A Series Of Incidents (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)

[TWENTY THREE]

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is the gentle snoring coming from behind me. Slowly, I shift, and peek over my shoulder.

And am greeted by a close up of Katsuki's annoyingly fucking beautiful face.

I whip back around as fast as my tired self will allow. What the fuck? Why are we in the same bed?

What the fuck happened? My mind is so foggy...

Oh... that's right. I got lost.

Stupid, dimwitted, idiotic (Y/N). Crying like a baby in the Shinigawa district until your fucking prince charming came and swept you off your feet.

And you call yourself a Hero? Fucking pathetic. At least try and keep control of your anxiety.

I continue to inwardly diss myself for next five minutes, before deciding to sit up.

Not much to my surprise, I'm back in the hotel room, on the single bed that Katsuki and I had argued over who was getting. I realize I've been shoved to the edge of the bed whilst Katsuki is spread out like fucking pancake.

Way to give me room, man.

Scowling a little, I rub the back of my neck, and then check the time. 11:30 midday. Well, I don't know what time we got back yesterday.

Letting out a half minded cough, I shove my legs over the side, and let out an exhausted sigh.

What a day. First time in Tokyo and I already fucked up big-time.

"Who want lasagna?" I mutter, stretching out my back with a loud yawn.

"I want curry."

I jolt at the voice, and then breathe a sigh of relief. It's only Katsuki; wait, who the fuck else?

God, I'm such a delusional bitch.

I peer over my shoulder, and am suddenly overcome with guilt. It's my fault that he got up to go chase me down in a city he'd barely been to.

"I'm sorry." I state. "I was a fuckin idiot. You're welcome to go all bitch lasagna on me."

There's a pause, before I feel the very tips of his fingers brush against my wrist; it's barely there, but this is Katsuki we're talking about. This guy doesn't really like anyone touching him.

Well, I've seen Kirishima bumping shoulders with him a lot, but I think that's just a bro thing.

I think. Don't assume people's agendas.

"Don't do it again," he utters, lazily tracing his fingers up and down my hand.

I flex my toes at the sensation of his calloused fingers. Oh yes motherfucker, let's get spicy in here-

I read too much fanfiction.

"Katsuki," I suddenly ask, "what's your sexuality?"

Another long moment of silence, before he shrugs. "I don't have one."

"Could you... expand on that?" I ask, my eyes narrowing in confusion.

"I've never been attracted to anyone, so I don't fucking know what my sexuality is. Okay?" he grumbles, turning on his side so his back is to me. "I don't need to know either. I ain't got time for romantic shit."

"That's low. Even for you." I remark. "Though I can't say I'm any different. I haven't been attracted to anyone since I moved to Japan."

"So shut the fuck up!" he growls, throwing a pillow at me. "Stupid frizzy bastard. You hair's even frizzy now."