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PLLSSS MY HEART CANT TAKE ITT FGECHRGYDGU

> summary: stuck at a New Year’s eve party with no one to celebrate midnight with, you escape trying to find some fresh air. instead, you find an old friend offering a very nice ride on his motorbike.

> word count: 2,090 || [WINTER MASTERLIST]

> warnings/genre: mentions of alcohol || swearing || old love || fluff

Believing the promise of a chilly, casual night surrounded by friends and a few wine coolers was completely your fault. Somehow you ignored the blatant fact that Denki Kaminari is not a “casual” person, let alone someone who enjoys wine coolers. His charming words and even more charming smile had you hypnotized in a matter of moments when he bombarded into your dorm room only earlier today.

The man was a player, knowing exactly what he was doing when he gave you that cheeky wink and suggestion of the plethora of “super sexy” people that would be dying to meet you.

Yet as you sway with the buzzed and sweaty crowd, the sudden realization hits you that you didn’t want to be here. Time felt warped. This New Year’s Eve isn’t what you wanted or needed. The urge to escape gnawed at your stomach, an uneasiness settling over you. Stumbling through the sea of people, you lulled towards the large, glowing red neon sign that beckoned you closer and closer. It was like your feet moved on their own accord, carrying your numbed mind and tired body.

Shoving the door open, a biting cold wind hit your face and it felt like a breath of fresh air. Slumping against the wall, you rested your head against the rough bricks, closing your eyes for a moment. Now that time had slowed down — your breathing under control — feeling in your fingertips returned as you calmed down.

The icy weather that enveloped your skin was reassuring. It was significantly more comforting than the people that had surrounded you only minutes earlier.

“Oi!”

You recognized the voice before you even saw the face, the aggressive but endearing tone made your eyes snap up to Katsuki Bakugou. His spiky hair was ruffled, most likely from the red helmet that hung lazily in his hand. A black leather jacket hugged his frame, outlining the acute definitions of his arms. He must’ve started working out more, you observe pleasantly.

His eyes narrowed down on you, quizzical of your current appearance. “You look fucking awful.” he blatantly points out. You can only scoff, “That’s the first thing you say to me after not seeing each other for what? Three years?”

Katsuki grunts, squatting down to your level, the hazy purple lights that illuminated the sidewalk shone on his face, highlighting his prominent cheekbones and blood-red eyes. A strange silence settles over the two of you as he takes in your face; high school felt so long ago and you looked so different. Or maybe you were the same and he just forgot how your eyes always managed to captivate him.

After college started, the two of you had gone your separate ways. There was never any romance between you and Katsuki but there was something similar that constantly lingered.

From the cuddle movies sessions when he’d sneak into your house, sometimes he’d purposely brush his hand over yours when reaching for something just to make you blush, or the times he’d drag you out of your hermit hut (better known as your bedroom) to go stargazing in a field with him. But no intense infatuation. Of course.

“What’re you doing here anyway?”

You’re trying to make yourself not sound too curious, as if you haven’t thought about him at least once a day for the past several years. It was strange to just be around him, a comforting presence that you had not felt in ages, and Katsuki could say the same, your soft voice and smile carried a wave of calmness over him. It’s why he was always around you during those more youthful years of his teenage life - you were his rock. But he was beginning to pick up on the fact that you needed him to be your rock for tonight.

“Came into town to see mom,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “She was starting to get, y’know like she does, so I had to get out for a bit. Fresh air, I guess.”

So you weren’t the only one suffocating it seemed.

“And what about you, doll?” he asks, the old nickname slapping you in the face. You hadn’t heard the little pet name in years, and it shocked you to hear it spill from his tongue so casually. Whether it was out of surprise or the slight hazed state you were in from the drinks earlier that night, you giggled uncontrollably. Hiding your face in your hands, you couldn’t stop the laughter that tumbled out of your mouth.

The blonde man broke into a grin at the familiar sound, shaking his head in disbelief. Reaching across, he flicked your exposed knee to catch your attention, excited to ask the suggestion that had been bouncing around in his mind since the second he saw you. Jerking his thumb to his sleek ride, he proposed, “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

Having your arms wrapped around the extremely toned torso of a handsome man, cars and street lights whizzing past the both of you while the previously mentioned, highly attractive man, sped down the asphalt road, was not anything you’d ever dream of doing for New Year’s Eve. And yet here you were, the cold winter air shoving you closer to Katsuki’s body.

With his full helmet on -- which he was eternally grateful for -- you could not see the dark pink blush that spread across his cheeks. He forgot what it felt like to have you so close to him, and he was embarrassed to admit that he missed it.

As he drove down the street, he thought about how he hadn’t dated anyone. More specifically, after the two of you went your own ways. He loved that you’d received the chance to pursue your dream degree at a local college, but a bitter goodbye followed having earned an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop that happened to be hundreds of thousands of miles away from you. And if he was being brutally honest, he became trapped in this numbed state from the moment he left his hometown.

Sure, he had new friends and a decent job, yet something was always missing. He ended up just going through the daily motions of his minuscule life, with no one to go eat junk food with at 3 in the morning. No one to hold him after getting a fuming phone call from his parents, shaming him for his life choices. No one to dance with in the kitchen and eating tubs of ice cream together. And it pained the blonde man that you weren’t his.

Katsuki knew he always needed you -- as insane as it sounded, you were his sun. Keeping him steady in an incomprehensible universe, your gravity only pulling him deeper into you. But he’d been tossed out of orbit these past few years.

His hands gripped the rough handles, swerving left into an empty parking lot with alarming speed. He secretly hoped you’d recognize the place he’d chosen for tonight. Swiftly moving into a spot, he tossed his helmet off, quick movements so he could help you. After hooking his helmet, he went to unbuckle yours, knowing that you’d end up pinching yourself if you tried. Even with your own full-face helmet on, his face was awfully close to yours, fumbling with the plastic buckle. Hearing the satisfying click, he slides it carefully off your face, trying to not mess up your hair (even though the helmet had already done some damage).

His red eyes searched your face, taking in your little quirks and pieces of you that he'd never forgotten. He missed the way your eyes shined in the moonlight, and the little scrunch in your eyebrows when you were focusing intently on something.

“So,” you pat his head. “Why’d you bring me here?” You recognized the daffodils and lilies that flourished among the illuminated park grounds, bringing back old memories of dog sitting and late-night walks. It was the place the two of you would go to rant, laugh, cry about anything and everything. Like a safe haven only you shared.

He holds out his hand without a word, looking at you expectantly. You take his calloused offer without any hesitation, steadying yourself as you hop onto the concrete. He drops your hand once your feet touch the ground and you have the urge to reach out, hold it in yours again, but you wave the thought away before it could marinate in your mind.

The park isn’t as empty as you thought, a few families and couples scattered throughout the field, watching the fireworks on old blankets. The children danced in the flashing light, chasing one another as their parents laughed. You always found the explosives elegant yet powerful; captivating everyone that they could reach. Several went off nearby, a shower of purples, reds, and pinks. You weren’t aware, but Katsuki was watching while your face lit up with the fireworks. But his eyes darted away before your gaze could meet his, “That bench looks kinda comfy.” Your terribly worded suggestion makes him chuckle, following your lead to the rickety, wooden seat.

Sliding onto the bench, he wraps his arm around you like a reflex, keeping it there and wanting to scream when you rest your head on his shoulder. You could blame it on the drinks, but in all honesty, you just wanted to be near him. Clearly, the two of you needed one another, but those words remained unspoken -- using small actions instead.

“I’m happy you came,” you mumble. “I don’t think I realized how much I missed you until I saw you.”

Katsuki’s heart began to pound harder as he sucked in a deep breath. His free hand toyed with your hair, the other picking at a callous, trying to think of the right thing to say.

“I’ve missed you. Since the moment I left.”

“Then why did you never come back?”

The question sits heavy on his shoulders, not expecting you to become so philosophical. He’s grateful for the fact that he can’t see your face, otherwise he might break. A shaky sigh escapes him, “I was scared.” You don’t say anything, knowing there’s more to say.

“I was scared. Scared of my parents. Scared I was forgotten. I was scared I’d see you again,” he admits, running a hand through his hair. “If I came back any sooner, I don’t think I would’ve left. Seeing you- I didn’t think I could handle loving you again.”

He looks down at his lap, embarrassed from vocalizing the truth. Words dance on the edge of your tongue, but they evaporate as the countdown begins. Families, couples, everyone began the 10-second drop to the end of the year.

Ten.

You were still in love. It had never left.

Nine.

He’d always want you. Need you.

Eight.

“I don’t think I ever stopped, Katsuki.”

Seven.

Why were his hands shaking so much? Why was he so scared of failure? He didn’t want to hurt you again.

Six.

“I don’t think I ever will stop, doll.” he pauses. “Can I ask you something?”

Five.

Fuck sweaty palms. You secretly hoped his heart was racing as violently as yours.

Four.

“Not if it’s about my helmet hair.” Did you really just make a joke in this situation? Holy shit it’s like middle school crushes all over again.

Three.

His hand was cupping your face, a wry smile painted his face. Your eyes were latched onto his. Both of you could see your breath, like fog clashing into each other.

Two.

“Kiss me.”

One.

Fireworks. That’s what kissing Katsuki Bakugou felt like. Tiny explosions that’d make your heart jump. Unexpected and heated. You wanted to keep those fireworks.

He pulled away, eyes flitting from your own gaze to your swollen lips. The statement falls out of your mouth, “That wasn’t a question.” His deep laugh makes your face warm, his arm tightening around you as he leans in again. Noses barely grazing each other, “Happy New Year's doll.”

Katsuki didn’t know what this meant for the both of you. But he knew that you felt right. With you in his arms. And deep down, he understood that the two of you would always be connected. Tied together by your hammering hearts.

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