Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t known for being the soft type. Hell, anyone who knew him could vouch for the fact that his compliments came in the form of eye rolls and grumbles. So when he called you “annoying” in front of your friends, no one really blinked. You? You just laughed, elbowed him in the side, and shot back with, “Love you too, explosion boy.”

He clicked his tongue, muttering something under his breath, and your friends burst into laughter while he just scowled like usual. Typical Katsuki.

But the second you stepped inside his room and the door clicked shut behind you, it was like a switch flipped.

You barely had time to kick off your shoes before flopping face-first into his bed, sighing into his pillow. “Your bed is so comfy. I might never leave,” you mumbled.

He didn’t answer right away. Just stalked over. And then?

Suddenly he was on you.

“Oi—Katsu—!” you squeaked, but it was already too late.

He’d straddled the bed beside you, gripping your cheeks like you were the most precious thing in the world, and started peppering your entire face with kisses. Fast. Repetitive. Unrelenting.

Forehead. Nose. Cheeks. Jaw. Lips. Chin. Back to your forehead again like it was some kind of ritual he had to complete.

“I’m annoying, huh?” you teased, grinning under the storm of affection. “Sounds like someone’s obsessed.”

“Shut up,” he muttered between kisses, his voice muffled against your skin. “You are annoying. But you’re mine. So shut up and let me kiss you.“