Well, she didn't like him. He was meanspirited. But she couldn't say he was ugly. He was taller than her. His eyes were intense. His arms...
"No," she objected to herself.
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@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialWell, she didn't like him. He was meanspirited. But she couldn't say he was ugly. He was taller than her. His eyes were intense. His arms...
"No," she objected to herself.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialKatsuki snorted. “At least he has a niche… since he’s basically stayed an extra since day 1. If only he didn’t look like a pedophile behind a ‘free candy’ van…”
“Katsuki! Don’t be rude! Rikido is a good-looking man!” Ochaco scolded, slapping his arm.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social"We made a mess again, didn't we..." Was all he could manage before he fell forward into her body and passed out. She sighed a little and cradled half his body, running her fingers through his dirty ash blond hair.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“She- she’s pretty,” the man gave a nod, ignoring Katsuki's other comments.
“She’s dead.”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social"You know you don't have to make everything a challenge, right?" Uraraka said, though she didn't seem surprised.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“Don’t fall asleep,” Katsuki whispered, but to be honest, he didn’t mind it. If he could get fucked while sleeping, he’d take the opportunity too.
“‘M not,” Ochako mumbled into the pillow. “Resting.”
“Mhm, sure. Ready for your lullaby?” he asked.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialAs time would go on, their pain shared around their long dead classmate would forge a strong bond… And when their former classmates saw this, they were absolutely shocked. Past sins were forgiven, and the era of trust in heroes was rekindled.
If only the good times were to last.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“This ain’t over, though…” he whispers to the wind as he widens his stance and puts his arms out behind him. “I promise you…the next we meet, I won’t let you get away. You’re 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialHe imagined what the lovers must look like, with their pale, creamy skin slick with sweat and sliding against each other, their pink mouths open and breathing hard, their blond and brunette hair messy from hands running through it.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialShe frowns. "You know I can get loose unless I use my quirk."
"Which is forbidden in here. So go ahead and say it."
"You bested me."
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialHe flinches a little when he felt a hand against his temple, he quickly turned his head to find Uraraka was brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Sorry..." she mumbles softly before pulling her hand back.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“I can’t believe you!” Ochako yelled at Katsuki as he rested on a hospital bed with casts all over his body, “The first thing you do after you finally come home after three years is to pick a fight with Deku!”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“But don’t look!” she cried while Bakugou pushed her bra upwards so it left her breasts exposed. He laughed and flicked a nipple with his finger.
“How can I not look?” he asked, but Uraraka was too shocked by the tingling sensation his light touch caused.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Flirting with him like that in front of me?” He stared so deep into her eyes he could’ve seen her soul.
A sly smirk popped on her face. “Huh? I have no idea what you’re talking about honey. I was just being nice to the kind officer.”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialYes, she knew of his crimes. His inflated ego, need for control and violent tendency. However, her eyes ran over the polaroid he sent back. Not even thoughts of how or why he had one in a prison cell could outdo the thoughts of him touching her, kissing her.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialOchako wanted them, the both of them. She wanted how they made her feel. In Izuku’s case, adored, in Katsuki’s, desired. She wanted to see them love each other up close, and have that feel like her’s, too.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialBefore either of them could say anything else the sound of foot steps could be heard coming down the hall.
“Katsuki?” his mother called out.
“Shit! Hide! Hurry!”
Ochako did a three sixty before jumping into the bed and burying herself underneath the pillows and blanket.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialBakugou Katsuki prided himself on being up early every morning to cook breakfast and make a bento for his badass wife. This morning he made eggs and even spent time making her rice look like pandas (he knows they’re her favorite) for her birthday.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialAs the first stars began to sprinkle the sky Katsuki glanced down at Uraraka’s trembling hand. He decided in that moment he would never miss the opportunity to take a hand again.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialHe was never able to bed any of the women he met. As much as he pretended it was Ochako beneath him—his dick refused to cooperate. He blamed that on the booze as well. Though, in his heart of hearts he knew the real reason.
They didn’t smell like her.
They didn’t taste like her.