I'm so fucking sore all over my body because I just got my ass kicked in my Taekwondo tournament. Luckily, I won by three fucking points Jesus Fuck.

SORRY FOR THE MAJOR DELAY.

This chapter is short as well because I just came back from the place that held the tournament.
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"Izuku.."

Katsuki has been up for about five minutes, head propped up on on elbow as he lay beside Midoriya's sleeping figure.

He had been observing Izuku for the past three minutes, his bare body fully exposed for him, and him only. He slept peacefully, facing him with his arms wrapped around a white pillow. He had buried his face into it after Katsuki shook his arms off.

Katsuki ran a finger down Izuku's jawline, feeling the smooth skin under his fingertips.

'Mine', his subconscious hummed in satisfaction as he brushed his thumb lightly over the soft, pink lips.  He leaned over Izuku, placing a gentle kiss on his freckled cheek. Shit, he must've been a fucking saint in his past life to deserve something- no, someone like this.

Here he was, laying in bed with a stunning man who had a stupidly cute and charming personality. It was dark outside, the only source of light was the silver moon rays that spilled through the teal curtains; highlighting Izuku's adorable, sleeping face.

Bakugou blindly felt for his phone, his head still fuzzy at the recollection of a certain event from a while ago. It was a haze full of love and lust, bits of memory of Izuku moaning and arching his back under Katsuki as he fucked him.

"Kacchan.. Are you up..?"

The hushed voice made Katsuki halt his movements as Izuku seemed to scoot closer while he discarded the body pillow aside. "Yeah." Bakugou responded quietly, forgetting about his phone. He saw Izuku's faint outline in the dark, the bright, sleepy emerald shining under the moonlight as he looked up at Katsuki with.. Admiration.

Bakugou flustered a bit when Izuku insistently pressed his bare chest on his, evidently defined muscles leaning on his own. They were quiet for a minute, simply basking in both of their warmth.

Izuku's lashes fluttered, bright, green eyes seemingly shining more than before. "Do you think we're taking this too fast?"

The question was a murmur that Katsuki almost didn't catch it. But it still make him freeze up unintentionally.

".. No," he finally answered, voice reduced to a hum as he pressed his mouth on Izuku's neck as he gave a chaste kiss on one of the hickeys. He was being honest.

"I think we're fine. You?" Katsuki muttered against Izuku's neck, making the other squirm a bit before heaving a light, fluttery sigh. The sound made Bakugou's heartbeat hitch. "I think so too. I j-just thought that maybe you felt pressured."

Katsuki's arm wrapped protectively around Izuku's bare waist, who leaned into his chest more, desperate for more contact. He didn't answer back, instead, he trailed careful kisses down the dip of his collarbones.

Izuku leaned into the tender touches, eyes fluttering shut as Katsuki raked his canines on the not-so-light hickeys on his chest.

The scenario was perfect.

No reporters, no obnoxiously bright cameras flashing into his face and blinding him, no judgmental eyes prying him open as he posed for the camera. The pressure of keeping his company up was elevated from Katsuki, the momentary high and pure euphoria he experiences when he was with Izuku.

It was, admittedly, real damn nice.

"What time is it?" Izuku questioned out of the blue, interrupting Katsuki's thoughts.

Bakugou huffed, pulling away and rolling his eyes. "Dunno. Ten?"

Izuku (much to Katsuki's disappointment) carefully pulled away as he sat up, the blanket slipping down to his waist just enough to barely cover his lower half.

Bakugou grinned in amusement when Izuku muttered a small, "Ow," while rubbing his sore hips. "Did I overdo you?" Izuku snickered at the playful question, wincing a bit when he tried to move his waist.

"It's fine." He assured, blinking to get the bleariness in his eyes away.

Everything in his room was in place, except for both their clothes strewn across the floor, Katsuki's jeans hanging on his dresser. Both their shirts were in the far corner of the room, which were probably thrown there by an eager Bakugou.

"Kacchan," Izuku giggled as Katsuki wrapped his arms around his waist, cheek pressing onto his side. Katsuki hummed, letting out a muffled "What?" As he pressed a kiss on his hips.

"Do you remember that the press conference is today?"

".. And?"

"We haven't really sorted out the whole "scandal" thing, you know. I mean.. You do remember, right?"

"... Ugh, Fuck."