I'M FREE! I finally have time to update stuff! Thank you all so much for the continued support and feedback! It really fuels my creative drive knowing that there's an audience out there for what my brain likes to throw my way. Haha.
Quick announcement! I now have a Twitter! Tumblr has become a dumpster fire with its new policies so a lot of Kacchako peeps kinda ditched and moved over onto Twitter. I was never really all that interactive on Tumblr but you can bet that I'm a lot more social over on Twitter.
I've just been retweeting stuff I like (I'm still so new to the platform) so maybe I might start posting some of my actual art and fic related goodies, like starting polls over there if anyone's interested in that! I'm thinking that if I do make a poll then it'll be related to a Christmas time/Ochako b-day fic. That's something I definitely want to write a one-shot of, just don't know what yet.
Come find me at: vanity_sky94.
Uhuhuhu, if you thought this story was wild with Katsuki and Ochako still not being official then just wait until they actually are! Uhuhuhu.
Ps. As requested, more Kirimina is on its way!
Happy reading~ :D
Milk & Honey
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Ochako doesn't know what she's doing.
What they're doing.
She's the first to wake up, her hair still damp, goosebumps prickling her skin, and completely naked. She gently bites down on kiss-swollen lips, turning her head and looking down to face hard back muscles and a head of wild unruly blond hair greeting her vision.
Katsuki was still in a state of deep sleep, softly snoring, clutching onto a pillow that just a moment ago was her. Using her quirk had its perks sometimes, especially now when she's trying to act as quietly as possible. She touched his arm with the barest amount of zero gravity to escape his comfortable secure hold. It was a miracle in itself that she hadn't floated them up without her night mittens on but she has an inkling of a clue that it might be due to the nauseous way she's feeling.
Oh, how she would've stayed tucked under him and continue sleeping but her nagging mind wouldn't allow her such pleasures.
She needed another shower, get dressed, and talk to Mina. Now.
Ochako was left breathless any time she and Katsuki really started going at it. His lips lingered on hers for a few seconds longer until he slightly moved away to peck her forehead.
"We should go before we get sick, Angel Face" he softly grumbles, clearing his throat as he awkwardly reaches for her hand. Intertwining their fingers, he securely holds onto her hand as they wait to get off the ride and led them both out of the amusement park.
From her few steps back, she can clearly see his reddening ears but knew he was probably trying to hide his blushing face away from her.
She found it cute as she smiled to herself and focused on the way he tried keeping her warm through their hand holding as the cool air nipped at her soaked clothes.
One second, they were standing outside of his apartment with minimal conversation buzzing in the air between them, patiently waiting for him to unlock the door to his apartment while shaking like a leaf. She was no good in the cold despite being born in the winter.
The next thing she knows, her back hits the cool black tiles of his spacious bedroom shower. His tongue traces the seam of her mouth, urgently and hotly coaxing her lips apart. She lets him in, loudly moaning as he sucks on her tongue, dominating their duel. He slows down after minutes of bliss, nibbling on her bottom lip before pulling away with an echoing smack.
She's heavily panting, throat erratically pulsing, and whimpering desperately wanting him when he stares at her so intensely. Magma and glittering rubies lock onto her half-lidded warm brown topaz eyes.
"Fuck, you're beautiful" he whispers in a sinfully wanton tone, eyes never wavering off of hers.
"Katsuki…" she nearly cries out, needy as her fingers grasp his wet shirt feeling hard muscles beneath her padded touch. With one look, he had her in a daze, begging for him.
One hand firmly held her thigh against him, dull nails sinking into her chilled flesh. He firmly held her letting her know of the effect she has on him physically, of his unabashed arousal towards her. The other hand clumsily pats around searching for the shower knobs, once he had one in his reach, he turned it and immediately ruined the momentum of their lustful dance.
Ochako shrieked when a rain of icy cold water cascaded down on them. She screwed her eyes shut as the cold water pricked her already clammy skin. She let go of his chest as she covered her face with both hands, teeth chattering for a second before she started giggling when she heard Katsuki's string of curses under his breath.
"You making fun of me?" he gave her an unthreatening glare as he twisted the knob the other way to warm the water.
She lets out one last giggle before shaking her head, getting serious, "just when I was getting used to wearing wet clothes, you changed the temperature on me"
He rolled his eyes, "better to just take it all off…" he mumbled.
"Then undress me" she boldly says, hooking one finger under the thin spaghetti strap of her black lacey crop top.
Katsuki chokes on his next words, swallowing them as he stares at her with hungry eyes. He takes a step closer, silently testing the waters as he pulls her hips closer to unbutton her pink shorts.
She doesn't object to the action, rather, she licks her lips and patiently waits for him to shimmy down her shorts all the way which was a challenge in itself with how they were clinging onto her.
"What do you want?" he whispers, holding her in place, arching over to place his forehead against hers, casting a small barrier from the shower head's water coming down on them. He asks like he usually does when they enter this realm of their special friendship. His voice gets drowned out by the running water but she knows what he said.
"You" she tells him, keeping it short and simple as she fights with herself to not say how she wants all of him. She doesn't want him just because they have this agreement between them.
Their vibe, their flow, their entire relationship was one of a kind.
It made her feel warm and fuzzy just as much as it made her feel insatiable and desired.
Ochako knows in her heart and soul that Katsuki has ruined her for other men.
After this, she wouldn't be able to date others. It's not like she's even tried after the disaster that was Shindou but she knows that once they dive deeper into whatever this is between them, whatever this new development of their 'friendship' even is – there was no turning back for her.
But did she care?
As she lets out a shaky exhale while water drips down her body – tilting her head to let him caress her neck with adoration, licking and nibbling at her burning skin, and feeling expertly skilled callous fingers dip underneath her panties – she doesn't.
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"Mhm, mhm, mhm I sure could get used to the sight of my future wifey cooking up a storm in just her hot pink bra and booty shorts" Eijirou grins, leaning against the kitchen's entrance.
Mina wiggles her hips slapping her ass as she turns and looks at him, "it's fuchsia not hot pink" she teases sticking out her tongue.
"Before you tell me I look good enough to eat, riddle me this" Mina goes back to pouring pancake batter onto the hot griddle pan.
"What's up?" he fully enters her kitchen and takes hold of the bowl filled with chocolate chips to sit on the small counter space next to her stove.
"You've never technically proposed" she reminds him while swatting his hand with her spatula to stop him from eating the chocolate.
"As much as I know you'll want me to make a grand spectacle of it, I know you Babe, you don't want to upstage Shouto and Izuku's big day" he counters, sneakily grabbing a handful of chocolate chips and stuffing them into his mouth like a chipmunk.
Mina groans, "damn you Eijirou Kirishima for foiling my plans and my breakfast!"
"You know you find me irresistible" he leaned over to quickly peck her cheek, hopping off the counter he then took the spatula from her hand and gave her a little nudge to get out of the way, "someone's at the door" he says right as they hear the bell.
"How the…" she's trying to figure out how he did that. Shaking her head with a low chuckle, she goes to open the door to go attend to what she's assuming to be an early morning package delivery. Before opening the door, she takes a sweater she had on the coat hanger to cover herself up. Instead of a delivery man at her door, she's greeted by the sight of Ochako wearing a long-sleeved green baggy turtleneck crop top with acid washed denim shorts and sneakers.
Biting her tongue back from commenting on how hot it is to be wearing anything with long sleeves – Mina silently takes in Ochako's ensemble, reading her tense body language. Her lips curl into a mischievous grin when her eyes lock onto the patches of concealer that was clearly two shades too dark for Ochako's complexion.
"Did you lose a fight with a big ass mosquito last night?" she jokes oozing with a playful tone, ready to continue teasing Ochako about the obvious countless of hickeys covering her best friend's body.
"I… uhh… I had shower sex with Katsuki! We got carried away again, oh god, I feel nauseous!" Ochako panickily blurted out as her voice wavered, feeling the sting of tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She didn't plan to start their conversation this way but after her second (possibly foolish) heated night with Katsuki – there was just no way of beating around the bush.
Mina took a small glance towards her kitchen where Eijirou was happily whistling along to whatever pop music he had playing on his phone while cooking. Returning her attention to Ochako, she grabbed her hand and led her inside without letting Ochako take off her shoes at the entrance. "My room, now!" she shouted as they blurred through the apartment.
With a swipe of her hands, Mina threw her pile of clothes off her bed and planted Ochako right on the edge. She began pacing back and forth in front of her eerily quiet friend, briefly closing her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, "please, please tell me you're not pregnant" she begged, needing to ask as much as it killed her to plead for the exact opposite of what she wanted for Ochako.
"What? No, no! I swear I'm not pregnant, we were safe…ish" her voice grew smaller and squeaked on the last part.
Mina shot her a serious glare at that kind of response.
"Mina! I'm not! I recently switched birth control" Ochako shimmied her arm out from her sleeve to show her the small red bump. She had switched from pills to a small implant device inserted directly into the underside of her arm. "I'm sorry if I scared you but… urrrkkk" her voice quivered as she fell back on the cushioned mattress, "tell me…" her voice grew somber, "what am I doing with my life?"
"You're getting exactly what you've always wanted, Hun, a man that treasures you"
"But Katsuki's…" she gulped, pushing down the lump of hard words that were increasingly growing difficult to swallow, "he's not mine, Mina, we're just friends… and honestly after last night, he's completely ruined me for anyone else and it's not the first time I've thought that about him…"
"You make it sound like he puts the kama sutra to shame" Mina snorted, half-joking until she watched Ochako lift her upper body on bent elbows and gave her this look. She knew exactly what that look meant as her eyes widened and jaw dropped.
Mina needed a second to recompose herself as she coughed to clear her throat, "let me just ask you one thing" she filters through her mind, deciding that it wasn't her place to tell Ochako the obvious as she was so ready to spill back at Tsuyu's wedding. The more thought she put into it, the more she thought of Katsuki's feelings. She'd be considerate and not intervene more than necessary as much as that went against everything she believes in but for once she was allowing destiny to run its course. And right now, destiny was telling her to be patient with these two for a little bit longer because something big was heading their way, all of their ways. She felt it therefore knew it'd be true.
As the only female for the longest time (until Kyouka joined) of Bakugou's group of friends – Mina felt like she had a responsibility to take care of her boys. Their wildly unpredictable leader was the hardest of her boys to tame but if there's two things Mina's an expert on, it's one: translating all things Bakugou and two: the language of love. She knows he's been bitten by the lovebug (for years now) just as much as she knows that whatever Ochako's feeling is true and genuine and not just her trying to project her innermost wishes onto him.
A little shove in the right direction is all this oblivious pair needed.
Just a small, itsy-bitsy, deeply thought-provoking nudge.
"Have you ever stopped and wondered if he's just as into you as you are with him? Look at the pros and cons, especially during and after sex"
Ochako fully rose and sat up on the bed, Mina could clearly see the gears starting to work in her head.
"No" she truthfully replies.
No, because she's been busy running away from the what-ifs, content with pretending that whatever this was between them was enough.
No, because she's too afraid to get her hopes up if she's the only one reading into things and feeling her insides coil up and tighten whenever she thinks of him or what they're doing.
No, because it'd hurt like a ton of bricks if she gets rejected for putting herself out there when he had told her since the beginning that he was only helping her as a friend, he wasn't looking for a relationship with anybody.
"Ochako, I love you so much that if I loved you any more then we'd be legally married" Mina plops down with a small bounce right next to her, gently taking Ochako's hands into hers, "Katsuki's heart has always been guarded like a fortress but when he looks at you, I've never seen him be so quick to lower his drawbridge. Don't sell yourself short, Sweetie, you're special to him" Mina squeezed Ochako's held hands and leaned over to kiss her forehead, lips lingering for a moment as she heard the soft sniffles begin.
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"Where the fuck did summer go?" Katsuki questions out loud to himself, checking and marking down the last day of August on his calendar pinned to the back of his bedroom's door.
With working nonstop, Tsuyu's wedding, and helping Ochako to temporarily move in with him – the entire summer passed by in a blur without the chance to even go to the beach once. And now here he is, in the middle of getting ready to leave for Izuku's place because that nerd had an 'oh so important' announcement to make.
"C'mon, 'Cheeks! We're gonna be late!" he loudly bangs his fist against his bathroom's door.
It's only been two weeks since Ochako officially took up his offer to fully move in but she didn't want to be treated any differently than how he'd treat any other house guest. Which already failed considering they were well past any formalities and boundaries with each other.
He insisted on getting her a futon or a small bed for his spare room which was currently being used as office space that was just collecting dust with old closed case files from his time as Ground Zero.
Sometimes when he was feeling restless despite how much his body was crying for sleep – he'd sit at his computer desk and reread over the countless of paperwork he had done for missions he'd done under Best Jeanist and Miruko. They reminded him of what he left behind to pursue other goals, knowing the door was always opened for him to return but not knowing when or if he'd ever return to that life.
Ochako had been a real pain in the ass the first week of moving in with him, putting her foot down and absolutely not allowing him to spend a single yen on her. She was fine with sleeping on either his couch or the floor itself. He found out the hard way that her stubbornness could rival his very own which admittedly had irritated him to no ends until he realized that dammit, he was attracted to it.
Allowing her to do whatever the hell she wanted, he dropped the subject of wanting to accommodate her in his apartment because he wasn't ever going to win this losing battle with her. She eventually caved when she'd wake up with an aching back and he'd come home at the crack of dawn from work finding her almost mummified under medicated back pain patches. For two days now, she's been officially sleeping with him in his bedroom but they haven't had sex since their amusement park 'date.'
Katsuki knows that with every taste of her body, he can't go back to the way things were between them. He can't bring himself to want to sleep with her just so she can land a date with whatever loser comes flopping her way with broken promises and half-truths.
The thought of her dating anyone else angered him and greatly pissed him off, not because he wanted to claim her like some rare prize to be won (she's her own person) but because he knows her, has for years, and knows she can trust him with her heart because his feelings come from a very real and very terrifying place that he never thought he was ever capable of feeling for anyone until she came hurdling back into his life like a meteor shower.
It wasn't just his physical and sexual attraction towards her. It was everything – her intellect, strength, compassion, etc; her beauty that radiated and glowed from the inside out.
He's in love with her but can't find the courage to confess like a total dumbass.
"Sorry! Sorry!" she calls out running out of his bathroom, steam escaping the enclosed room. Her body and hair wrapped in his orange towels with small droplets of water splayed across her shoulders and chest. "I'm coming!" she rushes towards her drawer space in his dresser looking for undergarments.
Katsuki internally groans, her words giving him a double meaning. Chewing on his inner cheek, he needs to leave his own freakin' bedroom before he rips off that towel from her body and has his way with her. Deku's whatever-was-oh-so-important-news be damned.
"Just hurry up, we're leaving in ten minutes!" Katsuki tells her with a faux annoyed huff, storming out of his room as he fought with himself to not look back.
Lately, he's finding it harder to not touch her in any way. Feeling as if he's touch-starved despite sharing a bed with her at night. He was in no way those types of sleepers that could stay still in one position all night, needing to be sprawled out and touching something.
Whether it came from his past traumas when he'd have nightmares no thanks to all the times he's been either a hostage or kidnapped by some villainous asshole or just from the fact that his own quirk came from a place of needing physical and emotional feelings attached in order to work – touch was subconsciously very important to him.
His and Ochako's quirks relied on their hands but their hands weren't just good for manifesting their quirks. Touch and their hands fulfilled another sense of closeness between the two. Whether it was during their intimacies and foreplay in the bedroom or something much more innocent as comforting or playfully messing with each other.
Katsuki has her so close yet so far from his reach.
Nine minutes later, Ochako came out into the living room where Katsuki was just finished lacing up his boots at the entrance. Standing up, he gets his keys and an extra riding helmet before opening the door for her.
She thanks him as he locks up and they make their way down the hall towards the elevator. Downstairs in the parking garage, he takes out his other helmet from inside his bike's compartment and was about to put it on when a pair of teenagers passed by on their skateboards.
"Pssht, helmets are so lame!" one teen's voice echoed in the garage, laughing.
Katsuki felt a vein begin to throb in his temple as a low growl escaped his throat. Setting his own helmet on his motorcycle's seat, he turned around to help Ochako with hers, trying his best to ignore the teenagers who were slowly making their way towards the apartment complex's entrance.
"Yeah, covering up that hot chick's face is a crime!" the other commented, skateboard wheels screeching to a halt.
That did it for him. "Y'know what's not lame?!" Katsuki's increasing volume echoes, "HER FUCKING SAFETY!" he yelled, setting off a car's alarm in the distance with his voice alone causing the teens to jump.
"Katsuki" Ochako begins, gently placing a hand on his tense forearm.
She didn't need to finish her sentence as her simple touch diffused him. Putting his helmet on and revving up his engine, he silently waits for her to sit down behind him before driving off. His spine begins to tingle with a jolt of electricity when he feels her wrap her arms around his waist, pressing her body close against him, he lets out a shuddered breath at her comforting warmth.
Katsuki knows that motorcycles still make Ochako uneasy as he reaches a hand down and holds hers tightly to reassure her that she'll always be safe with him.
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They make it to Izuku and Shouto's apartment right on time, being greeted by the hosts themselves. Once inside, they see that Tenya, Mina, Eijirou, Denki, Kyouka, Hanta, Momo, and her husband Yosetsu were all in attendance.
Ochako greets Izuku and Shouto with hugs and kisses before she runs straight into the arms of Tenya who she hasn't seen in forever due to him taking a sabbatical leave to Austria. From taking over his older brother's hero office full time, with Tensei being paralyzed and wheelchair-bound – Tenya still found time in his packed schedule to work as a university professor during the weekends part-time.
Katsuki quietly makes his way towards his own pack of hyenas as his eyes wandered over to Ochako, where she was animatedly talking to Tenya and Izuku about something as she laughed with a bright smile plastered on her face and moved her arms wildly to explain things.
He couldn't help the smile creeping up on his lips at the sight of her being herself around her own group. It was soon wiped off his face when he felt someone pinch his side hard. "What the fuck!" he yowled, glaring down at the retracting arm of none other than Eijirou.
Okay so maybe he did deserve that, he has been purposely avoiding his best friend. After confessing that he's in love with Ochako to him, he was afraid of whatever words of wisdom the red-head would spout at him already knowing he'd be right.
"Asshole" Katsuki grumbled plopping down on the couch's armrest right next to Eijirou.
"Bitch, please, you're the one being an ass lately" Eijirou shot back, pinching Katsuki's knee this time.
"Quit it!" Katsuki complained through gritted teeth ready to slug him on the arm.
Eijirou wasn't really mad at him, he was just annoyed that he was left out of the loop after Katsuki had dropped a heavy load on him without further wanting to discuss it.
"Boys!" Mina raised her voice, giving both of them warning looks, "On the count of three, you two better act on your best behavior. Don't piss Mama off" with a crooked smile, she raises a hand up showing them the forming acid building up on her palm.
Both males know not to mess with her as she could easily melt their clothes off, leaving them in nothing but boxers for the remainder of the night.
"Yes Ma'am" they sigh in defeat.
Momo went around handing everyone a glass of champagne before setting the tray down to sit down next to Yosetsu as Izuku and Shouto clinked their glasses gathering everyone's attention their way.
"Before we start, Shouto and I would like to thank everyone for coming," Izuku began with a shy smile, "umm… as you all already know, we're engaged" he shows off his gold band littered with small diamonds.
Everyone except for Katsuki clap and cheer meanwhile he takes a sip of his champagne and rolls his eyes at the gushing idiots around him. Ever since they were kids, Izuku has always taken his sweet ass time getting to the point of things. Over time, Katsuki has grown impatient with him even though he was always attentive in his listening.
Izuku looks down at his glass with blushing cheeks, "I think you should take over, Shouto"
Shouto nods, clearing his throat as he scans the room, "you all know the sacrifices we make as active pro heroes on the field," he starts as everyone nods, "every second of our time is precious and for that reason," he glances over at Izuku with a loving look and a small smile, "Izuku and I have decided to wed in October"
They hear the ladies gasp, sitting on the edge of their seats.
Shouto clearly wasn't done speaking but he let Izuku take over taking turns. "As Shouto said, every second is precious and we don't want to waste a drop in preparing for a grand wedding. We would like to have our immediate friends and families there for the occasion but… oh gosh…" he shakily clutches onto his champagne flute not knowing how to drop the biggest chunk of news to everyone.
"Izuku and I have decided to hold our ceremony in Paris and if you'd allow us to – we'd like to personally pay for all of your tickets and accommodations so this is the reason why we asked all of you to come here tonight. We'd like to give you all the appropriate amount of time to make preparations for vacation time off from work if you'd like to join us"
The room went deathly silent as everyone save for Katsuki and Kyouka gapped like goldfishes.
"Wait, we're all getting a free trip to France?!" Mina was the first to jump off the couch with a squeal when Shouto shot her a smirk. "With hopes that you'll attend our wedding" he deadpanned.
"Right! Right! Of course, duh!" she went to go hug him and fondly pinched Izuku's freckled cheek.
"Bun-Bun… is this… is this really okay?" Ochako furrowed her brows, cautiously asking as equations of the cost the engaged couple was willing to spend on all of them quickly brought her a headache.
"It is," he assured her, "in fact, Yuga is helping us out with everything. I saved his jewelry store from robbers when I was stationed in France and was off duty. He was so grateful that he offered to help with the wedding planning when he saw my ring" Izuku deeply blushed at the memory.
Ever since their first year, Yuga Aoyama had grown to be a close friend to Izuku despite traumatizing him from artisan cheese platters for life. The half-french male had moved from Japan once they had graduated becoming a pro under a french hero for some time before finding that his passions were in fine jewelry, inheriting his family's generations old store.
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"I can't believe we're going to Europe…" Ochako was still reeling from the news, astonished by the events that took place that night as she and Katsuki walked into the apartment, coming home from celebrating the wedding news.
"Speak for yourself" Katsuki yawned, checking the time on his watch. It was definitely time for bed for him.
"O-Oh… I just…" she naturally had assumed that they were on the same page. An all-expense paid trip with Katsuki seemed like an utter dream to her. And she supposes that, that's all it'll ever be because judging by his tone he didn't seem all too keen on wanting to request time off for his childhood friend's big day.
"Hm?"
"N-Nothing! I'll bring you back a bottle of fine french wine if you're skipping out"
Katsuki caught a glimpse of her crest-fallen face. It wasn't that he didn't want to travel with her, it was just the fact that he was a damn workaholic. He knew that if he asked for any time off, his chief wouldn't hesitate to give him as much as he wanted off. They'd tell him how much he deserves it and how much good he's done by serving his community. Blah blah blah. As if he hasn't heard that spiel before.
"We'll see Sweet Cheeks… still got a whole month to plan" he tiredly says already dreaming of his nice plush bed when his phone rings. Groaning, he picks up and curses.
A second later he hangs up and nearly whimpers when Ochako asks him what's wrong.
"Got called in to work, some fucker decided to set off fires on all ten floors of the Shibuya 109 building" he isn't looking forward to going to work just as his body was adjusting to a decent bedtime again.
"Will you be okay?" she asks, tilting her head, worried that he won't be as focused while on the job.
"Nothing I can't handle, 'sides all I need is six shots of espresso to wake the fuck up" he simply shrugs, not realizing what he was doing as he cupped her chubby cheeks in his palms and leaned down to kiss her forehead, "don't wait up for me" he whispers against her skin, lips lingering for a moment until his presence is gone.
Ochako stood frozen in place at his tender action. It wasn't until she heard the door click close behind her that she realized he was gone.
After that, there was no way in hell that she could fall asleep on her own. Instead, she went to the bedroom to change into a pair of comfy cotton shorts and one of his old oversized shirts that Katsuki was nice enough to give her.
Once she was changed, she went to the kitchen to prepare a nice cozy cup of milk and honey, adding vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg to give the warm drink a little spiced boost. As she had her pot boiling on low heat on the stove, she figured that she might as well make sugar cookies to go along with her midnight snack.
All alone in the dead of night in Katsuki's apartment wasn't something that has happened before until now. Ochako was left stewing in her thoughts as her entire environment wouldn't allow her to forget about the tall feisty blond that was anything but a bad boy. Like an unrefined diamond, Katsuki's true colors shone to only those deemed worthy of the diamond in the rough.
If it wasn't for Ochako returning into the forefront of his life, he would be living the same routine day in and day out. Bed at a decent hour, cooking for one, and finding ways to keep Camie out of his place. It wasn't the most exciting life but it was his bachelor's lifestyle.
He could be hooking up with anyone he so desired with a snap of his fingers if it weren't for Ochako occupying all his free time and now even his living quarters because she can't seem to bring herself to tell him that she's renting a new apartment she has yet to actually live in due to eagerly accepting his own offer.
'Have you ever stopped and wondered if he's just as into you as you are with him?' the first half of Mina's words come haunting her as she's holding onto a bowl of raw cookie dough, mixing it with a wooden spoon.
Ochako meant what she said.
No, she hasn't put much thought into whatever the hell this is between them knowing damn well that something has one-hundred percent shifted in their development.
That lingering kiss goodbye he gave her before leaving spoke of more; spoke of something her gears were slowly deciphering.
But wish as she might, she knows that what she wants in life aren't the same wants as his.
Or so she thought.
Or so she had convinced herself of.
If this was a true friends with benefits situation then emotions wouldn't deeply root themselves so much into the web of the bed they've made for each other. Emotions wouldn't get in the way of her getting exactly what she needed his help with: getting a boyfriend. Emotions wouldn't scorch her soul and seep into her very bones of his passionate fire if she only agreed to reciprocate what she's taking from him. Emotions wouldn't diminish what resilience there was to not falling in love.
"Falling in love…" she thinks out loud, feeling that twisted feeling squeezing her insides again. The butterflies begin to flutter in the pit of her stomach when she thinks of his intense glances, of his rough hands that can be so gentle with her, of the way he puts her first above himself whenever they're together, of the way he can read her like a book, and of the way she's the only recipient of his true genuine smiles.
In that moment of true clear clarity, one that isn't clouded by impatience and negativity – she's starting to see that what she's feeling for Katsuki wasn't a mere projection of her hopes and dreams of a future she had been painting with a mysterious figure. All along, it has always been Katsuki.
She was so convinced that it wasn't real due to her first picturing him in her wet dreams before diving in head first into this complicated relationship with him. She knows that deep down in her heart, she's never once forgotten of the boy who inspired her. The one who pushed and pushed until ultimately breaking her until she was nothing but stardust. In those rare few times he helped her train during their school days, he reminded her of the infinite power to launch things outside the realm of the stratosphere held in the tips of her padded fingers.
Katsuki has always been in her life one way or another and no matter how many years they went without speaking to each other – she's never once forgotten of those lingering feelings she once had for him. It wasn't a full-on crush (as she had been too wrapped up in Izuku until that abruptly ended with their awkward confession) but it definitely felt more than what a person felt for an ordinary friend. Those unresolved feelings stayed paused in her core until they were able to flourish within her now with having him back in her life. Those feelings have been properly nurtured as adults and came back with a vengeance, reminding her that they never once left her.
Katsuki is special to her as much as she hopes she's special to him like Mina told her.
She wants nothing more than to mean something to him as she comes to one startling realization.
"Oh my god, I'm in love with him!" she gasps, dropping her bowl of cookie batter onto the kitchen floor with a loud reverberating clank.
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Done! To be continued.
Uhuhuhu. I've got nothing else to say other than, I'm looking forward to writing the next bit of this story. Still don't know how long of a journey it'll be but we shall see~
Next Time: Two Truths, One Lie
Until next time!
You know the drill! Please R&R – it's greatly appreciated and I always get a kick out of reading your reviews/feedback. And again, please don't be afraid to – I can fluently read Spanish and partial French! Thankies~ :D