to play nice in front of some of the people who were responsible for his temporary academic exile. Patience had never been one of his strong suits.

He had realized one thing though, he had really missed that damn woman. It had been a struggle of self-control to keep from blowing up her phone or calling her. It had only been two days and the withdrawals were fucking killing him. That, more than anything, made Katsuki realize that they should slow down. That spikey-haired bastard was right. Ochako wasn't Delphine. He didn't have to worry about the same things with her. Ochako was strong, and she was good. She would be safer to care about. But she had just gotten out of a relationship. She wasn't looking to dive into another one, and he didn't want to be just a rebound. He didn't know if they could last, but he definitely didn't want to be cast of in a month or two when she got whatever itch she had out of her system and was ready to actually start looking for someone else.

So, the plan was to go slow. Do the movie nights with her, go on those stupid dates couples liked to go on. Go through the steps of old schoolmates, acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and then, eventually, a couple. Or partners. Or lovers. Or whatever the current fucking term was for people who were together and touching each other. It would be rough, but she was relatively shy, and he could work with that and pull back. Keep himself in control by just respecting her boundaries. The self-control would be frustrating, but overall it would be relatively simple. Right. Because that was how things had been working out for him recently.

The damn woman met him at the fucking gate. Wearing almost nothing. It was still cold out, how was she not freezing?! She looked like she had gotten out of bed too. Her hair was tousled and she wasn't even wearing socks, let alone shoes. "What the fuck are you wearing? It's cold, go back inside and—" The woman had the audacity to sigh at him before yanking his face down to hers for a kiss. He was too exhausted, and too shocked, to respond. He wanted sleep. He needed a shower. Things were supposed to go slowly. Ochako wasn't supposed to meet him out here half-fucking-dressed. She pulled back and narrowed her eyes at him before frowning and gently smacking the side of his face with one of her hands. He glared at her.

"You've been gone for several days. I was kind enough to meet you at the gate." Ochako smacked the side of his face again, causing his glare to deepen. "Greet me properly."

Katsuki felt his self-control fraying. "Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath as his eyes focused on her mouth. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear." Her sassy, tempting, soft, warm mouth. "Fucking woman, do you even care?" She jumped when he dropped his bag to the ground. Before she could recover, he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her flush against him before slamming his mouth down on hers. Ochako's arms snaked around his neck and she seemed to melt into him. He had been thinking about this all those hours that he had dodged subtle questions from Deku—and the less subtle ones from Todoroki. He had been thinking about this while he had convinced himself of the merit of pulling back and really getting to know this peculiar woman in front of him. Katsuki had been thinking about this for days and, for some idiotic reason, he had believed that he wouldn't be tempted by it.