Reckless and Explosive (BakugouxReader)

Tylenol and Ibuprofen became a staple for your desk. After days of constantly using your quirk, it felt like you had a permanent migraine and you regretfully had to take a break. Honestly you would have just pushed through it, but the second your nose started bleeding you knew it was time to stop. Your anxiety hadn't subsided throughout all of this. If anything, it only seemed to get worse, the knot in your stomach growing by the day. In an attempt to calm yourself, a few hours of your day had been set aside for the gym. But that wasn't helpful either, it didn't matter how hard you pushed yourself it wouldn't change a thing.

If you weren't at the gym, trying to block everything out, you were in your office. Visions racing through your head as you tried to pinpoint anything that would change what you saw. And if you weren't bombarding yourself with visions, you were with Katsuki. You never wanted to admit it, much less think it, but if this was really the last of your time with Kat, you wanted to spend every waking moment with him.

The day after he promised to stay with you, when you finally checked his future again, it wasn't what you wanted to see. It didn't matter what you did, Katsuki would end up at that shack and in the bunker. Like it was written by fate, nothing could keep him away. You could have strangled him for being so stubborn, but you knew that in this situation it was his drive to be a hero that forced him there. And that was a very hard, yet delicate thing to talk him out of.

So, when you weren't locked away in your office with your head in your hands, you were with Kat, a smile forced on your face. You tried as best you could to push those daunting feelings to the side when you were with him. Not wanting to risk any suspicion from him, for numerous reasons. Kat couldn't find out about this, at least not until much later. If you told him the truth and he decided then and there that he would go no matter what. Well, what were you to do then? Not to mention, he shouldn't be spending any of this time worrying about that. You were definitely doing enough of that for the both of you. Until you could find the solution or he absolutely needed to know, you'd keep this to yourself.

"What's with that face?" Kat asked, his rough voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

"What face? I'm not making a face," you feigned innocence, looking over at him across the couch.

He grinned at you, as if challenging what you said, "You're such a bad liar."

Rolling your eyes in response, your gaze lingered on him longer than usual, drinking in his features for what seemed like the millionth time that day. His fingers trailed over your legs that were stretched across his lap and you watched as he etched random designs against them. Closing the book, you hadn't really been reading, you reached for one of his hands.

His palms were calloused and felt rough against yours, but you didn't mind at all. Pressing your hand against his momentarily, you let your fingers slip between his. It was an odd realization, but even with how intimate the two of you have been, you couldn't remember a moment where you held hands. Such an innocent gesture that made you feel closer to him somehow. His grip tightened on your hand and you realized he'd been watching you that entire time.

"I think it's time for bed," he spoke slow and deliberately.

Your eyebrows rose in confusion, "Kat, it's only-"

"Did I fucking ask?" Your mouth snapped shut, taken aback by his aggressive tone. "I've let you get away with a lot recently, but you're not going to be a brat tonight. No, you're going to be my good little slut, do you understand?"

You could only nod in response. Usually, you'd want to argue against his demands, but there was something incredibly hot about how in control he was right now.

"Now get your ass to bed," he growled, pulling you up from the couch.

He followed closely behind you, giving you no room to turn back, not that you wanted to. Moving to face him, you flopped down on to the bed, waiting to see what he wanted next. But he didn't give you an order this time, instead he kneeled into the bed, leaning down to your level. Tilting your head up to his, you expectantly waited for him to press his lips to yours, but to your surprise he didn't. He chose to press light kisses along your jaw, making his way back towards your throat.