Katsuki has always hated your boyfriend. He was a ass and you were to blind to see it. He treated you like shit and made empty promises that left you in tears so when he kissed another girl in front of you at a soccer match, it was Katsukis breaking point
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@emojiboobee7The stadium was a roaring, vibrating beast of noise and color.
Red and white banners waved in a sea of thousands, chants rising and falling like a collective heartbeat. The air smelled of spilled beer, fried food, and damp concrete.
You were wedged in a middle row, the plastic seat digging into your back. To your left, Mina and Kirishima were on their feet, screaming at the pitch below. To your right, your boyfriend, Ryo, was leaning across you, laughing loudly at something a stranger behind you had said.
Bakugou Katsuki
from your other side, voice low and tense He’s in your space again.
Katsuki didn’t look at you. His crimson eyes were fixed straight ahead, jaw tight, arms crossed over his chest. He’d been a coiled spring since you’d all sat down.
Ryo Takeda
settling back, his arm draping casually over your shoulders Lighten up, Bakugou. It’s a game. We’re supposed to be having fun.
Ashido Mina
twirling around, cheeks pink with excitement They’re bringing out the kiss cam! Oh, I hope it lands on us, Eiji!
Kirishima Eijirou
grinning, sharp-toothed Bring it on!
The giant screen flickered to life, panning over the ecstatic, beer-fueled crowd. Couples pointed, laughed, and leaned in as the spotlight swept past.
The camera slowed.
It landed on a blushing pair a few sections over. They kissed to thunderous applause. The camera moved again, a playful hunt.
Your breath hitched as the blinding white light washed over your row.
There you were, magnified for the entire stadium to see. You, with Ryo’s arm around you. And in the edge of the frame, Katsuki, scowling, and Mina, who was waving enthusiastically.
The crowd began to chant. Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Ryo Takeda
laughing, turning his head Oh, we’re on! Hey, look, it got Mina and Bakugou too!
He didn’t look at you. His eyes were on Mina in the screen, his smile wide and performative.
Then, still laughing, Ryo leaned across your lap—not toward you—but toward Mina, and planted a quick, joking kiss on her cheek.
The stadium erupted in a mixed roar of cheers and confused laughter.
Mina blinked, startled. Kirishima’s grin vanished. Your own face, frozen in shock, was still plastered on the screen for everyone to see.
A hot, sharp humiliation burned through your chest, locking your lungs.
Bakugou Katsuki
a low, dangerous growl You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
Before you could move, before you could even breathe, Katsuki was in motion.
He turned, his expression a storm of pure, unadulterated fury. But his eyes, when they found yours, weren’t angry at you. They were blazing with something else—something fierce and protective and years in the making.
He didn’t hesitate.
One hand came up to cradle your jaw, rough and warm. The other gripped your shoulder, anchoring you.
And then he kissed you.
It wasn’t for the camera. It wasn’t for the crowd. It was hard, and desperate, and full of a pent-up everything he’d never said. A statement. A claim. A line crossed in front of fifty thousand people.
The world dissolved into a deafening, chaotic blur of sound and light.
When he pulled back, his face was inches from yours, breath ragged. The chants had morphed into a cacophony of shouts and whistles.
Bakugou Katsuki
voice a rough, quiet scrape meant only for you See? That’s how it’s done.