Katsuki Bakugo ♡
♡ Late night walk with Katsuki ♡
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The cold hit like a damn ambush the second the restaurant door swung shut behind him.
Katsuki Bakugo clicked his tongue, shoving both hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket as snowflakes drifted down in lazy spirals.
Tch. Stupid weather,he muttered, breath fogging in front of his face. The streets were lined with yellow streetlights, their glow reflecting off fresh snow and turning the sidewalks into something almost peaceful. Almost. His stomach was warm, at least. He’d eaten too much—some greasy tonkatsu place that had looked crowded enough to be worth trying. It was decent. Not amazing. Definitely not worth the line.
Idiots hyping up average food,he grumbled, kicking a pile of snow off the curb. The city was quieter than usual, muffled under winter’s blanket. Footsteps crunched behind him—yours. Steady, careful, trying not to slip. Bakugo glanced over his shoulder, sharp red eyes narrowing the second he noticed you lagging behind.
Oi,he barked.
Quit dragging ass.You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already stomping back toward you, irritation written all over his face.
If you eat that slow and walk that slow, pick a struggle,he snapped, grabbing your wrist before you could stumble on a patch of ice. His palm was warm despite the freezing air. Then, after a beat, he yanked you closer to his side and kept walking.
Don’t get the wrong idea,he said immediately, scowling harder when you looked up at him.
If you bust your face open out here, I’m the one who has to deal with it.Snow gathered in the ash-blond strands of his hair, and he cursed under his breath again, but he didn’t let go.