Get You
Day 3 - Crush
And I'll take some time
Just to be thankful
That I had days full of you
- Get You (Daniel Cesar/Kali Uchis)
The two of them are resting in his apartment after a hard day's work in their respective agencies. Momo is seated on the couch, frowning over a mess of papers that her superiors want from her the following week. Dinner is almost ready; they're only waiting for the rice to cook. A TV set to the local news drones on and on in the background, completing the very domestic setting she shares with the unlikeliest of persons.D
His fingers play with the spikes of her eponymous ponytail, the roughened tips of them tickling the skin of her scalp and the back of her neck. It's an act both mundane and special to her, because ordinarily he would never allow himself to do anything without purpose, nor would he wish for anyone else to see but her. "You want to know something funny Ponytail?" he asks out of the blue, breaking the comfortable silence between them.
Curious, she looks up from her report. "What is it, Katsuki?"
Without any perceptible change in the serious glare of his red eyes, he says, "I got a crush on you for years now."
She pauses for a beat and asks, "You don't say?"
The dripping sarcasm in her voice, not 100% intended, makes him snort. "What, you don't believe me?"
Seeing his unrepentant mouth is set in that default smug smirk, reserved for teasing her, she scoffs. "Bakugou Katsuki, we have been publicly dating for two years now. It's a little late for a confession now, isn't it?"
Two years, three months, and four days to be precise. It isn't a relationship with an easy beginning-after all, they started by getting inebriated at a pro-heroes' gala together, got to know each other while avoiding media scrutiny, and wasted a lot of precious time trying to convince themselves that they didn't need each other that much … and failed, spectacularly.
It is so that one day, Katsuki decided to hold her hand in public. Momo, emboldened by this, decided to kiss him on the cheek. After which he decided further to grab her by the arms and ravage her mouth with his… in front of the stunned public, in the middle of a grocery store in Musutafu.
After the inevitable media explosion that followed, neither of them looked back ever since.
He chuckles lightly. "Two years huh? That ain't shit."
She gives him a too-interested gaze. "Are you saying you've been smitten with me for far longer than that?"
"Look at you, being smug as fuck," he says with a smirk. "Suddenly I don't feel like telling you shit."
Momo rolls her eyes in mock exasperation. "You're the one that brought it up. Am I not allowed to feel thrilled, knowing that I've caught your interest for much longer than…"
The blonde taps the tip of her nose lightly, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Quit it with the fancy words, Ponytail. All I'm sayin' is you've always been hot as hell and I've never thought otherwise."
She makes an offended sound when he looks at her face and laughs-maybe the combination of her being a cross-eyed, surprised, blushing mess does that. It takes some effort not to blubber in surprise. "A-always? Since when?"
He pauses thoughtfully. "Dunno? Fuck. All throughout high school? After you dissed me during our first training exercise? Maybe that time."
So, seven years ago? It's practically the first week that they met! Surely Katsuki is joking! Furthermore, how is she supposed to believe him when he claims that "... You started admiring me after I criticized your methods?"
He shrugs. "I didn't know shit about you then but you were just about ready to drag me to hell and I couldn't say anything back. That was a first for me. Also, you were the most powerful alpha bitch in the damn room. Kinda hard not to notice you after that."
She laughs at the ridiculousness of it. The reasoning, of course, is so very much like Katsuki. "I didn't mean to be harsh, I swear," Momo says in between giggles.
"I like harsh," Katsuki says with a grin. "If you had told me to go fuck myself, I woulda thought you were… like, a hundred times hotter."
"Your tastes are so strange, Katsuki," she says, playfully avoiding his glare. "Sometimes I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted that I happen to align with your preferences."
"Eh? What's so strange about havin' a crush on the hottest, smartest chick in UA?"
When she laughs and turns away from him and his silly words, he captures her chin in one hand and forces her to face him again. "You don't believe me at all, do you?"
"You get a kick out of embarrassing me, that's all there is to it," Momo says in between giggles.
That has to be it, right? If Katsuki really liked Momo in that way all of those years ago, shouldn't she have noticed? While it's true that they hardly spent any time together during the first portions of their time in UA, they gradually learned to tolerate each other's presence more frequently as time went on, in the form of band practice, hero training, and playing chess together in the common room. That's a lot of time pouring tea for him and watching him snarl his thanks politely.
Surely she isn't so dense as not to notice the attraction. Especially since she struggled with her own feelings for him during those years...
Her thoughts are cut off when he nuzzles his face into the side of her neck; his mouth presses small kisses onto the sensitive skin there, making her shudder. "Eh. I don't give a fuck if you don't believe me, since I got you all to myself now. Who would have thought I'd get you, huh?"
"Mm… I could ask the same thing, really," she says, voice degenerating into a breathy moan that goads him further into his ventures.
His hands, scorching in a way that's just right, sneak up and under her blouse. She giggles and gasps at the feeling, her own hands chasing after the trail he makes, setting on the back of his neck.
"All those years in high school just watching you do your thing... you are so hot when you look like that, you have no idea what you do to me-"
As much as she'd like to ruminate further on Katsuki's surprising confessions, it's hard to concentrate when his mouth persists on assaulting her warming skin. "And here you are distracting me! You are awful , Katsuki."
He crushes his lips onto hers, fingers working in her hair until the ponytail comes undone and the strands splay all over the cushions of the couch, when he pushes her back on them. A startled cry comes out of her, one that he swallows with gusto, causing his hands to grip the fabric of her shirt with urgency.
"Yeah? You ain't seen awful yet."
He proves just how awful he is when his burning hands and mouth find their way to her bare skin, promising her to show her without words exactly what it is that she does to him.
AN: This is late! Sorry ^_^'
I'd like to elaborate on their backstory one day. I wish my schedule and attention span would cooperate orz