"Dude-!" Kaminari huffs, placing a hand on his hip. "-no way in hell-!" He throws his hands up, looking around the nearly empty gym.
"We have to." Kirishima retorts.
"No way-!" Kaminari shakes his head. "-we are not ruining all this hard work by inviting a bunch of buzzkills!"
"Class B is not a bunch of-"
"They kinda are." Sato grunts, lifting the weights in his hands.
"Thank you!" Kaminari gestured to Sato. "This is like the most work I have ever done for anything in my entire life, and I do not want to watch it go up in smoke the second Class B steps into the gym."
"We can't invite everyone else except them."
"Why not?" Kaminari turns, sweat soaking through his shirt. "Bakugo help me out here!"
Katsuki cranes his neck at the rowdy blond.
"If we're not going to invite people who will ruin the party-" Katsuki returns to spotting Kirishima. "-then you can't come."
"Hey-!" Kaminari points as the collection of men laugh.
"He has a point!" Ojiro agrees.
"Whose side are you on?" Kaminari whines.
"The side that will get us the drunkest!" Sero laughs wrapping an arm around Ojiro.
"Fine-!" Kaminari throws his head back. "-invite the spazzes but when they ruin everything we have done, I warn you now, I will be waiting with the biggest I told you so on this planet!"
"Yeah-Yeah-" Sero waved off the dramatic blond. "-who is gonna tell them?"
"Don't look at me!" Kaminari answered while hopping on a nearby treadmill.
The young heroes continued their workout until their muscles ached and their stomachs grumbled with hunger before deciding to call it quits for the day and return home.
"I am starving!" Sero stretches and they all pile through the door. "I think we should have dinner soon!"
"Mina said she is on her way back-" Kirishima turns, "-she and Jiro have pizza for us!"
"Alright-" Kaminari laughs, "-they might be my favorite people in the whole world."
"Anyone who has food is your favorite person." Sero points out as the group moves past the kitchen and living room towards the bathrooms to shower.
"Yeah-" Kaminari agrees, "-it's called priorities!"
Katsuki closes the door, about to follow the group when the movement in the kitchen catches his eye, and baked goods catch his nose. The person's back faces him as they fumble with the item on the counter.
Katsuki smirks, his heart fluttering spotting the familiar braid running through your hair, he has come to enjoy the hairstyle, it made pulling it more convenient for him.
Katsuki walked up behind you, hands trailing across your torso as he dips his head down, lightly nibbling the exposed skin on your neck.
"Trying to burn the dorms down again?" Katsuki hummed, recalling the last time you were in this kitchen you and Mina were able to set fire to the pasta dish you tried to cook for everyone. Ever since then you and she had been banished from cooking without Katsuki.
"Only if you promise to be there to save me, hero."
Katsuki's eyes snap open, quickly ripping himself away from the body his stomach soured as Sevda turned, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she gazed up at the explosive hero.
"Wh-What the hell!?" Katsuki growled; eyebrows pinched.
"Everything ok?" Sevda wondered with an innocent tilt of her head, much like you do when confused.
"What are you doing here!?" Katsuki bit, looking around for you so he could explain himself. Just then the door opened, and Mina and Jiro entered with large pizza boxes stacked high.
"We are back!" Jiro called. "We brought food!"
"What's-" Mina furrowed her brows, taking in the red-faced Katsuki and you—wait; "-Sevda?" Mina couldn't rip her wide eyes away from her as she placed the pizza boxes down on the island.
"Yeah?" Sevda sweetly responds, the sugar-coated response caused Katsuki to feel sickened.
"What uh, your um...you look different." Mina places a hand on her hip.
"Thank you."
"What made you uh-" Jiro's mouth hangs open, "-made you want to get that done?"
"I just thought it was time for a change." Sevda replies, "I just broke up with my boyfriend and I read how a little change is good for you."
"Yeah but-" Jiro points, "-that looks just like...why did you get that hairstyle and color in particular?"
"Oh nothing-" Sevda waves, "-I just told the lovely hairdresser to do whatever she wanted, I didn't have a preference."
"You didn't..." Jiro frowns the confusion clear as daylight on her face. "...give any guidance in this choice?"
"Nope." Sevda grins, eyes flickering over to Katsuki before returning to the counter. Mina and Katsuki just stared at one another, both knowing the hairstyle was the spinning image of yours. "I think it turned out ok, don't you think?"
"Uh..." Jiro's mouth remains hanging open. "...I mean yeah..."
"Do I still...look like a Mome Rath?" Sevda quietly asks, refusing to turn to look at them.
"Oh-" Jiro sighs, her heart twisting. "-don't listen to anything that moron says! Kaminari is a moron, have you even looked at his hair!?"
"Hm." Sevda hums, "What do you think Bakugo?"
"Tch." Katsuki's annoyed expression plastered itself over his face, turning on his heel he walked away in search of you.
"What are you doing?" Mina wonders, stepping on her tippy toes to peek over Sevda's shoulder.
"(y/n) and I are baking." Sevda points to the trays of cookies she had been taking off the baking sheet.
"What?" Mina looks up from opening the pizza box. "Why?"
Baking all the goodies for the party was something she and you were supposed to do together. Mina planned on blasting music and drinking wine while trying not to burn the kitchen down for a second time.
"Yeah, I offered-" Sevda explains how she ended up in their kitchen, again. "-my parents own a bakery, I grew up making all the desserts you guys had picked out. I offered my help to (y/n) who seemed to be thrilled about it."
"That's so nice of you-" Jiro glances at the unhappy Mina. "-to offer to help, thank you Sevda."
"Of course." Sevda nods, Jiro nudges Mina with her elbow.
"Yeah-" Mina glares at Jiro. "-so nice."
"We waited for you." Sevda continued speaking; Mina was sure this was the most she had ever heard her talk in one setting.
"Why didn't you continue to wait?" Mina crossed her arms. "Or try to call me?"
"We couldn't find (y/n)'s phone." Sevda answers pulling the steaming cookie sheet from the oven. "I was hoping you might know where it could be."
"(y/n) lost her phone-?" Jiro repeated, "-shocker." She smirks, knowing it was your biggest habit, every other day you were searching out your phone.
Katsuki barges into his room, almost taking the door off the hinges he scans the area until his eyes land on you. You held his blanket, having been searching for your phone you looked at your boyfriend with a confused face.
"What are-?" You went to question, but Katsuki marched over, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other captured the side of your face he kissed you hard pushing you against the wall.
Instantly you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pressed your chest against his. His kiss felt desperate as his tongue slid into your mouth, you moaned feeling his hand slip under your shirt, sending shivers through your body as his hand cupped your breast. You tightened your thighs feeling the pressure between your legs grow.
"(y/n)-" Sevda walked into the room, "-will you come help me with the cookies, I am having trouble-"
"Why don't you ever knock!?" Katsuki snapped, pulling his hand from under your shirt but earned a tight glare from you.
"Yeah-" You nod, "-I'll be right down."
Sevda looks from you and then to Katsuki before exiting the room.
"What is your problem?" You turn to Katsuki.
"My problem?" He looks down at you, "Your new friend is always fucking around!"
"She is not-"
"She is!" Katsuki exclaims, "When was the last time we had time to fool around?"
"I don't know-"
"Two fucking weeks!" Katsuki reminded you, "Because every time we slip away, she finds us!"
"She is going through a hard time right now-"
"So, she needs to crawl her way up your ass-!?" Katsuki throws his hands up, turning his head he stops moving spotting the bag lazily thrown on the floor beside the bed. Katsuki sharply turns to you. "-she is not spending the night here."
"Katsuki-"
"Fuck no!" He charges, feeling protective, hands finding your shoulders. "You sleep with me!"
"And I will-" You press your hand against his chest. "-I always do. I figured we would all pass out in the living room after watching a movie."
"Tch." The explosive blond wasn't pleased.
"Then maybe..." You smirk, fingers brushing over his bare-toned forearms sending shivers through him. "...we could maybe sneak off once everyone is asleep."
"Yeah?" Katsuki devilishly smirked, hands sliding down to your hips, "Why do we gotta sneak off?"
"Because I refuse to be anywhere near that grape tart without proper clothing."
"You know I'll kill him if he tries anything."
"I know." You smile looking up at him, Katsuki leans down placing a light kiss on your lips, and his heart swells looking into your eyes.
"I love you." Katsuki breathes, cupping the side of your face.
"I love you too." A large smile covers your face as you lean into his touch. "Hey-" The thought popped into your head. "-have you seen my favorite hoodie?"
"You mean my hoodie?"
"No, I meant mine." You smirked. "I can't find it anywhere."
"I haven't seen it." Katsuki pulls you into a tight embrace. "But I'll look for it tomorrow so you can have it for after the party, ok?"
"Thank you." You snuggle your face into his chest for a moment longer. "We should go help everyone with the baking."
"Or-" Katsuki grins, "-we could stay here and work up a sweat."
"But then there won't be any more pizza left-" You replied, feeling your stomach growl.
"I'll cook you a real dinner." Katsuki responds. "Something way better than any takeout."
"Oh yeah-?" You smile, "-like what?"
"You have to wait and find out." Katsuki chuckles as he dips his head to your neck, biting the tender skin, knowing it was your weakness as his hand dips under your shirt. His rough calloused hand slides over your warm skin shivers flood your senses as you felt him cup your left breast.
"(y/n)?" Sevda's voice caused you to jump in Katsuki's grasp. "Are you ok? You said you would be right now but—oh-" Sevda's breath hitched getting a glimpse of Katsuki removing his hand from your shirt, an annoyed look was hidden under his neutral expression as he laced his fingers through yours.
"We're coming." Katsuki grunted, pulling you with him walking past the biggest cock block he has ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Mina was right, the night was full of blaring music, and empty wine bottles laid on the floor discarded for tomorrow. As the alcohol began to take effect your class sat around in the living area joking around and telling stories from the past.
Sevda sat beside you, tightly holding her first glass of warm wine.
"(y/n)-!" Momo drunkenly waves, trying to get your attention.
"Hey-!" Mina slurs her words, "-I was telling a story!"
"N-No you weren't-!" Momo hiccups, "You forgot halfway what you were um—uh-"
"You forgot what you were saying-!" Mina laughs leaning against Kirishima.
As the night ended, and the music was exchanged for a movie Sevda settled on the floor have been given a sleeping bag and pillow by Katsuki. He lay on the couch, arm behind his head as you were tucked in between his legs, head resting against his chest already dozing off from the three bottles of wine.
Sevda peeked over her sleeping bag; light snoring quickly filled the room. Her eyes glazed over Katsuki's toned forearms; his face hidden by his arm she blushed turning on her side, propping her head up on her arm as she surveyed your sleeping face.
You had her dream life.
Your class was always the talk of the school, you had friends who adored you. Your boyfriend was the most popular guy in U.A. and he would take a bullet for you. Your father is the famous All Might, and your stepbrother was the ever-sweet Midoriya.
You were already such a popular hero. Sevda saw just how close you and the rest of Class C3-A were tonight and that caused dark bubbles of jealousy to fizz deep inside her stomach.
Sevda knew at that moment...she wanted to be just like you.