━ "shut up and kiss me." ✧
with a touch that melted like honey, and an understanding so pure and soothing to the soul -
she was still a moron, but maybe she was a little 'less shitty' than the rest.
slowburn katsuki x teasing!reader
wholesome baku...
⎯"i like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet, a little selfish."
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/(name) and katsuki. that's it.
"Heh, guess we really did it this time," (Name) grinned, leaning on the blond beside her who rolled his eyes in response. Their bodies were covered in scratches and poorly wrapped bandages, bedsheets now a mess beneath them as they awaited their punishment.
By the time they finished fighting, the training area was absolutely wrecked. Fences bent out of shape and rubble everywhere, even shards of glass from nearby buildings if you looked hard enough.
Unfortunately for them, the school had security cameras in every nook and cranny on campus. Their homeroom teacher showed up to drag them to the nurse's office, less than delighted to have once again caught them out past curfew — lying on the ground in the dead of night, looking at each other with dazed eyes.
"Wipe that smile off your face," Aizawa sneered when he re-entered the room, capture tape floating around his shoulders to match his scary demeanor. "I'm extending both of your suspensions."
Katsuki swore under his breath at the thought of falling behind again. Her hand ghosted over his, giving a reassuring squeeze, and that was when the older man decided he'd much rather sleep than deal with his hormonal students.
Aizawa kicked off the counter he was leaning on, rolling his neck with a glare far less intimidating than before. "I don't care what goes on between you two, but sort it out and don't neglect your training."
"You're the next generation of heroes. Don't forget that." He strolled toward the entrance, stopping only to toss a keyring over his shoulder.
Katsuki caught it in one swipe, glancing at the number on the key, then at the metal plating on the door as their teacher opened it. "And I want the entire dorm spotless by the end of the week or you're expelled."
"Yes sir!"
—
Bzzz...Bzzz
(Name) groggily grabbed her phone off the bedside table, scrolling through her messages for a few minutes, unmotivated to leave the comfort of her bed.
It was 10am, meaning the dorm was empty and everyone already left for class. Everyone except her and a certain hothead.
Last night after Aizawa told them to lock up, they took their time heading back. Talking about old memories, things they wanted to do before graduation, thoughts that kept them lying awake, anything really.
It made her realize how much there still was to learn about Katsuki, though they'd been almost attached at the hip since junior high. She could describe him inside and out to someone he's never met and the resemblance would be uncanny.
