Smile | B.Katsuki

•• Chapter 51 ••

(This song goes from 0-100 quicker than my 'I'm fine' went to '...fuck')

This chapter is so shit help me
May also contain some adult content

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"Hey..."

He talked to me. Of course, he would. God fucking damnit. Get yourself together Y/n, Katsuki isn't those morons from court. I just need to breathe. He was leaning on his palms with his arms behind him. His back slightly arched. His legs apart with his knees up high. He isn't wearing boxers. Fuck. He isn't wearing any. NOT THE TIME FOR THAT!!

I gripped my hair tightly turning away from him. Shit. I'm blushing. I'm fucking blushing, aren't I? FUCK THOSE BLOOD VESSELS IN MY FUCKING FACE!
"What the fuck are you doing?", I turned around to face him; my body turning as one. The grey pieces of clothing his mum gave to me, clung to my body. Shit. I'm sweating. His eyes seemed to focus on my face for a moment before crunching up in- I don't know. I don't know what that look was.

Hold up.

Those burning eyes seemed bitter. His face faltered. Once leaning upwards, his face fell. His eyes slowly looking inbetween his legs. The duvet cover under his hands curled and coiled under his growing grip. I don't know what to do. What should I do? Am I suppose to know? I am. I'm the smart kid. I should know but I don't. I stepped forward. One hand wrapping around the sweatshirt around my chest. My left hand reached for him. I have to help him. I stepped forward again.

I was stood by his bed. I'm so close to him yet so far. He wants me here, right? He wants me in his room. He wants me in house. He wants me in his class, his school. He wants me in his life. He wants me, right? He has to.

"K-Katsuki? Can I sit down?" Do I actually sound like that? So weak. I never sounded like that before expect when he... I don't remember. Are people suppose to have this affect on you? Shit.

He looked up at me. Katsuki, you look so lost. Just let me help you like you helped me. Can't you just cry into me like I did to you? I need to say this. Say it. Say it Y/n!
"...sure" Wait. He grabbed me. His hands were so warm, sizzling. It's his quirk. He's heating up. With a sudden thrust backwards of his arm, my body was scattered across his. This is different. I don't want to be this close to him when he's like this. He's just using me as a distraction.

The arm still in his hold was pulled to his side. My legs squared inbetween his. My chest rubbing against his. My nose against his. My breath seemingly hot against his own. Our mouths hanging trying to catch our breaths even though we barely moved. We were so close that I just wanted to smother him and make him mine but I couldn't.
"Why did you kiss me Y/n?", Why? I never thought he would question it, he liked it enough. I hope this doesn't have something to do with Toto and that mouth of his.

"Because I wanted to... mum told me when I was little that kissing was sharing ones breath since you're unable to breath so in a way you're sharing each other's life... only for a moment... I just wanted to feel that with someone and I chose you...", What the actual fuck did I just say? I've never told anyone that not even Nino or Toto. Everyone thinks it's weird.

"You sure?"
"sure abou-!" The hand keeping us up must've let go, we fell backwards. I'm actually going to kill him. His back collided into the firmness of his mattress, bouncing slightly. Like his back to his bed, my body crashed into his. My puberty-forgotten chest squash against his limp body. If I had boob  implants, it would be like paintball but with fake tits instead. Weird simile. Fuck. Shit. I can't breath. It felt as if the oxygen had been knocked out of me. He didn't move neither did I. His hand still tightly wrapped around my wrist where as, the other seemed to slip around my waist.