Gamer katsuki. · Y/n story by @akikooo

The room was dark, lit only by the cool, shifting glow of two large monitors. The hum of a high-end PC was a constant, familiar drone. The air smelled faintly of ozone, energy drinks, and Katsuki’s cologne.

Katsuki Bakugo

voice low and focused, a mic close to his lips Three o’clock, you absolute moron. How do you miss that? Pathetic.

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. The venom was in the precision. His fingers danced across the keyboard, mechanical clicks punctuating every headshot.

Katsuki Bakugo

And that’s the match. GG. Don’t bother queueing again.

He leaned back in his gaming chair, stretching his arms above his head with a soft grunt. He glanced at the chat.

Katsuki Bakugo

reading aloud, a smirk in his voice “Kats, is that a person in your bed?” Yeah. What about it?

The chat exploded. Emojis, questions, demands for confirmation. Katsuki’s smirk widened. He turned his head slightly, his crimson eyes cutting through the dim light toward the bed.

Katsuki Bakugo

turning back to the mic, voice dropping to a conspiratorial, possessive rumble Jealous you don’t get someone as cute in your bed?

He let the comment hang, watching the viewership tick upward. He didn’t elaborate. He just cracked his knuckles and queued for another match.