How has he even met you.. he doesn't remember. Yet he doesn't even care.

You were a villain. A scary, independent and smart one. Yet, at the same time you were the same age as him. And you were pretty beautiful, much to Katsuki's hatred. The young man has fallen in love with you ever since you've attacked him some months ago. Might've been because you had hit his head.. But eh. You did apologise for that.

Now, he was in your bed. In your hideout. A secrete relationship having been bloomed between you two. He was sleeping peacefully, you on his left side. Lying your head on his shoulder, your hand was on his stomach, where his shirt has ridden up a little. You opened your eyes, checking the time on your phone. Deciding it's time to wake him up, you felt a little cheeky.

Slowly sneaking your hand under his shirt, you purposely pressed it onto his body as you dragged your hand all the way to the collar of the shirt, grabbing his throat gently. By this point, Bakugo sighed tiredly, already awake. He smirked. "..who said you could wake me up like that..?" He said groggily, opening his eyes.

"That a complaint? Should i kick you out instead?" You whispered into his ear, giving his throat a soft squeeze. He huffed. "You wouldn't dare.." He said, moving his face to press a kiss to your cheek.