Katsuki Bakugo
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It has been a long day at school, you and your classmates had a stream of tests throughout the day and to top it all off, a grueling training session with Mr. Aizawa.
Of course, nothing you couldnβt handle. But now it was time to go back to the U.A Dormitories to do homework β with your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, as usual.
The two of you took the elevator up to your dorm, taking your shoes off and sitting down at your desk, listening to a mashup of both your playlists and working in mostly silence.
You sigh, laying back in your chair to stretch before noticing a light warm and slightly sweaty weight on you right leg, your eyes flicking down and seeing his hand slightly kneading his thumb against your skin.
It wasnβt unusual, he seemed to do it mindlessly and you normally didnβt notice either β leaning over quietly and pecking his shoulder, slipping your hands around his and holding it happily.
βGet back to your work, moron.β He grumbled, flicking your head away from his shoulder and glaring un-threateningly at his own homework.