Katsuki · Y/n story by @Paisley23

The air at Denki Kaminari’s penthouse party was thick with the smell of chlorine, cheap beer, and the electric buzz of too many quirks in one place. Music pulsed through the floor, a heavy bassline that vibrated in your ribs.

Katsuki Bakugo

from across the rooftop, his voice a low growl barely audible over the music I swear to god, Dunce Face, if you shock the water one more time...

Eijiro Kirishima

clapping a hand on Katsuki's shoulder Hey, man, it's a party! Be cool!

You didn't look over, but you could feel the heat of Katsuki's glare like a physical weight. It was a familiar sensation, this constant, unspoken tension that hummed between you two in crowded rooms.

???

Hey there. You look lonely.

Before you could reply or move away, his hand came to rest high on your thigh. His fingers pressed in, lingering. He leaned closer, his intent clear.