"Why is it that when you ask what's the worst that could happen, something even worse happens?!!" (Y/n) tried to yell over the pouring rain at the ash-blond running in front of her.

"Shut the fuck up and run, moron!!" Katsuki yelled back at her, increasing his pace as he pulled her along with him.

Since the rain showed no signs of ending and the train would probably be packed, they chose to run through it. It was Katsuki's plan in the first place and (Y/n) wanted no part in it as it meant getting her hair wet. Despite her protests, the ash-blond grabbed her hand and pulled her with him into the rain. Since she was already wet much to her dismay, she saw no use in going back but continuing on.

They were now soaking and people sheltering from the rain kept giving them surprised looks as they whizzed past them. Their hurried footsteps splashed dirty water and mud on their jeans and seeped into their shoes but they had better things to worry about. The rain lashed down on them in torrents as lightning flashed in the sky followed by booming thunder.

The two decided to head over to Katsuki's place since it was nearer and (Y/n) could wait off the rain there then head home afterward. Finally, they reached his place and Katsuki impatiently banged at the door.

The door immediately swung open, revealing a surprised woman who gaped at the two's drenched forms.

"Katsuki! You're back..." the woman turned to the girl. "And you brought a wet girl home." Chuckling, she stepped aside for the two to enter and take off their shoes.

"Shut up, you old hag," the male muttered under his breath as he ruffled his wet hair.

(Y/n) rubbed her shivering arms, warming them up instantly with her Quirk. She felt like she had just swum repeatedly and fully-clothed. Her clothes stuck to her uncomfortably and she could feel her wet hair clinging to her face.

"Hi dear," the woman greeted, turning (Y/n)'s attention to her. "I'm Mitsuki. Katsuki's mom. Nice to meet you."

"Hi," the girl sent her a shaky smile. "(Y/n). Thanks for having me."

The (h/c)-haired girl noticed how much Katsuki and his mother looked like, complete with the explosive ash-blond hair and crimson-colored eyes.

Could they probably have the same...?

Mitsuki's kind expression changed into an annoyed one and she slapped Katsuki upside the head, making the male shriek in anger.

"What the fuck are you-!!!"

"Go get the poor girl some clothes!!" she gesticulated to the shivering girl. "Look at her, she's dripping wet!!"

Oh, they do...

Katsuki growled and roughly grabbed the girl's arm before beginning to pull her towards the direction of his room. Their wet clothes left droplets of water on the floor as they made their way upstairs. Katsuki yanked his door open and pulled the girl into the dark room before closing the door behind them. The male let go of her arm and felt for the light switch to turn the lights on.

(Y/n) looked around his room wordlessly, taking in the surroundings. It looked like a typical teenage boy's room, excluding the messy part. His was surprisingly neat. A couple of band posters were taped to the walls. Metal bands, she noted. Most of the colors in there consisted of a mash-up of red and black, which suited Katsuki's personality well. She also noticed a small All Might figurine on his computer desk but decided not to point out otherwise things might not end well for her. Either way, she found it adorable how he looked up to the guy despite how much he'd deny it if someone called him out for it.

Tearing her eyes away from the figurine, she looked back at Katsuki and found him rummaging through his closet. She stood awkwardly at her spot, not knowing what to do or say. The male stopped searching for whatever he was searching for, shrugged off his jacket and threw it in his laundry basket. He then grabbed the back of his shirt and started pulling it up his head.

(Y/n) turned her face away from him but midway, she couldn't resist risking one tiny, guilty peek at the taut muscles visible on his back.

She kept her eyes on his bed all through until a figure invaded her line of vision. Katsuki had now worn a dry black singlet and grey sweatpants to go. He tossed a black hoodie and black pair of sweatpants on the bed and turned to (Y/n).

"You can change into this after you shower or whatever. Put the wet clothes in the basket. There's an extra towel in the bathroom if you need it," he said, his eyes boring into the girl's own.

"Okay thanks," the girl smiled gratefully at him.

"So...anything else you need?" the male scratched the back of his neck, as he walked backwards towards the door.

Yeah, do you happen to have an extra pair of dry bra and panties? "No, I'm good, thanks," the girl shook her head and began removing her jacket.

Katsuki awkwardly nodded and immediately exited the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the girl alone. (Y/n) took her phone from her jacket before throwing it in the laundry basket. Her phone was luckily dry except for some droplets of water that were on the screen. The girl shrugged and tossed it in the bed, before heading to the conjoined bathroom to shower.

***

After the shower, she opened the bathroom door a bit and peeked her head out to survey the bedroom and make sure Katsuki hadn't made his unceremonious return. Satisfied that it was empty, she opened the door wider, got in and went over to the bed.

She tightened her towel around her and picked the black hoodie to hold it up by its shoulders.

"Murder," she read aloud the calligraphy on the hoodie and giggled. "Typical of you, Fireworks."

She placed the hoodie back down and dried her hair with the towel wrapped around her head before unwrapping it. She threaded her fingers through her hair and frowned. It was still damp but better than it was before. She let the towel fall to the floor and stared at the hoodie with dread.

Do I really have to wear this bra-less? I can't borrow his mom for extras. We just met today. She sighed. This is going to be weird and uncomfortable. She bit her lip, realizing that she had no choice and threw on the hoodie. Its size already too big for her and reached mid-thigh. She took off the towel she had on from under the hoodie and let it fall to the floor. She proceeded to put on the sweatpants and was forced to fold the ends so that her feet would at least be visible.

She rolled up the sleeves to the hoodie and Katsuki's scent from the clothes had already begun to invade her senses. She pinched the front of the hoodie and brought it up to her nose to inhale deeply. The hoodie had the faint smell of smoke and caramel but it was overpowered by his usual cologne which (Y/n) immediately approved of. Pulling back a bit, she leaned back in to take in another inhale and let out a low hum.

Her smelling spree was interrupted by a knock on the door, making her freeze. Her eyes fell on the two towels strewn on the flow and she quickly grabbed them and threw them on the bed.

Composing herself, she pushed back loose strands of her hair and tugged down the hoodie while clearing her throat.

Act natural. "Uh..." her eyebrows drew together. Is it coming, come in, go ahead or just a minute? "...Yeah?" Nailed it.

The door opened and the familiar face of Mitsuki peeked in before she smiled when she saw that she was done and opened the door wider.

"Hi," she said, her eyes briefly raking up and down the girl's attire before her smile widened. "I was just passing by from my room and I wanted to know if you're hungry. I made dinner."

"Uh...." the girl faltered, dreading that she had intruded on their family's normal activities.

"I insist. Wouldn't want you to sleep on an empty stomach, now do we?" the woman chuckled, earning a weary smile from (Y/n).

It would be rude not to accept... "Sure," the girl nodded.

"Oh, is there anything you need?" Mitsuki inquired as she began gathering the towels from the bed to throw them in the basket. "Pads? Tampons? Panties? Shaving cream?"

The girl blinked. Shaving...cream? "Uh..." she scratched her head. "My...um," she awkwardly cleared her throat. "My panties are wet and yeah..."

Mitsuki chuckled. "Oh, no need to be shy, dear. Once you give birth, you stop being shy all together! But don't worry!" she then winked at her. "You'll get there soon!"

(Y/n) forced a smile and nodded. Mitsuki turned to head back to her room and returned promptly with a pair of panties.

"I bought these recently so they're still new," she handed them to (Y/n), who thanked her. "Is there anything else? Bra?"

Feeling like she had already done so much for her, (Y/n) shook her head and smiled at the kind woman. "No thanks, I'll be fine. But thanks, really."

The woman gave her a fond smile. "Anytime, dear. Now, why don't you go try them on?"

(Y/n) nodded and turned to head to the bathroom. Luckily, they fit and it felt so much better wearing something on instead of going commando. Walking out of the bathroom, she found Mitsuki sorting out Katsuki's dirty clothes from his closet and throwing them in the basket.

(Y/n) snorted. Aww, he still needs his mom to do to his sorting out for him...Her eyebrows drew together. Who am I kidding? I let Nanami sort mine out too at times...mostly.

When Mitsuki saw her come out of the bathroom, she sent her a smile, which the girl reciprocated with a smile and nod, meaning it fit. She had no idea where to hide the extra one but the woman offered to hold on to it for her for the time being. Grabbing her phone from the bed and shoving it into her pocket, she headed out of the room, followed behind by Mitsuki, who was carrying the basket to the laundry room.

As (Y/n) made her way to the stairs, Mitsuki stopped to observe the unaware girl. Shifting the basket to one side to balance it under one arm, she cupped her cheek with her free hand as she smiled in adoration.

I never thought I'd ever see a girl wearing that son of mine's clothes!! Cute!

***

(Y/n) walked downstairs, her bare feet falling on the carpeted stairs as she looked around the large house. The smell of spices wafted from the kitchen, stirring both pleasant and unpleasant memories from a certain spice restaurant in town.

When she reached the bottom, she began looking around for Katsuki, feeling completely out of place since she was in another's home. She walked into a room on the right, emerging into the living room. Her eyes searched around for the ash-blond but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Looking for me?" the familiar gruff voice sounded from behind her making her jump in surprise and turn around.

"Don't do that!" she scolded him, placing her hand on her chest.

Katsuki remained silent as he took in her appearance in his clothes. He never thought the day would come when she'd wear his clothes but there it was, even sooner than he expected. And to him, she looked better than he'd ever imagined. To top it all he could clearly see that she was bra-less.

It was almost too perfect.

He quickly took his eyes off her chest before he got caught and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into the dining room and pushed her into a chair, with him sitting beside her.

"Oh, good you're both here!" Mitsuki proclaimed as she placed a bowl with steaming soup on the table and turned to wink at (Y/n). "I hope you like curry dear."

(Y/n) grimaced inwardly but frantically nodded. "Yeah totally. Love curry!"

Mitsuki's face lit up and she walked back to the kitchen. (Y/n) bit her lip in dread and sank back into the chair. She paid Katsuki a side glance, who was resting his cheek on his palm, his head turned away from the girl. (Y/n) took the opportunity to look around the dining room. It was modest, cozy and seemed like a normal dining room, only she couldn't quite get over the chandelier hanging over them. She noticed that various picture frames were hung on the walls and she took her time looking at each one. When her eyes fell on one particular one, she leaned forward and squinted. Her eyebrows rose in amusement when she saw that it was a picture of baby Katsuki in the bathtub.

"Katsuki?"

"What?"

The girl placed her hand on her mouth to stifle her chuckles. "Is that you?"

The ash-blond lifted his head and followed her line of vision. He instantly scowled at the picture as a small embarrassed blush erupted on his cheeks. (Y/n) saw his expression and burst into laughter.

Katsuki growled at the girl and grabbed her arm, pulling her nearer to him. "What the fuck are you laughing for, huh?! One more laugh and I'll fucking kill you!!"

(Y/n) was unmoved by his threats, her laughs intensifying as she imagined Katsuki playing with a duck in the bathtub.

The ash-blond's eye twitched in irritation and he raised his free hand to grab her head.

"Katsuki!! If you dare singe one single hair on her head, I'm going to shave every single one of yours!!!"

Katsuki's hand froze mid-air, his mouth curved into a deadly scowl as he glared at (Y/n). The girl, who had stopped to listen to Mitsuki's threat, stuck out her tongue at him in provocation. Katsuki groaned and let her arm go to cross his arms over his chest.

Mitsuki appeared from the kitchen and placed a bowl of rice on the table as her eyes briefly glared at Katsuki but immediately softened when they fell on (Y/n).

She straightened up and sent the girl an apologetic look. "Please forgive my moronic son. He's got quite the temper."

Katsuki blew up. No, not literally. Hypothetically. "Who the fuck are you calling moronic, you old sack of wrinkles?!!" he slammed his fists against the table, causing everything on it to shake.

Mitsuki's sweet face immediately twisted up into one of rage, similar to the one Katsuki usually made during one of his episodes.

"Sack of wrinkles?!!" she raised a fist threateningly. "Don't make me rearrange that stupid face of yours, you fuckass piece of crap!!!"

Katsuki shot up from his seat, both fists raised. "Then fucking COME AT ME!!!"

(Y/n) made a face as she watched the two bicker back and forth. How is he still alive with how he talks to his mother? But to be fair she also insults him...

"Ow!" (Y/n) winced when Mitsuki finally shut Katsuki up with a good slap to the back of his head. "You sonofa-"

"I'm sorry for this again," Mitsuki sent the girl a sheepish smile while grabbing Katsuki's ear and pulling him back down to his seat. "I hope my miserable twat of a son doesn't give you a lot of trouble."

"Oh no, it's alright. No need to apologize," the girl smiled, all the while trying to balance between not bursting into laughter and ignoring the seething boy beside her completely. "I already know how to handle him."

The ash-blond glared at the side of her head but was stopped when Mitsuki gave him a threatening look. He turned his heated gaze towards the table's surface while trying to block out the burning sensation on his ear. Sometimes, he really hated his mother.

"Honey, I'm home!" a disembodied male voice came from the hallway, making Mitsuki brighten as she left for the hallway.

"Oh honey, you wouldn't guess who Katsuki brought home," Mitsuki gushed as she pulled the confused male into the dining room. (Y/n) turned her head to meet with a slightly tall male with brown hair, glasses and a short mustache. Immediately, (Y/n) knew that it was Katsuki's father.

"Hi," she shyly waved at him, feeling unnerved with the spotlight she was put under.

"Katsuki brought a girl home, dear," Mitsuki informed and leaned nearer to him and muttered only loud enough for him to hear. "I honestly thought his sorry ass would be alone forever."

The male chuckled and extended his hand out for her to shake. "Masaru Bakugou and who might you be?"

"(Y/n) (L/n), thanks for having me, sir," the girl returned the kind smile.

"Well then, welcome to the family (Y/n)!" he announced, making the girl furrow her eyebrows in confusion.

"Uhh...thanks," she nodded. Masaru released her hand and headed into the kitchen with his wife.

(Y/n) turned to Katsuki who was watching the scene in boredom. "Your parents are nice."

The male scoffed, earning a frown from the girl, who lightly slapped his forearm.

"Be nice!"

***

"So tell me (Y/n), do you go to U.A?" Masaru asked the girl who was busy eating plain rice and avoiding the really spicy stew.

The girl hummed in response as she balanced a mouthful of rice on her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

"Oh then? What is your Quirk?" Mitsuki inquired, her eyes suddenly twinkling as she stared at the girl expectantly.

"Lava. I can also cool it sometimes but I major in extreme heat," the girl explained.

The woman grinned. "What a wonderful Quirk! Oh! I do recall seeing you at the festival. Though I didn't know you at that time so I don't remember much."

(Y/n) simply smiled at her before her eyes flickered to the unusually silent male beside her. He was frowning down at his plate as he picked at his food with his chopsticks.

"Katsuki," Masaru directed his attention to Katsuki, a small smile on his lips. "When were you going to tell us you have a beautiful and delightful girlfriend?"

Katsuki turned to look at (Y/n), who had a shocked expression on her face and turned to glare at his father. "She's not my girlfriend."

Mitsuki's eyes widened in surprise, briefly glancing at her husband then back to Katsuki. "You mean no? Or not yet?"

(Y/n) laughed sheepishly as she shook her head to clear up the misunderstanding. "No. I have a boyfriend."

Katsuki frowned at the mention of this, his frown not going unnoticed by his mother who turned to him with a slight scolding expression. "And are you doing something about that?"

(Y/n) choked on her own spit at the question and immediately went into a short coughing fit. She fanned her face as she tried to compose herself.

"I'm sorry about my wife's uncensored questions, but she means well," Masaru apologized, smiling sheepishly at her while pushing up his glasses.

"It's cool," she choked out and cleared her throat. She reached out for the glass of water next to her and downed two big gulps before clearing her throat once more. She then placed the glass back down and sent the man a strained smile. "I'm just...thoroughly surprised."

"Sorry dear," Mitsuki giggled and clasped her hands in front of her. "I was only joking."

(Y/n) nodded in understanding, having no ill feelings for the woman. As aggressive and sweet she was at the same time, she was still quite taken aback by her joke.

Besides, it's not every day a mother jokes to her son about him stealing a girl from her boyfriend.

***

After dinner, (Y/n) helped Mitsuki clear the table much to her delight. She offered to help with the dishes but the woman shooed her away from the kitchen to join Katsuki in the living room.

The male was currently slumped on the sofa in front of the TV, mindlessly changing the channels. He'd sometimes find his eyes drifting towards the girl staring out of the window before snapping out of it and looking back at the TV.

"Wow, it hasn't stopped raining since then," she muttered under her breath and closed back the curtains before heading back to sit next to Katsuki.

It was already night, eight pm, to be exact. At that rate, she didn't see herself heading home for the night.

She sighed and laid her head on the back of the chair as she stared up at the ceiling. Her mind went back to the dinner she had just shared with Katsuki's family. All through, even though they weren't hers, she almost felt like she belonged there.

It was a nice feeling for her.

"(Y/n)!"

The girl straightened up to turn to the woman who was walking towards them. "Yeah?"

"Well you see, it has been raining for quite a while and I wouldn't want to send you out there so, how about you spend the night?" she smiled at the girl. "We'd be more than glad to have you over."

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek nervously. They had already done so much for her and giving her a place to stay was too much, but she had no choice. She wasn't in the mood to get rained on again.

She went to respond but was cut off by the woman.

"I insist."

(Y/n) sighed in amusement at her usage of her earlier on words to get her to comply. She smiled and shrugged. "Sure, why not."

Mitsuki clapped her hands in excitement. "Perfect! I'll get the guest room ready in a bit, just-" her eyes then fell on something behind (Y/n), widened and looked back at the girl. "On second thought, why don't you stay with Katsuki in his room?" she lightly smacked her forehead. "It slipped my mind, the guest room is completely not ready. It was renovated yesterday and still reeks of paint so, it'd be better if you share with Katsuki. He doesn't mind."

(Y/n) frowned in confusion at her complete change of offer and turned back to look at Katsuki who was staring back at her in nonchalance.

The girl shrugged and turned to Mitsuki. "Okay."

"Good! That's sorted then," she smiled as she turned to leave. "Take care of her, Katsuki!"

When she left the room, the girl turned to Katsuki with a blank face on.

"The fuck's wrong with you?" the male spoke for the first time since dinner, his eyes focused on her.

"I'm sleepy. Take care of me."

***

"I'm taking the floor."

"For the last fucking time, (Y/n)!! I'm gonna take the floor so get your ass on that bed!!"

"But I'm the guest, I don't wanna intrude on your personal comfort."

"Are you seriously starting this shit with me right now?! If you don't get in, I'm going to throw your ass in that fucking bed!!"

"Try."

Katsuki growled at the girl's defiance and grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder. The girl shrieked in surprise as she hit his back to make him put her down. Her demands were complied with when she was roughly thrown on the bed, her body bouncing from the springy mattress.

She glared at Katsuki, who had a seething expression on.

"Now, get in there," the male pointed at the covers.

(Y/n) scoffed but obeyed him nonetheless, covering herself up to the neck as she continued glaring at Katsuki.

"Happy now?"

"Ecstatic," he bit back before turning to walk to his closet.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and took her phone from her pocket. She found some messages from Nanami, worried about her whereabouts. The girl quickly sent an apology and explained her predicament, promising to head home in the morning.

She was in the middle of browsing when her phone vibrated with oncoming notification. It was a message from Shouto. She quickly tapped on it to read.

[8:38 PM] Prince❤: Hey beautiful. How was your day?

(Y/n) smiled and sent back a message.

[8:38 PM] (Y/n): Got rained on 😢😢

His answer was almost immediate, making the girl silently chuckle.

[8:39 PM] Prince❤: I'm sorry

[8:39 PM] (Y/n): Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault

[8:40 PM] Prince❤: Just make sure you keep warm. I don't want you to get sick

[8:40 PM] (Y/n): Aww I will

[8:41 PM] Prince❤: Are you home?

(Y/n) lowered the phone to her chest and her eyes darted towards Katsuki.

I can't just say I'm in Katsuki's bed. Knowing the relationship between these two, that will not end well for either of them...

With that in mind, she brought her phone back up and sent him a response. She felt guilty about lying to him but somehow soothed herself by chanting 'it's for the greater good' in her mind.

[8:42 PM] (Y/n): In bed. Why?

[8:44 PM] Prince❤: I haven't seen you all day so I decided to come see you. I'm actually on my way there

Eyes widening, (Y/n) shot up on the bed, her heart quickening its pace as she hastily typed in a response.

[8:44 PM] (Y/n): What? Why? But it's raining

[8:45 PM] Prince❤: It's just rain. That can't stop me.

[8:45 PM] Prince❤: Why? Don't you want me there?

(Y/n) panicked. He would get home and Nanami would tell him that she's over at Katsuki's place and he'd realize that she lied to him. How will that even look in the first place? She placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This cannot be happening.

Katsuki, looked at her over his shoulder and his forehead creased. "Fuck's wrong with you?"

She held up a hand while still staring at her phone. "Shut up for a second, I'm trying to think!"

The boy scowled before going back to arranging his closet, which his mother annoyingly left disarray, leaving her be.

Meanwhile, stressed out (Y/n) tried to think up a plausible excuse, something that would make the male turn around and head back to his place. She then quickly sent the best she could come up with.

[8:50 PM] (Y/n): It's not that I don't want you here, it's just I'm not feeling so good rn

[8:50 PM] Prince❤: Even more the reason to come

(Y/n) mentally slapped herself at her stupid excuse.

Suddenly, another message popped in from Shouto and with shaky hands, she opened it.

[8:52 PM] Prince❤: Calm down, I'm joking. But seriously, are you not feeling well? I could still come

Feeling sweet relief wash over her, (Y/n) loudly exhaled and collapsed back onto the pillows. She placed the back of her hand on her forehead as she stared at the ceiling, mentally thanking the heavens for that close call. She then brought the phone back in front of her and texted back.

[8:53 PM] (Y/n): No. I'll be fine. I don't want you to get rained on because of me

[8:53 PM] Prince❤: Okay. But if you get worse, just call. I won't hesitate to come

Her guilt worsened at his words. She never lied to him and yet there she was, lying while in another guy's bed and not hers as she claims.

Choosing to bid him goodnight instead of texting him further and making herself even guiltier than she already is, she sent him one last text.

[8:55 PM] (Y/n): Okay. Hey, I really had a long day and I'm gonna go ahead and sleep now. Talk to you 'morrow. Goodnight. Love you

[8:56 PM] Prince❤: Alright. Goodnight. Love you

(Y/n) placed the phone on her chest and she stared up at the ceiling with a pensive look on her face.

Is this how someone feels when cheating on someone?

The (h/c)-haired female gasped mentally at the thoughts and repeatedly smacked her cheeks.

I'm not cheating on him, idiot! I just omitted a part of the truth. She dropped from her face and tugged the covers up. Besides, it's better if he didn't know...for the greater good...

Movement at the corner her eye stirred her from her thoughts and she turned her head to the side to see Katsuki place a mattress next to the edge of the bed, where (Y/n) was.

She placed her phone on the bedside table and shifted to lay on her side as she watched him. She pulled the covers closer to her body, Katsuki's cologne infiltrating her senses pleasantly. His natural sweet smell of nitroglycerin was still making its mark and (Y/n) immediately understood why he'd marinate himself in cologne to mask the smell. For such an alpha male, it must suck to have a feminine natural scent.

The male brought some pillows and duvets and placed them on the mattress. After he was done, he turned off the lights and laid on the mattress, covering himself the duvets. He crossed his arms behind his head and stared back at (Y/n).

Silence shrouded the room, as the two continued staring at each other, both having completely different thoughts.

"Katsuki?" the girl broke the silence, her voice soft but still loud enough for him to hear.

"What."

"Where are you going for your internship?" the girl inquired.

The male stayed silent for a moment. "...Best Jeanist. You?"

The girl hung her arm over the edge, mindlessly swinging it. "Sir Nighteye."

"Why?"

The girl sighed. "I guess it's because my parents met at that town. And also because he was a close sidekick of All Might. I guess that also drove me to him."

The male nodded. "Where is it?"

The girl furrowed her eyebrows. "The agency? It's in Tokyo." After a while, she asked. "What about yours?"

"Tokyo," the male simply responded, though his heart was about to spring free from his chest. If that was so, then that meant spending one week with (Y/n) away from Shouto. How lucky could he be?

"Really?" (Y/n) smiled, bringing her arm back up and rested her cheek on the back of her palm.

"Yeah," Katsuki confirmed, trying to keep his voice as uninterested as ever, though internally, it told a different story.

"That's awesome. We can also take our search there," the girl gushed, happy that she wasn't going to a foreign city alone and that Katsuki would be there to assist her.

Katsuki's heart soared at the fact that she was genuinely happy to be going with him.

"If that's the case, I'm coming over to help you pack," the girl giggled, earning a scowl from Katsuki.

"Shut up and go to sleep."

(Y/n) sighed and smiled at him. She could already feel her eyes drooping from the exhaustion she buildup during the day. She let out a yawn and closed her eyes.

"Goodnight...Katsuki," she whispered before falling asleep.

"Goodnight, you idiot," the male responded, his eyes still glued on the now sleeping girl.

***

Katsuki didn't know for how long he had been staring at (Y/n), but he honestly didn't give a fuck.

He still couldn't believe that the girl of his dreams was right there, sleeping on his bed. He could easily just pull her down to him and cuddle her all night long but he chose not to. It wasn't time for that yet.

The girl shifted a bit, her arm falling loosely over the edge.

"Move, you moron, or else you're gonna fall," Katsuki muttered to the girl, which was useless because she was dead asleep.

Katsuki let out a sigh, yanked the duvets away from him and got to his feet. He placed his arm under her back and thighs and lifted her slightly. Placing a knee on the bed to balance, he moved her to the center of the bed and laid her down before releasing her.

Due to that, he ended up halfway hovering above her sleeping form, his face inches from hers. His eyes raked through her features, noting how serene she looked while asleep. Even from the darkness of the room, to him, she still looked like an angel.

Placing one hand on the pillow beside her head to hold himself up, his free hand slowly went up to her face and his fingers brushed away the stray hairs that had fallen on her face. His crimson-colored eyes fell on her lips and he bit his lip, the urge to close the distance raging within him.

He slowly leaned in, careful not to alert her awake with any unnecessary movement. He closed his eyes when he felt his lips brush against her soft own. He could feel her soft, leveled breaths and it made his heart pick up its pace at how close she actually was.

It was a fucking wet dream come true. Episode thirty-eight. Season two.

He longed to kiss her, to know how her lips felt and tasted like and he was millimeters away from finding out.

What the fuck are you doing?!!

Katsuki's eyes shot open and he immediately pulled away from the girl as his common sense came back to him. He let out a silent groan as he got off the bed and he laid back down on his mattress.

He glared at the ceiling in scorn. Part of him hated himself for having stopped but a bigger part of him congratulated himself.

It was true that he wanted to take (Y/n) from Shouto but he wanted to do it fair and square. He wanted (Y/n) to fall in love him on her own accord and not him to force her to. That meant that he was going to take it slow, no matter how hard it was for him and fucking impatient it made him.

Kissing her while she was asleep would mean taking away something from her by force. Not to mention it was assault. And if (Y/n) were to wake up and find him, she'd hate him forever and Katsuki would never recover if that happened. So, to prevent that, he had to restrain himself and keep his needs in check.

Because for (Y/n), he'd do anything.

***

Honestly, my ass doesn't know where Sir Nighteye's agency is but let's pretend that it's in Tokyo.