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STEALING KATSUKI'S BOOKS BECAME A SORT OF GAME.

Y/n wasn't too clear on how it all got started. All she knew was that it was something to ease the too-thick tension, and the first time she'd done it, was out of anger and a desire to get on Katsuki's nerves. She couldn't remember what he'd actually done, but at the time, anything could set the other off with the way their relationship was.

It was enough for her to march all the way to the boy's side of the dorm, and break into his room in search of a precious item that would certainly set him off once he realized it was gone.

It didn't take much snooping to eventually find a box he kept hidden underneath his bed. She felt guilty for opening it up, as it could've been something seriously private- until she saw what was inside.

Teen, chick-lit, young adult novels, series, and trilogies- but they were all romance. Katsuki was into romance novels. And hell, if that wasn't leverage. She could snap a few pictures, send them to the group chat- to people who weren't in their class: ruin his reputation with what she had discovered. And that was her plan ultimately, but one novel caught her eye. And she took it, hid it under the sleeve of her sweatshirt, stayed up for three days straight reading the book ( it was extremely hard to keep it hidden from Katsuki while doing so ).

In a strange twist of events, she ended up liking it. And that's when she'd stormed back to Katsuki's room, furiously demanded more form novels from Katsuki because he had "taste that wasn't absolute shit," and that led to her accidentally revealing she stole said novels- which somehow turned into Katsuki indirectly telling her to steal more if she liked them so much.

Maybe it was a thanks for not exposing him to the school- maybe it was an appreciative gesture or some kind of peace treaty. Whatever it was, it was clear he preferred her stealing them rather than asking for them because he wanted to avoid the topic altogether.

It was kind of like a peace offering. Clearly, he didn't like talking about his romance novel obsession. That would be a reputation ruiner for badass Bakugou Katsuki, y/n supposed is what he thought.

But she was fine with it being a secret she finally knew about the blond. One his friends couldn't laugh and tease him about. And though it'd be funny to see Kaminari and Sero toppling over with their hands over their stomach and dying in fits of laughter over Katsuki's choice of hobby- she'd figure it'd be best to keep it as leverage for as long as she could.

She could use it as blackmail, so long as she made sure he never figured out anything as detrimental about her. She had to be careful- the sense of power she somewhat held over him felt good, and she wasn't interested in giving that one up so quickly.

Y/n pushed open the door to her room and gestured for Katsuki to step inside if he pleased, while she searched for the stolen novel she read twice, in her drawers. Her underwear drawer, actually.

She didn't want anyone finding it either and too many of her friends welcomed themselves into her room and played with her stuff, like sticky, annoying little siblings. So, the best place to hide the novel would be placing it in a place no one would look for multiple reasons. Y/n smiled when she pulled the novel from her drawer, waving it around to fan out the smell of her perfume.

"This was a good one," She teased. Y/n already knew he would ignore that statement; would neither agree nor deny. It was already enough that she knew about his novels, he wouldn't openly discuss them with her.

She wondered, though, about his thoughts surrounding what he read. Would he be poetic? Would he be upset at the happy endings? She didn't like that she wanted to know more than what Katsuki allowed her to get- but who wasn't at least a little curious about a closed-off person. One taste of his vulnerability and it seemed so surreal, Y/n wanted a mouthful of it. She wasn't sure if she could call it vulnerability, exactly. But art was a mixture of feelings and emotions and beauty and everything raw. Which meant it had to be thrown in the mix somewhere, right?

Katsuki raised a brow, resting his weight on his palms as he leaned back on the girl's bed and watched her fan the book. "Find a different hiding spot for them." He watched her movements carefully before he focused his gaze on her, face tightening.

Y/n furrowed her brows, "Why?" She took a seat beside the annoyed male and her head fell to the side curiously at the soft pinkish glow in the paleness of his skin.

Maybe it was a blush. Though that seemed like too far of a stretch- and there was no reason he would or should be blushing in the first place. Or maybe, it was just hot in the room. She didn't like sleeping in the cold like a lot of other people did. It was uncomfortable and caused nightmares, on top of that. Or maybe, the way he was sitting caused all of the blood to rush to his head, flushing his face in the process. Whatever the reasoning behind his burning cheeks- Y/n really didn't care in the slightest; she was going to tease him for it.

"It's 'cause the damn books always smell like you." He said, frowning as he turned his head to face a now smirking Y/n. "It's just fucking weird. I mean- you're keeping them in your damn underwear drawer; that's reason enough, isn't it?" The pink glow got darker and- oh.

Oh. Y/n's lips curled.

"What," Y/n leaned in, got close to his face, "You don't think I smell nice?"

Katsuki's brows furrowed deeper. "You smell like you. The hell do you want me to say about that? I don't want my stuff smelling like your stuff, alright?"

"You're blushing."

"It's fucking hot in here."

They held a steady gaze- Katsuki was the first to turn away and Y/n almost couldn't comprehend that fact. He was never the one who pulled away from a staring contest- a silent contest, a battle, a competition- he had to win at everything, in his book. When he turned to look at her again, he was frowning, "You gonna give me the book now?"

"Bakugou," Y/n said, playing with the book in her grasp. "All of your books smell like you whenever I steal them. I feel like if I have to deal with it- so should you."

"Why? They're my books that you're stealing. Of course, they're gonna fuckin' smell like me- you wouldn't have to deal with anything if you just stopped fuckin' stealing, you damn airhead. Can I have my book now?"

Y/n gave him a look and Katsuki moved his head in question.

He reached for the book- Y/n pulled it back, and Katsuki could feel his patience thinning, resolve shattering. He was trying to be a good, decent, and rational person for once- and there Y/n was, doing everything to throw him off course, as she always fucking did. How was it that she never failed to get on his nerves? Not only get on them- she jumped on every nerve he had. Rubbed her feet through his nerves, stomped them a couple of times 'til his irritation manifested into anger and aggression- and he was suddenly the bad guy. What a fucking hassle, honestly.

"L/n," Katsuki pressed his eyes shut and kept his voice at a low growl. "Give me the damn book so we can both go back to our stupid lives-" He reached for it again, and just like before, Y/n pulled away.

She pulled the book to her chest, wrapping her arms around it securely, and backed up even further so she was against the wall her bed was pushed against. "Don't you think we should let it air out a little more or something?" Katsuki raised his brow and Y/n raised a shoulder. "If you don't like the way I smell-"

"You're still on that? I don't give a shit anymore, could you just hand it over? The longer I stay in your shitty room- the less sleep I get." Y/n didn't budge, though her eyes twinkled with amusement and Katsuki's jaw clenched. He moved to his knees and inched closer to her, in hopes of snatching the book. "You motherfucking- give me the damn-!" He grabbed the book in his tight grasp, Y/n pulled it toward her, Katsuki following suit.

And then, she let go.

The book fell to the floor of Y/n's dorm room with a soft 'thud.'

Katsuki fell forward at the loss of tension, hardly catching himself in time to not crash his entire body weight on top of Y/n. His palms dug into the mattress on either side of her, practically caging her in as his breath suddenly quickened. His cheeks were warmer than before, the space between the both of them was rather small, air shared, her scent strong.

She smelled of something sweet. Warm. Addicting. It reminded him of stepping into a warm cafe on a Christmas evening- cheesy as it was, he read romance novels for fucks sake. She wouldn't be bread, nor would she be cupcakes. Nothing that plain or sweet- it was a fair balance, an almost perfect balance. She'd be the pastries with strawberry paste and he didn't know why it smelled so goddamn good. Couldn't stop himself from leaning closer as his nostrils flared in the slightest, taking in a gentle whiff of her scent.

It was only an inch closer that he moved and Y/n felt her heart exploding out of her chest in a panic. His eyes were hard, yet glossed over- unfocused in a way she'd never seen on Katsuki. Despite the stillness and quiet the early morning typically brought- everything seemed rather loud and hectic, rapid for her. The blood rushed to her ears with the heating of her face and the pounding of her heart surrounding her head as her chest rose and fell quickly because he seemed to be getting closer. He shifted again and he was extremely close, lips almost grazing hers when she tilted her head to catch his gaze.

Katsuki broke the tense silence, "You smell so fucking good." It was whispered, under his breath. He swallowed hard, slow and Y/n felt her eyes get wider when he got closer, lips against her jaw. "Seriously. What the hell is that? What're you wearing?"

"What, my perfume?" Y/n raised a brow and pushed off the wall to get closer herself. "It's pink vanilla."

Katsuki pressed closer, their lips touched, and it was like a dam broke.

He pressed against her like he could no longer hold back- whatever he was trying to hold back in the first place- and cupped the back of her neck, straddling her waist as he pulled her closer.

"Fuck," he muttered before he kissed into her once more, lips rough against her softer ones, before taking her bottom lip between his, gently sucking and pulling a sound from the girl. He basked in the sound, soaking it up as some kind of encouragement or praise as he pushed her back- rather gently, actually- against her pillows, hands sliding across her back, fingers pressing into her bare under her shirt. And then, he pulled away just as quickly as he pressed forward.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open and she breathed, "You like it that much?" Her gaze shot up to his and immediately frowned. "Stop looking at me like you want to eat me- fucking asshole." She shoved him to the side a little too hard and he hit the floor of her room, the book already on the floor dug into his side and he winced.

"Ah- fuck- you fucking-" Katsuki growled as he shifted, picking up the book and shakily making his way to his feet. "You- you're a fuckin' idiot!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Just tell me to get off next time, you didn't have to-" Only when Katsuki paused at his words, did Y/n realized what he was implying- or at least thinking, deep down, with those words. Her brows raised and Katsuki's cheeks heated, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he shifted his feet uncomfortably- she'd never seen him in such a state. "I- god! Whatever, fucking- fuck off! You still didn't have to throw me off the damn bed."

"Yeah, I know... You're just really fun to mess with, to be honest."

"Die in a ditch." Katsuki sneered, adjusting his shirt. He turned on his heel to stomp his way out of her room, fury in each step- not before angrily flipping her off, of course- and slammed the door behind him once he was gone.

It was quiet- almost uncomfortably and eerily so, and she stared at the door in that silence for an unnecessarily long time as her mind tried to comprehend- process- figure out what the hell just happened. She blinked, finally turning away from the door to touch her fingers to her lips, head falling to the side curiously as she squinted in thought.

Katsuki kissed her.

Bakugou Katsuki kissed her. Then, acted like it was nothing ( or at least attempting, if his flushed cheeks and stuttered sentences were anything to do go by- she wanted to be able to tease him for that in the future, but it somehow felt like a far-too-touchy subject to mess around with so lightly- ), and told her to die. Like he hadn't sucked on the lips of his sworn worst enemy of the year, swooning over how amazing she smelled.

Y/n's face screwed and she slid further into her bed, pulled her sheets to her chin as she shut her eyes with only a single thought: gross.

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