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Katsuki leans his head back against the couch, letting his eyes close as he crosses his arms over his chest.
It's a squad movie night with their combined squads, and once again, they're at Shouto and Denki's place for it. He's settled in his usual spot against the arm of the couch next to Momo, Shouto, and Denki, respectively.
The movie is rolling, but they only just started it half an hour ago because someone, Shouto, decided that it was the night to propose to Denki. He's just glad it happened quicker than Eijirou's proposal did because if it had taken a whole half an hour for Shouto, this squad night would've been missing Katsuki for the first time in a year.
He would've walked his grumbly ass right over to his place.
Katsuki's so tired though, that he's not even really sure what movie is playing. He didn't pay attention when they were discussing the three movies they were planning to watch for the marathon night.
To be fair, he never does because he usually naps during the movies anyway before slipping out after everyone else passes out.
When he finally looks up, it's because a weight has settled on his shoulder, making him jolt in his seat. He immediately whips his head to the side to see Momo's dark hair.
…
Momo is laying on his shoulder.
That—
She never lays on his shoulder.
Ever.
Literally.
She always lays her head on Shouto because he'll press his hand to her skin. It's what eases her, and it's normal.
Katsuki looks around at everyone on the floor, after she just settles a bit more firmly against his side, and relief has him adjusting to make sure she's comfortable. Nobody is paying attention, not really, but then he glances over her head to find twin smirks pointing in his direction.
Shouto and Denki are cocky as hell, and if they weren't watching a movie right now he'd let them know. If Momo wasn't laying on his shoulder, he'd probably pop the both of them in the head. But, instead, he settles with flipping them off while they silently chuckle in response.
They know how he feels, Denki knew first, but it didn't take long for Shouto's mind to catch up. He confronted Katsuki in front of Denki, and that's the only reason the other blonde didn't get exploded for spilling the beans.
He loses time as he lays his head back again, only this time, he doesn't fall asleep because he's too busy staring at those dark strands as her forehead just barely brushes against his neck.
It takes the movie ending for him to finally get the courage to adjust the way he wants. He moves his arm, initially planning to wrap around her shoulder, but she adjusts so his arm wraps around her waist instead. She guides his hand to rest on her thigh, and her back rests against his side as the next movie gets started.
He leans his head against hers when she tilts her head back, and lets his eyes fall closed again as the opening credits roll.
Exhaustion is hitting more heavily than it normally does during these movie nights, but he had a rough week of patrols and stake-outs. So, he just lets the sounds of the movie, and his idiots laughing and murmuring wash over him as he melts back into the couch and the weight of Momo against his side.
When the couch shifts, his eyes pop open, fingers clenching just slightly in surprise, but he finds it's just Shouto and Denki adjusting themselves.
"You okay?" murmurs Momo softly, making Katsuki realize that he's gripping her thigh tightly, and he forces his fingers to relax as he hums instead of responding. "Sorry, they're going to get blankets. I'm freezing tonight."
"Are you getting sick again, Princess?" asks Katsuki as he looks at her, arching a brow because she was just sick last month after a running herself ragged chasing a villain that was playing hide and seek with her.
"I don't think so," replies Momo as her nose scrunches up. "I got hit with a quirk two days ago that had me constantly freezing though, so maybe I'm just still coming off that? It only cleared up last night."
"Wait, why didn't you tell me that when I saw you yesterday? We had tea and everything, Momo," says Katsuki as his brows furrow harshly because he'd noticed she was a bit off yesterday but figured it was because she got benched.
He didn't realize why she was benched.
"It was just a cold quirk," replies Momo with a shrug as she turns towards him, letting her legs swing over his as she scoots close. "It was just about being cold constantly. I was able to combat it pretty easily with my heater and my blankets, plus I doubled up on my clothes. I wasn't cold when we had tea."
"Eventually I will get it through your head that we don't have to have tea if you're dealing with quirk shit, Princess," sighs Katsuki as he wraps his arm around her back while his hand rests on her calf gently. He heats up his hands slowly, just enough for it to warm her without fully setting his quirk off. "You need to have Ames check you out in the morning to see if you're coming down with a cold."
"I already scheduled a meet with her on Monday since I'm still on desk duty," replies Momo as she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face against his skin.
"I'm on desk duty on Monday too, so I can join, if you want," murmurs Katsuki as he rubs his hands gently over her skin as Denki and Shouto settle on the couch again.
Momo throws an arm back to grab the blanket, and he quickly helps her settle it over them before returning his hands to her skin to help add to the warmth.
"I'd really appreciate it," replies Momo softly as she nuzzles as close as she can get.
They go quiet easily as the movie is started up again, and he glares when Shouto and Denki make faces at him yet again while Momo seems to be settling in and getting close to straight up dozing off on him.
"If you're gonna go to sleep, don't fight it, Momo," murmurs Katsuki as he nuzzles her head gently.
"Thanks, Suki," whispers Momo as she settles more firmly against him, and Katsuki feels like he's gonna die when her words have her lips brushing over his neck sweetly.
Katsuki doesn't even remember falling asleep, but he knows he did when he wakes up to a brightness that has him groaning. He even attempts to shift himself, but ends up frozen solid at the weight over him instead.
His eyes shoot open as he cranes his neck to figure out what the weight is only to see Momo's head, their blanket covering so much that it's practically hiding her face from view.
"Momo?" breathes Katsuki as his brows furrow, but then her fingers twitch against the back of his head before curling tight around blonde strands until he has to bite his tongue to keep from groaning. "Damn, Princess."
She's laid out on top of him, her hands cool against him, her breath brushing against his neck gently, sweetly, and then she's yawning softly.
Momo's head lifts, her eyes blinking blearily, and suddenly soft lips press against Katsuki's before she pulls away and whispers, "Morning Suki."
Then her head plops back into place, warmth and all.
He's frozen, slow blinks, hesitation, confusion, he—
Momo just kissed him.
On the lips.
She just— and he— What the fuck?
His head twitches like it's going to shake before freezing as she presses her head against his chin before going stock still on top of him.
Her knees are on either side of his hips somehow.
She's— Frozen.
"Princess," Katsuki clears his throat on the name, trying to catch his breath even though he was just breathing fine. "Did you just kiss me?"
Okay, maybe he hasn't been breathing right since Momo laid her head on his shoulder last night.
Can anyone blame him?
Katsuki would like to see someone fuckin' try.
"I— uh— Yeah, Katsuki, I did," Momo lifts her head to look at him, clearly feeling sheepish as her hands slide until they can support her lifting up entirely, like she's going to move. "Sorry, I— I thought I was still dreaming, but that's not an excuse. I can't believe I did that. I am so sorry."
Momo's starting to wiggle, just enough to make Katsuki bite his tongue as his hands find her hips firmly to hold her still.
"Princess, take a breath. No one is mad at you," says Katsuki seriously as he looks up at her, watching her freeze again, stopping to look at him with wide eyes as pink dances across her skin. "I'm more surprised than anything… But also, you dream about kissing me? or just fuckin' kissing people?"
Momo's head ducks down harshly, probably in an attempt to hide the pink that seems to be pouring harsher over her skin.
"You," she whispers the word like it's her best kept secret, and maybe it is because Katsuki feels like he's just a goddamn life altering moment from just hearing it. "It's always you, always has been, and probably always will be honestly. How could it not be?"
Katsuki might actually have a heart attack.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry," Momo starts apologizing like it's a sport, and Katsuki doesn't know what to do. "God, what is wrong with me? I'm sorry.
Until his mind says fuck it.
His hands lift to cup her face gently before he lightly guides her down, not that it's hard as she continues to apologize. Then he gently, so fucking gently like she's glass, presses his lips to hers in the most gentle kiss he can muster just to shut her up.
But then he gets a bit lost as she presses forward, one hand sliding to play with his hair, tugging gently as she nips at his bottom lip. He hums with it as his hands slide to her thighs, squeezing tightly enough that he's certain, hopeful, his fingerprints will be left behind for a few days.
But he also pulls away first, and Momo whines high in her throat about it. But her eyes don't open yet as she licks her lips, and Katsuki can't help but bite his bottom lip in return.
"Been dreaming of doing that since UA, Princess," murmurs Katsuki as his hand slides up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing gently over her lower lip. "Let me say this before I fuckin' explode. I love you, Momo Yaoyorozu."
Momo presses a kiss to the thumb that brushes over her lips again, then she looks at him as she says, "I love you too, Katsuki Bakugou. More than I'll probably ever be able to explain."
Katsuki leans in to kiss her again, their lips parting she tips her head forward. It's a slick slide, soft, sucking, but so sweet that her heart is in her throat.
In the best way.
She loves him back.
She loves him.
He tugs at her bottom lip with his teeth and inhales sharply when she whimpers. But, when he slowly licks into her mouth, trying to savor this kiss, her taste, she whimpers. He's going to lose his fucking mind.
"Momo," groans Katsuki softly as she pulls away, feeling himself start to ache for more than he should. "Should we head over to my apartment? Alarms are going to start going off soon, and I don't know about you. But I could use some more fuckin' sleep."
"As long as I'm in your arms, Suki, I'd love to," replies Momo as she nudges their noses together sweetly.
"Let's go then, Princess. I'm gonna hold you all fuckin' day until you're sick of me," says Katsuki with a grin as he slowly sits up, forcing her to adjust until she's sitting in his lap. "Should I carry you across the hall?"
"I can walk, Suki," replies Momo with a soft giggle as she shakes her head.
But Katsuki just smirks as his hands grip her thighs while he stands up, adjusting his grip as she hides her face in his neck, stifling her shriek.
"Come on, Momo, let's get some more sleep," says Katsuki with a chuckle as he walks over to the door, only letting her down long enough for her to slip into her shoes before picking her back up again.
They're quick to head across the hall as the first alarm sounds loudly through the apartment.
"Suki, I can walk," huffs Momo with a slight pout as she pulls back to look at him once he closes the door to his apartment.
"But you don't have to," replies Katsuki with a wink as he carefully tugs her shoes off her feet after kicking off his own.
She giggles the whole way back to his room, even gasping in surprise when he drops her on the bed.
"Rude!" says Momo with laughter in her voice as she scoots up the bed to lay down. "Come on, Suki, what are you waiting for?"
"I'm not waiting, Princess," replies Katsuki as he stands there, watching her, eyes trailing. "I'm just enjoying the view. Never thought I'd have the chance to see you in my bed like this. It's pretty damn gorgeous, Momo."
"Why don't you come make it even better by holding me?" Momo arches her brow as she poses the question softly.
Katsuki's head dips forward as a soft laugh escapes him before he does exactly that.
Climbing onto the other side of the bed and tugging her into his arms, grinning when she makes him the big spoon. Sleep curls around them gently not even a few minutes later as he tucks his face into her neck, her fingers intertwined with his against her chest.
And while they sleep, peacefully, legs intertwining the longer sleep holds them, their phones buzz loudly with their friends asking questions and being confused.