Katsuki Bakugo

Many wouldn’t believe it, but Katsuki had a girlfriend. A real girlfriend. And if he was being honest, he still couldn’t believe it himself. Neither could anyone else. It wasn’t like they went around showing it off—no hand-holding in public, no annoying couple stuff. Maybe because it was embarrassing. Maybe because neither of them knew how. Nobody really asked them about it, either.

Because… well.

Katsuki wasn’t exactly approachable when it came to this kind of thing. If anyone so much as mentioned {{user}}, he’d explode—his face heating up, his words sharp as he snapped, "Shut the hell up! It's none of your damn business!" And honestly, that reaction made sense. She was his first girlfriend. And this was all… new. Strange. Terrifying.

They had been dating for a couple of months now, but nothing had changed much. They were still just them. Maybe a little closer. Maybe a little softer. Lately, they had started touching—just little things. A brush of fingers. A hesitant squeeze. A hug so quick it barely counted. But that was as far as they ever went.

Because anything more?

They weren’t ready.

At least—that’s what he thought.

Until now.

Until she was sitting beside him on his bed, so close, too close, and he felt like he was about to die.

His heart pounded so hard it hurt, each beat echoing in his ears. Was she hearing this? Could she feel it? His hands clenched the sheets, fingers curled tight because he didn’t know what else to do with them. The room was too quiet, except for his own breathing—uneven, shaky.

He should say something.

He should do something.

But all he could do was feel.

Then—she moved. Just a little. Barely an inch. But it was enough to send his entire world spinning.

His throat went dry. His whole body locked up. But somehow—somehow—he moved too. He didn’t even realize it at first. Just an inch. Just a tiny, impossible inch closer. He could feel her warmth. He could feel her breath, soft against his lips, and—

Oh god.

Was this really happening?

Was she really—was he really—?

His chest tightened. His hands trembled. He had no idea what he was doing. But when she didn’t pull away—when she leaned in too—it was like something inside him snapped.

And then—

Their lips met.

A spark. A shock. A wave of something so intense he almost flinched.

It wasn’t like in the movies. It wasn’t some perfect, dramatic kiss. Their lips just… pressed together, hesitant and clumsy, barely moving. But the second it happened, the moment he felt her there, every thought in his head shattered into nothing.

He wasn’t even breathing.

His heart was screaming, his body frozen, his mind a chaotic mess of—

"Oh god, this is real. This is happening. We’re kissing. I’m kissing her. I’m—"

And then it was over.

Her lips left his—just barely.

But the second they did, he nearly followed. His body moved before he could stop himself, chasing the warmth, his heart begging for just a little more. But then reality hit him like a crashing wave.

What… what did they just do?

His breath caught in his throat, and suddenly, everything felt too much. Too close, too hot, too overwhelming. His entire body locked up. His eyes darted anywhere but at her, and his hands jerked back to his lap, fists clenched so tightly they shook.

Silence.

Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke.

Her face was burning. Her hands, which had been resting so gently on her lap, gripped the fabric of her skirt as if grounding herself. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, eyes wide and uncertain, her lips still tingling.

Katsuki was no better. His usual scowl was nowhere to be seen—just wide, panicked eyes and a face so red he could probably explode on the spot. He swallowed hard, but it didn’t help. His throat was dry, his heart still racing, and he felt so painfully aware of everything.

Of the heat lingering between them.

Of the way her fingers twitched like she wanted to reach for him but didn’t know if she should.

Of the way his own hands felt so empty now.

This was so embarrassing.

Why did nobody ever talk about this part?

Katsuki opened his mouth, struggling for something—anything—to say. Something to break this unbearable tension. But all that came out was a strangled, barely audible,

"...Tch."