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He Sees You In A Bikini

"What?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

You shifted your position, pulling your hair to one side and exposing the smooth, sun-kissed skin of your back. "Can you help me put on some sunscreen?" You handed him the bottle with a smirk.

Bakugou's heart skipped a beat, his gaze zeroing in on your exposed back. He swallowed hard, the sight of your muscles and the smoothness of your skin catching him off guard. His palms felt clammy as he took the sunscreen from your hand. He wasn't nervous, not at all, but damn, why did you have to look like that?

Without waiting for him to respond, you stood up, brushing the sand off your legs. And then, with a single, fluid motion, you untied the ribbon at your waist and slipped out of your beach dress.

Bakugou froze.

Underneath, you wore a bikini, one that fit you perfectly. The fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination. Your back was fully exposed, and when you glanced over your shoulder, you saw Bakugou standing there like a statue, his face a brilliant shade of red.

"Well?" you asked, tilting your head innocently. "You gonna help me or not?"

Bakugou cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, whatever," he muttered, but his voice cracked slightly, betraying his usual tough demeanor.

His hands were almost shaking as he squirted some sunscreen into his palm, and as he reached out to apply it to your back, he hesitated for a moment. His fingers made contact with your skin, and he could feel the warmth radiating from you. He worked the lotion into your skin, moving his hands over your shoulders and down your back, trying to stay as professional as possible, but the proximity was doing things to him.

You glanced back at him, noticing the blush that had spread all the way to his ears. "You okay back there, Kat? You're being awfully quiet."

"Shut up," he snapped, though there was no real bite in his tone.

Once he finished applying the sunscreen, Bakugou took a step back, trying to collect himself. But you weren't done teasing him.

"Thanks," you said with a grin, spinning around to face him. The sudden movement made him realize how close you actually were. Your bikini was on full display now, and Bakugou felt like his brain was short-circuiting.

His eyes darted everywhere but directly at you, but it didn't help that no matter where he looked, you were still there, looking incredible.

"Y-You done now?" Bakugou stammered, trying to act like he wasn't completely flustered.

You laughed softly, stepping closer to him. "I think I'm good. But you, on the other hand, look like you need a break."

"Shut up," he grumbled again, his face burning brighter than the sun.

You playfully poked his chest before walking away, leaving Bakugou standing there, staring after you as if you had just knocked the wind out of him. His mind was spinning, and he couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, you were going to be the death of him one day.

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As the sun reached its peak, everyone decided it was finally time for lunch. The beach bar was buzzing with energy, the scent of grilled seafood and tropical drinks filling the air. Bakugou sat with his friends-Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero-at a table, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't help but steal glances at you, who were chatting animatedly with some classmates.

You were still wearing that beautiful bikini under your beach dress, and even from a distance, Bakugou could see how effortlessly stunning you looked. The sunlight danced on your skin, and he felt a rush of pride swell in his chest. It was a feeling he hadn't quite expected to have, especially in a setting like this, but there it was.