"Seriously. Your clothes are soaked, and is that sand? I thought you were working with damn Deku in the fields today?"
"I…took a detour on the way back?," Senji frowned. She was struggling to open the popsicle wrapper, and the sudden rude comments were testing her patience.
"Need help?," Bakugo asked, genuinely offering, but Senji still took offense.
"No," she pouted.
"Mkay."
Bakugo shifted behind her again, and his wild hair tickled somewhat as it brushed her pointed ear. His lips brushed her shoulder as he spoke, and his hands started to wander.
"Should go get changed," he whispered just before planting a warm kiss on her neck.
"Eh?"
Senji's hands ripped the wrapper apart in an instant. She was too distracted by something else to celebrate her achievement though. Bakugo kissed her again, on her freckled shoulder. His breath was deep and hard, and so hot. His hands traveled upward, trailing along the edges of her top, around to the sides of her breasts. Fingertips slipped underneath the thin, damp cloth, and pulled it away from the skin. Senji's breath caught in her throat, she was choking back a gasp when his fingers edged closer and closer to the most sensitive part of her breasts. He pressed against her back, subconsciously rubbing against her hind end with something that was feeling very intense and hard right now.
"Katsuki," Senji whimpered his name, to protest, but it only spurred him on. He let slip a small moan between his excruciatingly gentle kisses, and sank his fingers into her soft flesh.
"I'm back! Yaomomo, what's-Hmmmm?," Mina announced her return to the office loudly, startling the two just out of view in the kitchenette. Senji, in her panic, rammed the popsicle into Bakugo's mouth. He was just about to say something when they were interrupted, but instead was given an icy shock.
"Dude! At least wait til everyone's cleared out," Senji hissed. He could see a hint of red on her ears as she spun around to leave, and caught a glimpse of her goofy crooked smile as she stomped out and up the stairs to get changed.
"Tch. Damn raccoon-eyes," he grumbled to himself. Mina heard him, and shouted something back at him as he walked passed. He scooped up a random magazine and headed for the rooftop for some solitude.
"Hey, those were mine!," Hagakure shouted up the stairs at him.
"Hah?!," he shouted back, silencing any other complaints from below. He pushed the rusted door open, wincing as it squealed on its hinges. Kicking it shut, he moved toward one of the chairs on the small rooftop garden. He stopped just short of it, catching sight of a familiar tuft of curly green hair below.
"Mr. Deku!"
A little boy, with a big sun hat and a freckled face, ran up to the boy. They had a heartfelt conversation below, about heroes and worrying family members. Bakugo recognized the boy's voice from the night before, and felt another wave of anger at the ploy of the two children. He leaned against the wall, interested in the conversation below even if the two having it were major sources of irritating feelings.
The child had wandered off again, and some old lady was talking to Deku about their sob story. Bakugo scoffed, losing interest fast.
"So what if they're by themselves," he growled, stepping forward to sit down finally. The popsicle slid off the stick at just that moment, landing with a sticky plop on the concrete below.
"Really?! I get it!"
He yelled out, tossing the now empty stick aside and plopping down angrily. He flipped through the magazine, completely uninterested in whatever fashionista nonsense was inside. That is, until he landed on a photo spread featuring a new lineup of swimwear. One featuring a very new model, and someone he knew well. His face burned red as he studied the photographs, and the various styles worn by the girl. She had a different orientation of her scales for each one, as well. Wings for a frilly, open-back two piece. Tail and fins for a sporty one piece. Horns and claws for the swim trunks and short-sleeved hoodie. The hoodie was unzipped, of course, and a tight band ran across her chest to keep her breasts from being exposed completely.
"Shit."
He spat the word out, slamming the magazine onto the table and drowning in the memory of how those breasts felt earlier. Damp, cool to the touch from the freezer. Gritty with stray sand, but soft. So, so soft.
…
"Hyechu!"
Senji sneezed loudly, feeling slightly chilled as she hit the final step into the main office area. She had showered, and a small towel hung loosely off her wet hair that curled and clung to her face.
"Did you catch a cold?," Yaoyorozu asked from beside the phone.
"Nah. Just got a chill," Senji waved her off and padded over to the kitchenette again. She pulled out another popsicle, trying desperately not to think about what happened last time she grabbed one. She moved to the side room, switching the light off and pulling the sliding door halfway closed. After her snack, she eyed the neat stack of her notebooks and laptop on the table. Her phone rested beside the pile along with a usb cord attached to the laptop.
"Oh, right."
She recalled some pictures she had taken during her nightly wanderings, or early morning patrols. There were some really beautiful shots, like the semicircular wall of waterfalls. And some others of the tunnels and ruins on the much smaller nearby island. She opened up the laptop, to move the photos over to a master file she was compiling. It had a map, with notes on the different areas, and she attached photos to each one to go with her notes. It was more of a hobby, but after the training camp incident she made it a habit any time she traveled to a new location. Her notes then had proven extremely helpful to the heroes and EMTs that had shown up in the aftermath.
She stared at the bar showing the transfer process, feeling her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Like little sandbags were attached to them and she was fighting to keep them open. She let out a yawn, feeling maybe a little too comfortable under the ceiling fan's gentle breeze and with the dimmed lighting. She rested her forehead on the edge of the table, further lulled by the cool surface.
"Just a minute or two," she murmured while letting her eyes close. She had every intention of merely resting her eyes, but her body had other designs and she drifted off to sleep once more.