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Alrighty, we’re back for update 2 of this #KCHKWK25 thread!

Today’s prompt is: ✨awkward situations✨

Heads up, we’re getting mildly spicy here, so once again, minors begone. 🤺 I’ll be watching.

Everyone else, enjoy!

Start of the thread is here:
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~TBC~ 🫡

If she wanted to find out for herself, Ochako would have to come to him.

And until then, Katsuki would be waiting.

With a final squeeze on her hips, Katsuki dropped his hands from Ochako and shoved them into his pockets.

He shrugged, “I’ll leave that for you to figure out and write, Cheeks.”

Leaving Ochako standing there astounded and confused, Katsuki strode out of the bedroom.

“Down until where?” By this point, Ochako’s neck had unknowingly tilted, allowing the faintest graze from the tip of Katsuki’s nose.

Katsuki leaned back with a smirk – her drunken-like stupor was obliterated within a blink as he stood suddenly from the chair, pulling her up too.

Katsuki drew closer to Ochako’s nape, relishing the wafts of strawberry and cream.

The smooth pane of skin was within tasting distance.

Temptation like this had never hit so hard.

His words danced along her neck, “I think about kissing down the neck, going lower and lower.”

“N-Noted…”

A thumb began to rub feather-touch circles against Ochako’s hip bone through her thin PJs.

“What’dya want the character to be thinking as he’s kissing her neck?”

“I don’t know,” Ochako whispered. “What do you think when you’re kissing someone’s neck?”

For the briefest seconds, Ochako’s eyes fluttered shut. “Mmm, really?”

“Yeah.” Katsuki nodded, praying Ochako couldn’t feel his pulse begin to race. “Always gotta acknowledge when a woman is making pretty noises cos’ of me.”

Ochako’s mouth pursed with uncertainty. “Something feels like it’s missing here, I just can’t figure what.”

“You need some dialogue to break up this scene.” Katsuki’s voice dropped, “If that were me, I would’ve told her she sounds good.”

He squeezed her hips in reassurance. “So start now.”

More muttering about being insufferable ensued.

But soon enough, Ochako took a breath and began:

“He leaned in, mouth gently pressed against her throat. The reverberations of her hums were delicious against his lips.”

“Read it.” Katsuki gritted out, adjusting himself, his hands firmly on her hips to stop any more unnecessary friction.

A tiny pout formed on her pink lips.

“You ashamed of your work?” Katsuki frowned.

“No,” The refute was instant. “Just never read my work out loud for anyone."

Ochako sighed, contemplating briefly.

“Are you serious?” She eventually asked.

“Never been more serious.”

“Fine.” She leaned forward, so she could point at the screen, unaware of the slight pressure caused between their bodies. “So in this part, I was thinking a–”

“Why don’t you read an extract for me?” Katsuki’s hands patted her legs lightly. “I can be your editor for a bit.”

“So you can make fun of me?” Ochako mumbled.

“Never.” Katsuki leaned in closer, his chest to her back, undeterred by her damp hair. “Lemme see what ya got, Cheeks.”

“I-I haven’t been avoiding you.”

“Liar,” Katsuki muttered, breath tickling the shell of Ochako’s ear. “Did my intel help you write something good?”

“You’re insufferable,” And yet, she didn’t deny it had.

Or get up.

In fact, she felt right at home on his lap, Katsuki thought.

“That was private,” Ochako hissed, cheeks flaming in utter mortification. “Who said you could read it?!”

“I came in here tryna find out why the hell you’ve been avoiding me.”

He leaned in from behind, “Instead, I find out this is what you get up to in your room."

“Ya know,” he began, “For someone with zero experience, you got a lot to say about kissing…and other things.”

In a heartbeat, Ochako lunged across the room, desperately trying to close the laptop.

Katsuki was quicker, circling her waist and bringing her down to sit on his lap.

“Himi…I gotta go,” Ochako whispered, dropping the phone onto her bed. In her other hand, the towel she’d be tousling through her wet hair moments ago was forgotten.

Nervous brown eyes flickered between Katsuki and the laptop behind him.

In any other circumstance, Katsuki would’ve felt shame.

But something more feral was impeding any functional use of his moral compass today.

He watched with amusement as the colour drained from Ochako's face; she was quickly piecing together what was happening.

“No Himi, you don’t understand. The 13ft eggplant was on steroids! It was chasing me in the dream, but it sounded exactly like Michael B J– Bakugo?!”

Katsuki slowly swivelled the chair, coming face to face with Ochako.

The momentary silence that followed stretched tortuously.

Yes, Katsuki had called Ochako out for snooping around his room…

And he’d be a huge hypocrite to do the same.

But the laptop screen was on, beckoning him to take a peek.

So he did.

Slowly sitting in her chair, Katsuki’s eyes scanned the open word document.

Notes aside, it was organised chaos — notebooks full of meaningless words fanned out across the floor.

A few clothes strewn over the top of her bed and desk chair.

Katsuki scanned the desk, Ochako’s bright pink laptop catching his eye.

If a milk carton was nearly finished, she’d leave a sticky note on it to say she’d pick some up.

Each time, she’d draw something ludicrous on the note too, like a fish with a chicken head or a snake sitting on a rose.

Over time, Katsuki looked forward to finding the notes.

Katsuki’s lips quirked at the sight of sticky notes with mundane reminders everywhere.

That was a habit she’d introduced into the household when she’d moved in.

As easy as it was to text in the groupchat, Ochako also liked leaving notes for Izuku and Katsuki to find.

Katsuki strode into the room, fascinated by the evident contrast of their rooms.

Dark. Bright.

Minimalist. Excessive.

Practical. Ornamental.

So Katsuki opened the door — only to see the room empty.

The right thing to do would’ve been to wait outside – perhaps Ochako had gone to fetch a snack or needed the bathroom.

But curiosity killed the Kat.

So he sought her out one evening, knowing she was home and tucked away in her room.

Or so Katsuki had thought.

Her bedroom door had been open just a crack, a slither of light emanating from her desk lamp.

But after knocking a few times, there’d been no answer.

However, this silly game of hide and seek was wearing Katsuki's patience thin.

If she wouldn’t gravitate to him, he'd simply go to her.

And if you asked why he was so insistent on interacting with her again, Katsuki wouldn’t have a good reason.

Other than he really wanted to.

Was Ochako so chaste that talking about kissing sent her into overdrive?

Katsuki had never encountered someone their age so awkward — which was saying a lot, since he knew Izuku.

Maybe someone else would be put off, but Katsuki was far from it.

In fact, Ochako was endearing.

But instead, she’d been trying her best to inconspicuously dodge Katsuki for the last week.

Any time he strolled into the kitchen? Ochako conveniently left.

Any house admin that she needed to raise? Handled in the groupchat.

And then she’d waltzed into his room, sitting down on his bed making it smell like her strawberry and cream body wash, asking about kisses.

If Ochako hadn’t scampered off like a deer in headlights, he would’ve happily shown her first-hand what kissing was like.