Ch.4
This was probably the most irritated he'd been in a long time. Who the fuck did she think she was?
Katsuki wipes the sweat from his brow and glares up at Ami's smug face. He'd been trying for over three hours to break her hold and today he hadn't had any more success than he'd been having for the past two months of them training together.
"Oh come on, Bakugo. I toned it down."
He grimaces, "Shut the fuck up."
Ami rolls her eyes, maintaining the steady flow of smoke from her hand. "You don't have to be a dick about it. I'm being helpful."
Even though she'd decreased the output of her quirk it was still hard to fight something that was in your own head. She'd said she had 5 levels of output, and while the first 2 were fairly easy to push aside and had only taken roughly a week and a half each, the 3rd level was proving to be a challenge. He was having trouble differentiating her reality from genuine reality, and just when he thought he had it he'd lose it. Levels 1 and 2 had been the equivalents of mild annoyances, being auditory and visual illusions, but currently he was trying to point out which version of her that he was seeing was actually her. The one standing in front of him now probably wasn't really her, because of course she wouldn't make it easy for him.
She'd hit him with her level 5 the first time she'd shown her quirk to their class, and if he couldn't beat that then he couldn't call himself the next #1. Not confidently at least.
"You said you'd figure it out in 5 seconds about... an hour ago." The -maybe- duplicate of her sitting beside him continues, looking at an imaginary watch on her wrist.
He snorts and points at the duplicate across the gym, sitting against the wall, "You're mixing realities and didn't give me a heads up. Now knock it off."
Ami grins, and just like that the copies of her that were standing in front of and sitting beside him are gone. Looks like he'd guessed right. "What gave it away?" She asks.
"You're a little more solid."
She scrunches up her nose and stands up, cutting off her quirk's flow. Her quirk reminded him of how Midnight's had been in how she emitted it, since it came from her skin too. "I don't really know what that means but I'll take your word for it."
Katsuki stands up and looks at the windows high above their heads where the last few rays of sunshine struggle to shine through. "It's getting late, we should head back." He crosses the room to pick up his duffle bag from where it sits by hers on the floor. "Tomorrow we're moving straight to level 4."
Ami laughs once, "You could barely beat 3, so you're definitely not ready for 4."
He spins around, feeling the rage well up. "Don't tell me what I'm not ready for, Shortstack. I wasn't asking."
Her eyes narrow.
Oh great, here it comes.
"First of all, I'll tell you whatever the hell I want to tell you." She crosses the room to snatch her bag up from the floor next to him. "You took the three fucking hours to get to and break through level 3. So I damn sure know what you are and aren't ready for."
He groans and rubs a hand down his face. She'd ended up being an absolute demon when she got mad, which happened to be about five times a day when it came to him. She didn't take shit though, he'd give her that much. "Fine," He pushes the doors open and heads out. "We'll go at your slow ass pace then."
Ami sighs in frustration, "At least my pace is thorough. You're always in a fucking rush." She shifts her bag on her shoulder. "When we get here tomorrow you better work with me."
The walk back to the dorm is quiet, and once they get there Ami heads to the showers while Katsuki sits on the couch in the common room. "I fucking swear she has it out for me." He mutters.
Kirishima raises an eyebrow at him, looking away from his phone screen, "Training hard today?"
"Tch, hardly. She just fucks with me and gets mad when I don't want to follow her lame ass 'schedule'."
"I wouldn't mind her fucking with me," Kaminari snorts softly. "Wasn't it your idea anyway?"
Katsuki grimaces, "Shut it, Sparky." Even if it was, he'd only done all this shit to get stronger. "After I figure out how to push through her quirk, she can go start shit with someone else."
"You're getting what you wanted, man. Don't complain about it now." Kirishima had been a lot more "no nonsense" than usual for a while now, and honestly it was starting to get on his nerves.
"Yeah, whatever." He stands up and heads to the boys' bathroom. "I'm going to shower then I'm going to my damn room. I don't want to talk about it anymore."
But even in the showers alone, he still can't take his mind off of their training session today. Unfortunately this was his new normal, because whenever he was alone with his thoughts was when his mind started to wander. It was like peace wasn't something he could fucking have no matter where he was.
"Stupid fucking brain." He closes his eyes and lifts his face to the steady stream of water. His head had been a damn mess for too long and he hated it. This was his damn problem.
Her.
Instead of just helping train him, she found every damn way possible to make shit harder. She played her little stupid mind games and always had some new idea on how to fuck with him. In the beginning she'd managed to knock him on his ass in a fight with no quirks, pulling slick shit everytime he had her. Turns out she knew some fancy type of fighting, which was one of her many surprises and he hated it.
And yet...
He leans against the shower wall and watches the water swirl down the drain.
And yet she still fucks me up.
His mind wanders back to the stupid fucking outfit she kept wearing to train in. He knew that it was because her quirk was emitted from her skin, so the more skin she showed the more potent her quirk was, but fuck. She found the shortest, most form fitting shorts ever and paired it with a sports bra she practically fucking spilled out of. Like a dumbass, he'd choked on his words the first time he'd seen her in them, so he'd been doing his damned hardest to ignore it since.
If she wasn't such a fucking smartass then maybe-
Katsuki groans and wipes the water from his eyes, snatching his soap off of the shower shelf. Stupid. He couldn't afford to entertain anything that had to do with her that wasn't training and class. Even in class she did her best to one-up him, her test scores topping his every single damn time. She was a bitch sometimes, but she was fucking smart. And that only pissed him off more.
He didn't know if he liked being around her or if he couldn't stand her.
Katsuki turns the water's heat up and suds up, running his hands down his chest and stomach. "I need to sleep it off. That's what it is." He sighs.
Once he's back in his room, he lays down on his bed and pulls out his phone to scroll through his social media. While he never really had any interest in keeping up with the shit his friends posted, Kirishima had convinced him it was a good idea and walked him through setting up his own account. While he never posted anything he did use it to keep up with hero news.
And recently, had been fighting the urge to look up Ami's page, which tonight he finally -and miserably- failed.
"Ami Fujiwara." He mumbles as he types. She's the first one at the top of the list of names that appears, so swallowing his pride, he taps on her name.
She was already mutuals with their whole class and some other kids from Class 3-B. Her profile picture is... cute. It's a picture of her and Mina at the fair from two months ago, posing with their plushies. Ami holds the one he won close to her face with a big smile.
He groans internally as he taps the picture, scrolling back through the others as he gives in to his curiosity.
She wears her Seiai uniform in some of her pictures, posing next to friends in some and alone in others. Her uniform there fit her like a glove, that much he couldn't ignore no matter how much he tried. He scrolls past pictures of her on the beach next with what looks like her family. Her purple eyes sparkle even through the screen and he feels an uncomfortable twisting in his gut in response.
She looked so happy. The only time he saw her smile like that was when they'd all gone to the fair. Since then she'd been mostly sarcastic or snarky. Especially towards him.
Katsuki takes a breath as his eyes scan down the picture of her smiling in the beach in the same frilly white swimsuit she'd worn to the UA pool the first time she'd hung out with the girls. He couldn't stop looking at her that day either, even though he wouldn't own up to it when he got called out.
Honestly, it had irritated the hell out of him. Who the fuck did she think she was? Walking into their fucking class like that and giving him hell from that day forward? Watching him all the time too, and getting him accused of staring when it was her who started it every single time. With her stupid freckled cheeks, and those dumb, sparkly violet eyes, and her loud fucking mouth with those soft ass looking lips... He couldn't stand her.
He groans and rolls over on his back, irritated at the tightness in the front of his sweats. This had been one of his newest issues, if not the worst of them all. The first time it had happened was after their first time training, when he'd gotten in the shower thinking about her and had to sneak back up to his room with his bag infront of his dick to hide how painfully fucking hard he was. He told himself it was just because she was skilled with her quirk and could fight better than he expected. It was a... power boner, or something. It wasn't the last time it happened either, but he fucking refused to give in to it. He wouldn't let her have more power over him.
Sharp knocks on his door send his heart plummeting down to his stomach, startling him out of bed.
Katsuki looks down at the erection straining against his pants and quickly snatches a t-shirt out of his drawer as more urgent knocks sound. "Hold the fuck on!" He hisses, pulling it over his head and adjusting himself before crossing over to the door.
Ami stands on the other side glaring at him when he opens it and he swallows hard, steeling himself. He angles his body behind the door, violently aware of how his phone is still laying open on his bed with the picture of her pulled up on it. That's the last thing she needs to see.
"Shortstack? What do you-"
"Why is it that every single time I hear about you talking about me it's because you're talking shit?"
"What?" He's taken aback. Talking shit?
"If you're so tired of me 'starting shit' with you then why don't you just call training together off?"
Oh.
Katsuki grits his teeth and grips the door tightly. "Did you really come up here to fucking yell at me over that?"
She pushes against the door, glaring up at him. "Yeah, because you're talking about me behind my back after I agreed to help you." She says. "How goddamn ungrateful can you be?"
He takes a step forward, returning her glare. "I'm not dealing with your shit tonight, Fujiwara. I don't know who ran their mouth but it wasn't like I was out there slandering you or something. It's not a big secret that I don't like the way you're pacing things, I told you that much to your face."
Ami narrows her eyes and he can already feel her anger bubbling up from just that small reaction. "Fine. Be that way. But when I throw you across the fucking gym tomorrow I don't want to hear any complaints."
He takes a small, shaky breath when the threat makes his dick twitch. Get your shit together. "Bring it on."
Katsuki washes his face in the shower, feeling exhausted. He doesn't even remember falling asleep but his body sure as hell didn't feel rested. Since it was a Saturday that meant starting training early instead of starting after class, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to go back to bed.
Surprisingly, the boys' bathroom is empty this morning, except for a heavy amount of steam in the air. Usually at least Todoroki or Izuku would be up, but... he doesn't actually remember if he even passed them on the way here. Even getting here was kind of foggy. He didn't remember seeing or talking to anyone.
"It's probably the fucking sleep deprivation." He grabs his loofah and rubs soap into it. "Maybe I should just text her and call training off. That's what she fucking wanted anyway."
Wet footsteps behind him are his only warning before soft hands slide around his chest from behind. "But if you call it off, you won't get any stronger. And, you won't get to see me."
Katsuki's heart leaps into his throat and he spins around, dropping his loofah before looking down and locking eyes with... Ami? He looks away sharply.
She's fucking naked.
"Why the fuck are you in here?" He snaps, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks against his will.
Her soft hands travel down his chest again, making him stiffen as she steps even closer. "You're not gonna go back to bed, are you?" She asks, ignoring his question.
He hesitantly looks down at her, squinting. This wasn't right. She wasn't supposed to be in here... something was off.
Ami presses a light kiss to the center of his chest, successfully emptying his brain. "I'd be really upset if you did." She continues between a trail of kisses that only starts to travel lower. "I really like spending time with you."
Katsuki's frozen, watching the small girl get down on her knees in front of him. "What are you doing?" His voice makes him flinch internally. He sounded sodamn small. "Y-... You need to- ugh!"
Her hands wrap around his dick, eyes never leaving his. "You're so hard," Her voice is almost awed, making him throb almost painfully. "Is this what I do to you?"
His retort lodges in his throat when she starts to move her hands, the friction turning the words into a soft moan instead.
Fuck.
"You can fuck me if you want," She murmurs, placing more kisses against the tip of his dick. "There's no denying that you've thought about it, so I know you want to."
Katsuki's head falls back against the wall, "Damn it Shortstack..." His head was foggy, he couldn't think. This was all wrong...
But fuck did it feel right.
"Please?" The tone of her voice sends shivers up his spine. "I want you to."
He looks down at her, watching her hands slip up and down as she jacks him off. Water droplets make wet trails down her breasts and glisten on her lips as she waits for his answer.
His resolve breaks.
Fine. "Then fucking get up here." He growls, reaching down to grab her by the throat. He carefully pulls her up to her feet and pushes her back against the wall.
She pulls him down into a kiss, her arms going around his neck so he can pull her up by her ass. Her legs wrap around his waist and she angles her hips, laying her head back against the wall so she can meet his eyes. "Fuck me," She whimpers. "I want you in me."
Katsuki shudders and positions himself, rubbing against her slick entrance. "I can't fucking wait." He grunts, pushing his hips up. "I-"
Suddenly, the violent beeping of an alarm clock startles him. Infront of his eyes, Ami's visage begins to waver.
...Wait.
Katsuki jerks upright in bed, chest heaving. It takes him a moment to realize he's in his room, starring at the bookshelf in front of his bed. He looks over at his alarm clock blaring on his desk, the source of the sound that... woke him up.
10:30. It was half an hour before he had to meet Ami at the training ground.
He lays his face in his hand, groaning. "Fuck, it was a dream." He looks down at the front of his boxers, grimacing at the wet stain of precum that's spread across the front where his erection fights against the fabric. Yeah, just a fucking dream.
After she had left last night, he'd forced himself to go to bed and ignore the annoying urge to get himself off. She'd been pissed, but the way she spoke to him had... kinda turned him on.
Looks like this is the damn result.
Katsuki climbs out of bed and takes off his boxers carefully, taking a deep breath whenever he accidentally touches himself. His dream kept flashing through his head, to make it worse, and it wouldn't leave no matter how hard he tried to distract himself.
"You can fuck me if you want... There's no denying that you've thought about it, so I know you want to."
Stupid fucking dream.
Katsuki slams his palms down on his desk and growls under his breath before shaking his head. This was the last thing he needed, some stupid ass subconscious lust hiding under his annoyance he normally felt when he was around her. He snatches up his t-shirt and sweats from the night prior and throws them on, grabbing his bag of clean clothes from the floor on the way to the door before stomping his way out of the room. He heads down to the bottom floor, intent on taking a shower.
A fucking ice cold one. I don't need this shit.
When he walks through the common area, Izuku and Iida are sitting on the couch eating breakfast.
"Oi, Ami come through here yet?" He asks, a small part of him hoping she had so he didn't run into her before he was ready. He still had to sort through some leftover weirdness and didn't need seeing her to make that harder.
"Good Morning, Kacchan!" Izuku chirps, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, she left a couple of minutes ago actually."
Katsuki nods in acknowledgement before holding up a hand in greeting to Iida as he continues on his way to the showers.
Well fucking thanks for that at least.
The cold shower seems to be just what he needed, because when he gets to the training ground he feels more normal. More awake. He pushes open the door and pauses, watching Ami stretch on the floor where he normally waits.
"Surprised I beat you here this time?" She asks from the floor, coming up out of a transversal split. She'd started doing yoga as a way of warming up a week prior and every day it was something new.
And something he now was going to have a big problem with handling.
Katsuki takes a deep, stabilizing breath. "Izuku told me you had left before me so hardly." He drops his bag to the floor, watching hesitantly as she stretches into a back bend. "You ready?"
Ami snorts and kicks her feet up over her head, rolling out of the position as quickly as she'd fallen into it. She plops down on the ground and raises an eyebrow at him. "You gonna bitch the whole time about my," She holds up two fingers on each hand, quoting him. "'Slow ass pace'?"
He crosses his arms, "Whatever. Let's just get this over with."
Her lips pucker and she stands up, visibly annoyed, "Fine, let's." She holds up her hand, palm out. Her quirk activates, but the usually quick moving smoke now shoots out violently.
Before he can react, it hits him, pushing him back about a foot before he braces himself. Looks like she changed her mind about level 4.
"Level 1 was solely auditory," She says, walking closer. "While level 2 was solely visual. Level 3 was a mix of both, but level 4 is physical."
Katsuki's joints lock up and he hits the floor on his knees against his will. He strains against the hold, trying to fire off his quirk to shoot himself out of her quirk's range, but he's already caught. "Why the hell-"
"Can't you move?" Ami stops in front of him, giving him a small smile before answering. "You were mentally gone the first time this happened, but the physical part of my quirk is basically puppeteering. Breathe the smoke in and it 'hijacks' your senses."
Katsuki vaguely recalls her telling them something similar on her first day. He grimaces, glaring up at her as her small smile grows into a grin. "Having fun?" he snaps.
She was toying with him, trying to prove her words from the day prior as correct. Level 4 was different from 3 in an immensely different way than he had expected. He shouldn't have been surprised, underestimating her frequently in the past had more than once led him to failure.
Ami shrugs, "That's beside the point. What you really need to be focused on is breaking this hold." She tries to smother her amusement but fails, meeting his eyes. "You look absolutely pissed, so I know you want to."
Katsuki's eyes widen slightly at her words.
"You can fuck me if you want... There's no denying that you've thought about it, so I know you want to."
He looks away to break eye contact, but even that's a struggle. The hold on him is stronger than he expected, but he can't bring himself to admit it.
Ami exhales through her nose and crouches down, barely a foot from his face. "I thought this was what you wanted. Level 4 without the 'slow ass pace'."
He doesn't respond, instead gritting his teeth as he works against her grip silently. He didn't trust himself to speak at the moment, worried that the weak way he'd sounded in his dream would come out of his mouth if he did. He'd rather die.
"No seriously Bakugo, break it. After talking all that shit yesterday about how you didn't need me telling you what you're not ready for, I want you to."
"Fuck me... I want you to."
Katsuki feels a violent shiver shoot down his spine and send goosebumps up his arms. "Just... shut up." he snaps, straining. He couldn't fucking think straight.
Ami sighs and suddenly retracts her quirk, sending him falling forward onto his palms. "It's no fun if you don't really fight back." She huffs. "What's up with you today?"
He presses his lips together.
She tries to move into his line of view but he directs it at the floor. "Bakugo?" Her tone is firm now. "What the fuck is it?"
He knew he needed to say something before she blew it out of proportion. He clears his throat and gives her a quick glace. "Nothing. I'm fine." he mumbles.
She sighs, frustrated. "Well you're acting weird. Did the guys say something to you this morning?"
After a second he shakes his head, "No, I'm fine." He pushes himself to his feet. "Let's just... go back to 3." He can feel her confusion without even looking at her, but when she doesn't speak he starts to get irritated. Turning to look at her face, scowling, he does his best to not meet her eyes for too long. "Oi! Did you hear me?"
Ami leans in and looks up at his face scrutinizingly. "Yeah I fucking heard you. I was also just checking on you, not grilling you or anything."
"I know."
She sighs, "Well fine, be that way. You've got some shit to figure out and I guess that's your own problem. Just don't do it on my time."
Katsuki scoffs softly under his breath and watches her turn around to head back to her previous spot. Yeah, I have a lot of shit to figure out.
And man was it one big fucking problem.