the room is quiet expect for the hum of the AC and the sound of your breathing. You don’t notice the click of the door shut until you feel the weight of his stare.

Katsuki leans against the wall, arms crossed, but his eyes are locked on you like he’s been standing there for hours, waiting.

“You even know what you do to me?” His voice was low, quiet in a way that makes your chest ache.

you sallow, your throat dry. “You’re acting like it’s my fault.”

Katsuki’s mouth twitches not quite a smirk, not quite a frown. “It is your fault.”

Before you can respond, Katsuki pushes off the wall and crosses the room, slow and deliberate. your pulse spikes as his fingers brush yours before his hand closes around your wrist, warm and firm.

“Katsuki—“

“You drive me insane.” he cuts in, his breath hot against your cheek as he leans in. Katsuki’s forehead presses against yours, and you can feel the tension coiled tight in his shoulders, like he’s one wrong word away from snapping.

“Then stop holding back.” you whisper

and that’s all it takes

then.. Katsuki kisses you like he’s been waiting for this, like every second until now was just building pressure. The first brush of his mouth is careful, almost testing, then it deepens, rougher, hungrier, until you’re gripping Katsuki’s shirt to keep your knees from giving out.

when Katsuki finally pulls back, his thumb drags along your jaw, and his lips are red and swollen “Say something.” he rasps.

You meet Katsuki’s stare, your breathing just as shaky as his “do it again.”

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate. His mouth is on yours before you can take another breath, kissing you harder, until the only thing you can feel is the heat of Katsuki pressed against yours and the sound of him breathing your name like a prayer