Tutoring Session
"We're here, huh? Guess I'll finally get to see where Bakugou gets his attitude from."
"Can it, shitty-hair. You trying to get kicked out before you even step foot inside?"
"Sorry, sorry. I'll be cool."
Kirishima flashed his friend a lopsided grin, to which Katsuki merely snorted in response. They were currently trotting their way up the front steps.
Yuna let out a lofty sigh, watching as Katsuki pulled out his key and jammed it forcefully into the hole, cursing under his breath a few times when it didn't click immediately. He propped the door open not long after, and Yuna found herself stepping into the Bakugou abode.
Kirishima grinned and playfully slapped Katsuki on the back, praising him for how "manly" his home looked, not that she was really paying attention. From the back of the house, they could hear movement, and then a feminine voice with a tenacious undertone.
"Katsuki?" she called out, "You home?"
The blonde rolled his eyes, barely even missing a beat before lifting his head to yell back in the voice's direction. "Course I'm home, you shitty old hag! Who the hell else would it be?!"
Kirishima mumbled something about how it wasn't good to speak to your parents that way, but a storm was brewing in her chest. She hasn't seen his mother since they were kids at school, in the principle's office on top of that. His mother has always made her feel nervous with her pushiness and her loud, abrasive way of speaking, even when she was nice to her and her mom. She just wasn't ready to see his mom again.
But she didn't really have a choice in the matter.
"Oh! What's this?"
Mind still reeling, a lady emerged from around the corner. She had the same ash-blonde hair as Katsuki, same spiky arrangement, same crimson eyes- she pretty much looked like a female version of him. Except that instead of a permanent frown plastered across her brow, she held a smile on her lips.
"Katsuki brought friends home?" She blinked twice, as if the mere thought was so preposterous she could hardly believe it was happening. Yuna heard Katsuki let out a scoff of annoyance from beside her.
"Piss off," he snapped. "What's it to you, old lady?"
His mother's brow twitched, and she didn't waste a second before swatting her son across the back of the head. Katsuki hissed in pain, gripping down on his hair with narrowed eyes.
"The fuck are you-?!"
"Shut it, you little shit! I won't have you acting so rude in front of our guests!"
Yeah... this is pretty much what I expected. Nothing has changed at all.
Kirishima had begun to chuckle good naturally, and was already in the process of shaking the mother's hand, Mitsuki, but she had yet to swallow the nervous lump that had formed in her throat. Trying to think of what to say to the brash woman. Katsuki had said that he'd already told his parents about her, which meant that the second she mentioned her name, they would probably remember who she was.
"And who's this young lady?" she suddenly asked, she noticed that she'd finished her introductions with Kirishima. Yuna swallowed hard, hoping that her voice wouldn't squeak when she spoke. ''You look familiar, dear. Have we met?''
"Hello, Mrs. Bakugou," she began, "I'm-"
"She's my girlfriend," Katsuki cut in, making both her eyes and his mother's widen in unison. The blonde was standing with one hand shoved in his pocket, his expression utterly unfazed as he spoke.
Mitsuki's eyes were as wide as saucers, scanning her down as if she couldn't believe she was real. She did her best to maintain her smile, though it had begun to waver a bit. Still, she could tell that she was excited, and nothing more. If not for the fact that her son was glaring daggers into her back, she was convinced that she would poke her to ascertain that she was really there.
"It's very nice to see you again. I'm Yuna," she smiled, extending her hand out, "although I'm sure you already remember me from school with Katsuki."
Mitsuki was on her before she could even blink.
"Wait, it's you, Yuna?! That cute little girl my shitty son was always getting into trouble in school?!" She exclaimed, practically squealing from excitement. She glanced feverishly towards her son, "You're not lying to your mom, are you? This sweet young girl, is actually your girlfriend?! Please don't be lying to me, or I swear I'll-"
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP, ALREADY? I'M TELLING YOU SHE IS, SO SHE IS!"
Mitsuki grinned up to her ears, grabbing a hold of her hand and giving it a vigorous shake. "Oh, yes! He's told us so much about his girlfriend, though we had no idea it was you! Katsuki's had a crush on you forever. He'd talk about you all the time after school. Bragging about how great you were in training, and how smart and brave you are. How hard a time you gave him. He even boast on how you were so cu-''
''WOULD YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH ALREADY, YOU BULLSHITTER?!'' Katsuki was so red and flustered from embarrassment, Kirishima snickering beside him. He obviously didn't want his mom to finish that sentence.
Mitsuki continued on showing no acknowledgment to her son's outburst, obviously used to it, ''-Oh, the first time he mentioned even having a girlfriend, we were both through the moon! Ah, speaking of- Masaru!"
She called out, craning her neck towards the back of the house.
"Come here! Katsuki's finally brought his girlfriend home!"
"What?!"
Yuna caught Katsuki rolling his eyes, and Kirishima merely letting out another chuckle while he took in the scene. Although she was still very much on edge, seeing how welcoming and excited Mitsuki was helped put her at ease. And when she saw Katsuki's father striding through the halls, with his squared-glasses and gentle smile, she couldn't help but sigh in relief. This is the first time she's ever seen his father.
"Welcome to our home," he greeted warmly, adjusting the rim of his glasses. "I'm Masaru, and I believe you've already met Mitsuki. It's very nice to meet you, especially after everything Katsuki's told us. Honestly, we're both shocked that someone like him would ever have a girlfriend..."
"The hell was that, shitty dad?!"
"-But either way," he smiled, "I think I speak for both of us when I say that we're very grateful for you. You've always seemed like a very nice girl, from what Mitsuki has said, and we apologize for his bad behavior. We're are just so thrilled you even decided to date him after all that mess he put you through, and we're so happy that Katsuki has someone there for him, especially someone he has admire and really cared about."
''DAMMIT WILL YOU TWO SHUT IT ALREADY?!'' Katsuki had a little vein throbbing on his temple, close to his breaking point. Kirishima stepped away from him.
Yuna felt her cheeks flush, the two were looking at her with a twinkle in their eyes, as if she were some kind of idol. Katsuki muttered something about how annoying they were both being, but didn't bother to chide them. He might've actually been a bit happy to see how they were ooing and aweing over her- maybe this was his way of showing her off- or his way of rubbing it in their face from them saying she was out of his league in the past.
"Leave her the fuck alone already," he finally growled to his parents.
"Oh. But we were just-"
"Being annoying, I know." Katsuki rolled his eyes, latching his hand across her wrist. He grunted back in Kirishima's direction. "Let's go, shitty-hair. And leave us alone, shitty parents. We've gotta study for our exams."
He'd already begun tugging her along before she even had a chance to protest, with Kirishima following dutifully behind.
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Kirishima let out a huff, drumming his pencil over his notebook. He knit his brows together, staring down the papers, and began scratching at the back of his head. And then...
"Uh, Baku-bro? Can you help me with this one too, please...?"
Katsuki scowled. "Are you fucking serious? I literally just explained how to tackle those kinds of problems. If you can't do easy shit like this, you'll never be able to pass this exam."
"Ugh..."
The redhead shamefully lowered his head, hoping to rack his brain as best he could. Yuna actually felt a bit sorry for him. He wasn't the strongest academic student, and although Katsuki was definitely smart, he had a demon-like style of teaching that left a lot to be desired.
Katsuki cocked his brow at her. "So? What about you, Yuna? I hope to God you understand this crap, I don't need two dumb-asses to teach."
"Dude," Kirishima whined. "You're so mean."
"Shut up and get back to work."
Yuna smiled apologetically in Kirishima's direction, but shook her head. "No, I'm good. I'll let you know if I need help with anything, okay?"
Katsuki nodded, drawing his attention back to his own papers. When she first met him, she would've never taken him for the studious type, more so a delinquent, really, but she figured out how far off the mark she was. He was at the top of the class in terms of grades; better than hers, even. Even his absurdly early bedtime was part of his strong sense of discipline and just went to show how serious he was about becoming a hero.
Yuna's eyes flickered up from her page, and she found herself smiling. He has a foul mouth, but he's very driven, and I can respect that.
For a while, the scribbling of pencils across paper was the only sound filling the room, then, Kirishima stood up from the desk and let out a weary sigh.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he mumbled drowsily. "Maybe I'll go for a walk or something around the house to clear my head, too."
Katsuki half-snickered, mouthing "loser" in the redhead's direction. Kirishima brushed him off easily enough, closing the door behind her and leaving the two of them alone.
"Finally, the third wheel's gone."
Yuna blinked in surprise, flushing when she noticed the smirk on Katsuki's lips. She realized he was teasing her, but the suggestive tone made her heart beat quicken.
"That's not a nice thing to say about your boyfriend," she joked, hoping to alleviate the tension.
Katsuki frowned for a moment, but surprisingly, decided not to rise to the bait. She was shocked. Yuna expected him to bite her head off for that comment.
"I need to tell you something," Katsuki said, shifting closer beside her. "But if you laugh," he warned, "I swear I'll kick your ass."
Yuna eyed him warily. "Um, okay...? What is it?"
Katsuki heaved a sigh. He was outright fiddling with his fingers, as if he was some kind of maiden in love. Yuna wondered if this was some kind of practical joke, and he was going to pull a jump-scare on her and make her crap her pants.
He still wasn't saying anything, and she tilted her head to get a closer look. He looked up at her from underneath long lashes, with those deep, crimson eyes. His cheeks were flushed.
"...Thanks for coming today," he mumbled. "My parents... they might be annoying as fuck, but they've been wanting to see you for a long time. I know you were nervous about seeing them again and all that shit, and to be fair they were being clingy as hell, but thanks anyways. Hope it wasn't too weird for you, being introduced as my 'girlfriend' and all that."
Yuna blinked. He was... thanking her? Just for being here and seeing his parents?
"W-What?" he gruffed out, eyeing her dazed expression. "The fuck did I say wrong? Stop looking at me like you're constipated."
"No, you didn't say anything wrong at all. I'm just... surprised. I didn't know this was such a big deal to you."
Katsuki scowled, and hurried to look away. The apples of his cheeks were burning now, it was clear he'd reached the threshold of how much embarrassment he was able to tolerate. Not that it mattered. Yuna knew that he was so much kinder than he let on. He was considerate of her, wanted her to be happy, he'd even stopped his parents earlier when he noticed she was uncomfortable.
Yuna pressed her lips together, tightening her knuckles. "Katsuki-"
"Shut up for a second."
Her eyes widened, feeling a strong hand grip her by the back of her head. Yuna saw Katsuki's face, cheeks redder than ever before, his eyes squeezed shut as he crashed his lips against her own. The heat began to bubble up in her chest, like a firework bursting between her rib cage.
Of course, she was fully aware of what was happening, but her mind could barely keep up. From up close, she could smell how thick his musk was; a scent like fresh pine, laden with spices and too intoxicating for words. Had he always smelled this good before? Or was her mind just playing tricks on her?
"K-Katsuki," she mumbled out, her entire body feeling feverish.
He broke away from the kiss just long enough to give her time to speak, but then he'd plunged back in again, growling from the back of his throat. Yuna hadn't even realized that her hand had begun to tremor by her side, Katsuki placed his palm over-top and gave it a tight squeeze.
The heat of his breath was caressing her skin, and made shivers dance down her spine. The kiss was gentle, and soft, but she could tell that he wasn't very experienced, every now and then, Katsuki's nose would bump against her own, and he let out a grunt of frustration as he tried to re-position himself.
It was clumsy, admittedly, but it still made her heart squeeze just the same. With a wispy breath, he tore his lips away, revealing that his entire face was splotched with crimson. It might've been funny on any other occasion, but she knew that she was just as red, if not more.
"T-There," Katsuki breathed out, mustering every ounce of willpower that he had to not avert his gaze. "You kissed me back during the Sports Festival, so now we're even, alright?"
"...Alright."
Yuna debated on whether or not she should correct him, since her kiss had only been on the cheek, but she decided against it. After all, this was their first and she wasn't complaining.