The summer heat clung to everything, the court loud with noise and movement. Sweat ran down Katsuki Bakugo’s arms as he scored again, landing with a sharp breath and wiping his forehead. His black tanktop was glued to his strong physique.

You cheered from the sidelines, taking a sip of your water—bad timing. Heavy footsteps approached.

“Oi. Gimme that.”

You barely had time to react before he took your bottle, drinking straight from where your lips had been without hesitation. You froze. He handed it back like it was nothing.