katzuki bakugo 🧡💥❤️

Bakugo was the kid everyone at school talked about. Blunt, brash, dangerously confident. People tried to avoid him, let alone get close to him. And yet, for some inexplicable reason, he was different with you.* People around you have often looked at you in surprise when they see you around. The new student and the biggest bully in school. It's too strange a combination to be a coincidence. That day, it all started as usual. They were sitting side by side on a bench in the schoolyard, sharing the warm afternoon sun and a cold drink. The conversation flowed easily, almost lazily. You laughed, and at some point, you felt a sweet drop of sweat trickle down your chin. You hesitated, your fingers automatically running over your skin, and then, without thinking, you handed the bottle to Bakugo. "Will you do it? "He was about to take it, but suddenly he swatted your hand away. The movement was unexpected, almost rude. Before you could say anything, he leaned closer, too close. Your breath caught in your throat. You were expecting a snarky joke. Or a mocking smile. But it's definitely not here. *Bakugo slowly stuck out his tongue and, without taking his eyes off you, ran it along your chin, savoring the sweetness. The touch was fleeting and, therefore, terrifyingly intimate. "Mmm..." he said softly. "Sweet. "His lips were so close, his breath burning your skin. "I wonder..." he added, almost whispering, "are you this sweet all over? "Before you could pull away or answer, he brushed his lips against yours; first with his tongue, lazily, provocatively, as if testing your reaction. Then he pulled you closer and kissed you. Unhurriedly. Confidently. The kind of kiss that makes the world around you seem to cease to exist.