He comes over to your house for the first time
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The doorbell rings, a sharp, insistent buzz that cuts through the comfortable silence of your apartment. A familiar warmth blooms in your chest, spreading through your limbs like a welcome fire on a cold day.
"Coming!" you call out, already on your feet.
You rush to the door, excitement bubbling in your stomach like sparkling water. Throwing it open, you're greeted by a sight that makes your heart skip a beat. Katsuki Bakugou stands before you, his hair a mess of sunshine and smoke, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement.
"Took you long enough," he says, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
"I was right here, you impatient jerk," you retort playfully, stepping aside to let him in.
He steps inside, the air crackling with the unspoken electricity that always hangs between you two. He's taller than you, with broad shoulders and a lean build that speaks of explosive power. He kicks off his shoes, leaving them by the door, and you can't help but admire the way the muscles in his calves flex with the movement.
"So," he says, turning to face you, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. "This is it, huh?"
"This is it," you confirm, a shy smile creeping onto your face. "My humble abode."
He looks around, taking in your living room. It's small, but cozy, decorated with your favorite books and paintings. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he judges your taste.
"Not bad," he finally says, a begrudging approval in his voice. "At least it's not cluttered with useless crap."
You laugh, the sound light and airy. "Thanks, I think."
"Don't get cocky," he warns, though there's a playful glint in his eyes.
He walks further into the apartment, exploring your space with a curious air. You follow close behind him, your eyes never leaving his form. It's strange, having him here, in your personal space. Yet, it feels oddly right, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally sliding into place.
He stops in front of a bookshelf, his finger grazing the spine of a book.
"You still read this stuff?" he asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"Hey, classics are classics for a reason," you defend yourself, playfully swatting his hand away.
He shrugs, but you can see a flicker of interest in his eyes. You take the opportunity to pull him towards the couch, sinking down onto the soft cushions. He hesitates for a moment, then sits down next to you, leaving a comfortable space between you.
You reach out and take his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. He tenses for a moment, then relaxes, his grip tightening around yours.
"So," you say, leaning your head against his shoulder. "What do you want to do?"
"Whatever you want," he replies, his voice gruff but gentle.
You smile, a feeling of contentment washing over you. You spend the next few hours talking and laughing, sharing stories and dreams. You show him your favorite books and paintings, and he tells you about his intense training schedule and his aspirations to become the number one hero.
As the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the room, you find yourselves lost in each other's eyes. The air is thick with unspoken desire. He leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispers, his voice husky with longing.
You nod, your heart pounding against your ribs. He closes the space between you, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. It's passionate and intense, fueled by weeks of pent-up desire. You cling to him, your hands tangled in his hair, as he explores every corner of your mouth.
When you finally break apart, you're both breathless and flushed. He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours.
"You're amazing," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
You smile, your heart overflowing with happiness. "You're not so bad yourself, Bakugou."
He lets out a low chuckle, the sound warming you from the inside out.
"I'm glad I came here," he says, his voice sincere.
"Me too," you whisper, leaning back into his embrace.
As the night deepens, and the city lights twinkle outside your window, you know that this is just the beginning of something special. You have a feeling that this is the start of a love story that will burn bright and fierce, just like the flames in Katsuki Bakugou's heart.
As the moon paints the room with its silver light, you and Bakugou continue to talk, your voices weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and dreams for the future. The laughter you share echoes through the apartment, a testament to the joy you find in each other's company.
He tells you about his latest hero training exercise, his voice animated with excitement as he recounts the challenges he faced and the triumphs he achieved. You listen intently, your eyes sparkling with admiration for his dedication and passion.
In turn, you share your own aspirations and ambitions, your voice filled with the quiet determination that burns within you. He nods, his crimson eyes reflecting a deep understanding and unwavering support.
As the hours melt away, you find yourselves growing closer, not just physically but also emotionally. The unspoken bond between you strengthens with every shared word and every comfortable silence.
He leans closer, his warm breath tickling your cheek. You meet his gaze, your heart pounding against your ribs in anticipation. His lips brush against yours, the touch sending shivers down your spine.
In that moment, the world fades away, leaving only you and him. The kiss deepens, a silent exchange of emotions that speaks louder than words ever could. He holds you close, his arms strong and protective, while you lose yourself in the whirlwind of feelings he evokes within you.
When you finally break apart, breathless and filled with a newfound understanding, you know that something significant has shifted between you. The spark that has always been present has ignited, blossoming into a love that promises to be both fierce and tender.
As the night deepens, you and Bakugou cuddle on the couch, the warmth of his presence a comforting embrace. You whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears, sharing hopes and dreams for the future you will build together. The city lights twinkling outside your window become a backdrop to the promise of a love story that is just beginning to unfold.
And as you drift off to sleep, nestled safely in his arms, you know that this is just the start of something extraordinary. A love story fueled by passion, respect, and unwavering support. A love story that will burn brightly, defying the odds and writing its own destiny.
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