Hot, hotter, and hottest. · Y/n story by @serii

The scent of burnt sugar and ozone clung to Katsuki Bakugo’s apartment like a second skin. He paced the length of his living room, a tightly coiled spring of restless energy, his combat boots silent on the polished concrete floor.

Katsuki Bakugo

runs a hand through his spiky hair, making the fuse-like braids at his nape sway It’s pissing me off, Deku. It’s actually pissing me off.

Izuku Midoriya

sips his beer calmly from the sleek black sofa You say that about a lot of things, Kacchan.

Katsuki Bakugo

This is different. She—he cuts himself off, gesturing vaguely with an explosive hand—the other day at the gym. She deadlifted my max. Smirked at me the whole time. Didn’t even break a sweat.

Izuku hums, a knowing glint in his eye. He’s seen this particular brand of frustrated agitation from Katsuki before. It never ends with just a rant.

Katsuki Bakugo

And her hands. Got these pretty, clever-looking hands. Saw ‘em when she was re-racking the weights. Kept thinking about ‘em.

Izuku Midoriya

On the weights, or…?

Katsuki Bakugo

stops pacing to glare Don’t be a pervert. It’s—he growls in frustration—it’s the principle. The audacity.

Katsuki’s phone, face-up on the coffee table, lights up with a notification. A location ping. Simone. His eyes dart to it, his scowl deepening, but he makes no move to pick it up.