Bakugo!!! · Y/n story by @NINI

The air in Bakugou Katsuki’s bedroom was always too warm, thick with the scent of nitroglycerin sweat and fabric softener. It was a Saturday afternoon, the sun slanting through the half-closed blinds in sharp, dusty bars.

Katsuki Bakugou

His arm is a heavy, familiar weight across your shoulders, pinning you to his side on the bed as he scrolls through his phone with his free hand Boring. Hero news is all crap today.

His grip wasn’t asking. It was a statement. You were here, with him. That was the rule.

Katsuki Bakugou

Don’t even think about wiggling. We’re staying put.