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Chapter 22 - Interlude

Bakugo Katsuki 

Her legs were wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders, breathing heavily— excitedly— in his ear. He loved when she did that. He loved it when she laughed or when she cried out in ecstasy as well.

Unfortunately, she only did these things while riding his back for their Grav Burst at the moment. But he didn't mind. Feeling her body pressed so close to his was both heavenly and torturous beyond belief.

A week ago she had suggested trying this move after thinking about how well they'd worked together to save Nate.

Nate, the poor bastard, who had been obviously smitten with him since day one.

But he couldn't bring himself to hold contempt for the man no matter how idiotic and naive he was. Guarding him had given Katsuki a second chance with her. A chance to do things differently if he could just make her see that he wasn't a complete piece of shit.

Too bad you are a complete piece of shit, his mind supplied.

But he wouldn't be, he kept telling himself. He wouldn't be to her.

He had hardly been able to believe his fortune when she'd walked into that office behind Mt. Lady. And again, when she'd asked him— as if it weren't he who needed to be begging— if he could go back to picking on her rather than ignoring her. She didn't even realize that she knew exactly how to make him feel like the worst kind of asshole.

She grunted softly as she shifted her hips to a more comfortable position and his mind was thrown back to that night. That night she'd practically attacked him. The night she'd put his hands on her body and told him to do dirty things to her, things that made him feel like he was burning alive with desire.

That was twice now she'd kissed him. Those kisses told him more than she ever let her words say, although she had said quite a lot that night. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He saw it in her eyes every time they argued, every time she bit her lip as she watched a bead of sweat roll down his neck.

And if all he'd wanted was her gorgeous body, he would've had it by now. He still didn't know how he'd managed to tell her no when she'd demanded, not once but twice, to fuck her senseless. He had to have been in some kind of ultimate zen state because god knew if she even said it now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

But more than that, more than wanting her to roll her hips against his and cry out in pleasure, he wanted her heart.

He wanted to see her light up when she saw his face. He wanted her to interlace her fingers with his and hug his arm to her chest. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and feel her whole body melt into his.

"Bakugo!" Uraraka yelled at him and he came suddenly back to his senses.

He hadn't quite gotten the hang of course correction yet and his lack of attention had caused them to veer off course. He overcorrected and they did something like a barrel roll and broke apart.

Fortunately Uraraka's quirk still affected them so they didn't immediately crash to the ground, but without a means of propulsion to stop her, she went flying and didn't stop until she hit a tree, releasing her quirk and dropping them both to the ground then.

He rushed to her limp form and kneeled next to her, lightly touching her back.

In his mind he panicked, worried she might have even hit her head or broken a bone. He wanted to pick her up, check her for injuries, make her swear to never try this stupid idea again.

But, instead, all he did was keep his hand at her back and said, "Get up, floaty. We're not done."

She stirred under his touch and lifted her head, not appearing to be injured aside from scrapes and probably a massive bruise on her back later.