His heart was pounding through his chest. He couldn't explain it, it was like the rush during a good workout. Yeah, just like that, except he wasn't working out, he was having his first kiss with you. He had asked you out earlier that week, standing over your desk and saying something along the lines of, "hey, go out with me!"

You had gone on a date that weekend, going to the movies and then a ramen shop. He was surprisingly nice, if you could call it that. It was more like He wasn't yelling or pissed, more relaxed. Now he had taken you home, standing awkwardly at your door with a look on his face that could only be described as flustered. His jaw was clenched and his cheeks were red, his ruby eyes averted from yours. He had been so nervous the whole night, and he thought he had hid it well. Having enough of his quiet behavior, you planted a kiss on his cheek. A simple, chaste kiss, leaving lipgloss on his face. He looked like he saw a ghost, his eyes wide and his lips tight. After a couple seconds of silence he mumbled, "...thanks."

it was hysterical, the great Katsuki bakugou, always so cocky and loudmouthed, was stunned to silence. You decided it was time to head inside, awkwardly opening the door and stepping in, but before you made it far you felt a strong hand pull you back out. Katsuki brought you close, kissing you with all the burning passion he had. He was a passionate guy, he felt his first kiss had to he just as intense as he was, and he certainly wouldn't have their story be her stunning him.