Bakugo Katsuki

The first thing Kiira felt was a sharp pain at the back of her head, the same one that she felt when she... Passed out. When she tried to reach up to rub her face, Kiira found that her hands were taped together, making her eyes snap open at the revelation. A sound of surprise was muffled by the gag in her mouth, panic setting in. As Kiira jerked in shock, struggling against the tape, she rolled off the couch she was laid on, grunting at the impact.

Katsuki, who was just cooking something in the kitchen, heard the thump from the living room of the small apartment he borrowed from his parents - to 'learn to be independent'. His blonde head whipped around, the spiky-haired man's scarlet zeroing in on his darling on the floor. "Hey..." As he stuffed his hands in the compartments of his baggy jeans, letting the soup cook on its own for a little while, his slippered feet made their way to where she fell, squatting down. The aspiring hero clicked his tongue, "Tch, damn idiot... Be careful." With care that Kiira had no clue he even possessed, Katsuki placed his calloused hand on her cheek, pinching it lightly. A scowl was still ever-present on his face, but there was a certain adoring glint in his narrowed eyes that seemed almost uncanny from the tank-top clad boy.

Honestly, he had no idea why he was even doing this. Katsuki knew it was morally wrong, that he should let Kiira go and play it off as him finding her or something, - he was a few weeks away from becoming a Pro Hero, after all - but... Another part of him; no, his entire being wanted this. Everything about her was just so... Beautiful. It made him feel so fluttery, the mere thought of keeping you, all to himself...