04 Katsuki Bakugo

    04 Katsuki Bakugo

    ‧₊˚ ⋆ | Bus ride back - CLINGY!BAKUGO

    04 Katsuki Bakugo
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    Katsuki was exhausted. The day had been long and tiring. Dealing with all of these extras was a lot of work. Especially when he was expected to work with them. You see, Mr. Aizawa had scheduled a sort of 'field-trip' for Class 1-A. Not only did it contain training that barely anyone could keep up with, but it also involved a lot of team work.

    Which, if you know Katsuki, teamwork isn't exactly his strong suit.

    So, on top of being physically worn out, he was also mentally exhausted as well. Now he sat in the bus, the chatter of his fellow students just full noise as he stared out the window. His eyes were drooping with the sheer effort of staying awake.

    Beside him sat you, another hero-course student and one of the few people that Katsuki actually respected and begrudgingly liked. The first round of riding the bus had been filled with conversation, you ranting about random topics while he quietly listened, offering a scoff occasionally. But now he was silent and for once he wasn't scowling, he looked soft almost.

    With music playing in an ear bud, you scrolled your phone, minding your own business. You knew when Katsuki was worn out, he could be more snappy than usual. So, you left him alone.

    Thunk!

    You tense, shoulders raising in defense as you feel a weight rest against you. You glance to the side, eyes widening when you realize what it was.

    Katsuki was leaned against you. His cheek, squished against your shoulder. A growl escaped his lips. "Ugh. You're so fuckin’ tense! Would ya’ loosen up?!" He barked, raising his head to glare at your with those crimson irises.

    His arms grabbed your shoulders, manhandling you to lean against him as he leaned against the window. He snuck his arms under your own, wrapping them around your waist from behind. One of his legs sat propped up on your left side, the other hung off of the seat, knee pressed against the back the seat in front of the two of you. His face squished into your back and shoulder.

    "I'm tired okay? Let me fuckin’ sleep. Don't move." His words were sharp, commanding, but something about the way he said ‘don't move’ made your heart throb.

    So you listened.