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The billions of twinkling stars in the night sky were undoubtedly a breathtaking sight. You smile up at them, loving the feeling of the midnight April winds sliding along your body and ruffling through your messy hair.
You and your childhood friend turned boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki, had just finished setting up your tent and getting the campfire going. When you had suggested coming up to your favourite camp spot to celebrate Katsuki’s birthday, you were surprised when he quickly agreed, almost too enthusiastically for someone like Katsuki.
You were clad in only a tank top and shorts, not needing to bundle up during these warm summer nights.
“Oi shit head, you done staring off into space yet?” Katsuki calls, throwing the last of the kindling into the campfire.
You chuckle, turning to him and beckoning him to join you, “Just come enjoy the night sky for a few seconds Katsuki” He begrudgingly complies, coming to stand behind your smaller frame, wrapping his arms around your front and resting his chin on your head.
After a few peaceful moments of leaning back into his warmth, he mutters into your ear, “It looks like a bunch of shitty pebbles; can we eat now?”
You pout, nodding as he grabs your wrist and leads you toward the makeshift log bench in front of the campfire.
As he prepares you both plates of his favourite curry mix, you ogle the way the muscles of his arms and shoulders bunch and tense in his black tank top. Katsuki hands you your plate and plops down beside you on the wooden log, hungrily digging in to his meal. You both eat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, listening to the sounds of nighttime wildlife and your campfire crackling and popping.
You turn to Katsuki, placing your emptied plate down while staring at him expectantly. Katsuki grunts, finishing off the last of his meal while watching you back.
“What’re you staring at idiot?”
“The birthday boy, obviously” Katsuki squints at you, disapproving of his given title.
You snuggle up beside him, wrapping your arms around his waist, elated to finally be completely alone with your boyfriend. Katsuki wraps both of his arms around you, leaning into you to press his face onto the top of your head, getting a whiff of the spice scented shampoo you wore just for him.
“Mmm I love you” you sigh into his chest, fisting the worn cotton of his top into your hands.
Katsuki’s shoulders tense as his arms go rigid around your frame, and you realize what you had just uttered to your boyfriend, a phrase you weren’t sure someone like himself was ready to hear.
You push him away from you, heart pounding in your chest, the thought raceing through your mind that you had just ruined his night because of your stupid slip up.
Groaning, you shove your face in your hands, muttering apologies and begging him to just forget what you had said.
“Y/n!” Katsuki snaps, trying to get your attention back on him.
Peaking through your fingers, you glance up at Katsuki, surprised when you aren’t met with an angry face, but a flush spread across his cheeks. His forehead is crinkled and his lips are twisted downwards in a pout, an annoyed but not angry Katsuki face.
“Look Katsuki, I’m sorry-”
“Don’t apologize about it, shit head!” He hisses, his intense ruby gaze fixated on your own.
Katsuki’s warm hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head, gripping it and pulling you foreword, your lips clashing messily with his own.
You make a high pitched noise in the back of your throat, instinctively tangling your fingers in his ash blonde hair, groaning into the kiss. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss as his tongue slides along your own.
As you come back to your senses, you pull away from his mouth. A string of saliva still connecting the two of you.
Your boyfriend grunts agitatedly, moving forward to pull you back into another kiss.
“Katsuki wait! Why are we kissing?”
Katsuki smirks his toothy lopsided grin, the spitting image of naive overconfidence.
“Cause you love me babe”
He wraps an arm around your waist, maneuvering your body over his to sit on his lap. Katsuki presses his palms over your cheeks. His handsome face is still flushed, his furrowed brow an obvious attempt at hiding his embarrassment.
“And it’s my fuckin’ birthday, obviously” He mutters, leaning forward to capture your lips in an uncharacteristically gentle kiss.