The crack of the bedroom door was so loud you paused the movie.

— WHAT THE HELL—?!

Bakugo’s voice came loaded with fury. A second later, he appeared in the hallway wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his chest still dripping, his expression completely unhinged.

In his hand? Your vibrator.

He threw it onto the living room table like he was tossing a grenade.

— IS THIS WHAT YOU USE WHEN I’M NOT HOME?! he shouted, his face flushed with pure jealousy.

You shrank back into the couch.

— Katsuki, wait, it’s not—

— WAIT MY ASS! — He pointed at the object. — I come home from training, go change my damn shirt, and I find THIS THING buzzing in my closet?!

He took a breath, but it only made him angrier.

— You get that desperate when I’m gone? — his voice dropped, low and dangerous.

Your heart raced.

— I… only use it when you’re not here.

His eyes widened.

— EXACTLY! — he roared. — AND WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL ME, THEN?!

He dragged both hands through his wet hair, frustrated beyond belief.

— I thought someone had shoved a bomb in my closet! — he growled. — And it was YOU. ALONE. DOING—

He stopped mid-sentence, jaw clenching as if imagining the scene made everything worse.

— You’ve got some nerve. — He stepped closer, the towel slipping lower with the movement. — Using this thing and thinking I wouldn’t find out.

He braced his hands on the back of the couch, trapping you there with his big, warm, furious body.

— Tell me something. — his voice dropped even further, tight, almost a warning. — This thing… He pointed at the vibrator.

— …is it better than me?

Your breath stuttered.

— N-no…

He gave a crooked smirk — ugly, sharp, jealous.

— Good. Because if I catch you using this crap again without telling me… — he leaned in, his face close enough for his breath to brush yours — we’re gonna have a bigger problem. A much bigger one.