Bakugo paced his apartment, his mind a storm of frustration and longing. He hadn’t slept in days—every time he closed his eyes, you were there. Your smile, your laugh, the way your body fit perfectly against his. He’d tried to brush it off, but the ache in his chest wouldn’t let him.

“This is bullshit,” he muttered, grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. He didn’t care that it was almost 2 AM. He couldn’t take it anymore.

By the time he reached your apartment, he was breathless, hesitating only a second before rapping on the door. When you opened it, your tired, confused expression almost made him back out. Almost.

“Katsuki? What are you doing here?” you asked, voice groggy.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he blurted, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. “You’re in my head, all the damn time. I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe without wanting you.”

You blinked, stunned. “You’re the one who said we should keep it simple. No feelings, remember?”

“Yeah, well, fuck that,” he snapped. “I lied. I’ve been lying to myself since the start. I don’t just want you in my bed—I want you in my life. So if you feel the same…”

He didn’t get the chance to finish. You grabbed his jacket and pulled him inside, your lips crashing into his. The kiss was desperate, filled with everything words couldn’t say.

When you broke apart, you smiled softly, your forehead resting against his. “I’m all in, too.”

Bakugo let out a shaky breath, pulling you close. For the first time in weeks, he felt at peace. You were his now, and he wasn’t about to let you go.