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âWhy the fuck do you smell like that?!â
Y/n has always known her spoiled catboy hybrid, Katsuki, is a handfulâbratty, clingy, territorial, and hopelessly attached in every way a feline hybrid can be. But everything spirals the night she comes home carrying the faint scent of another hybrid. Katsukiâs ears shoot up, his tail fluffs to twice its size, and suddenly the pampered, lazy housecat she knows transforms into something wild, jealous, and heartbreakingly afraid of being replaced.
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Katsuki is in his feelings, and he canât get out of it. (TIMESKIP)
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YHZeffesteI love you endlessly || Katsuki Bakugou
Itâs your graduation party at UA. Your class and the 1B are throwing an after party at the mess hall of the school, bass thumping, students dancing and singing, a huge punch bowl in the corner. You and Katsuki have been best friends since your first year, but a few months ago, a small tension started to build between the two of you. You both try to push the feelings away, not wanting to ruin your friendship, but tonight, after drinking a few drinks and dancing like wild teenagers, you canât deny your feelings anymore. Katsuki is standing at the edge of the dance floor, talking to Kirishima, a red solo cup in his hand. Heâs changed a lot in his last year at UA. Heâs got calmer, softer, less angry, and when heâs with you, he just smiles the entire time, his eyes soft and dazed. He started to get along with everyone, stopped scowling and shouting, and laughs a lot more. You walk up to him, your dress flowing with every step, tug his tie and drag him onto the dance floor, âCome on, Kats, you didnât dance once with me tonight!â Your words a slightly slurred from the alcohol, cheeks a little flushed, eyes glassy. You look back at him and he just lets out a flustered laugh as you drag him by his tie, his eyes fixes solely on you. âIâm not a good dancer.â He says, a little embarrassed. You just smile and tug his tie again as you walk. âAnd you think thatâs a problem?â You giggle and stop right in the middle of the dance floor, leading his hands to your waist. His breath catches softly, cheeks flushed, not only from the alcohol, but from how close youâre standing. Your voice drops a little âjust follow my lead.â You start swaying.
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