Thread by @nootnoot345

Well, the half baked idea is getting some more time in the oven. Maybe the whole thing's gonna be written based off these prompts 😂
It's Thursday (pt 1):

https://twitter.com/nootnoot345/status/1489798911069876225

Mild NSFW

https://twitter.com/CrackKacchako/status/1490354602603999235

When he first became a pro hero, Katsuki hated days off. He thought they would just impede his goals of becoming number 1. A year or working almost non-stop, however, had him quickly changing his tune.

Days off meant that he could be an even better hero on his days on. Days off also meant that he could stop neglecting the other parts of his personality, which as he'd discovered in his hell year, was pretty important to keeping his temper in check.

Days off, however, usually didn't mean having the love of his life barge through his door in the flimsiest and weirdly itchy looking lace to tell him that she felt the same way.

That's why, on Thursday, after running the errands that always piled up, he cooked himself a spicy stir fry, changed into his lounge sweatpants (which were different from his outside sweatpants), and he plopped himself down on the couch with his favourite reality cooking show.

His favourite contestant had just finished making a cassoulet in the mere 3 hours they were given and Katsuki was on the edge of his seat watching the judges taste it.
The first judge raised their eyebrows and the door to his apartment started rattling wildly.

He frowned and turned to the door. "Go the fuck away, I ain't buyin' anythin'!" He shouted.
When the rattling didn't stop, he turned the volume of the TV up and decided to do his best to ignore it.
The second judge didn't like the cassoulet and Katsuki clenched his fists.

His door stopped rattling and Katsuki sighed. Everyone knew it was his day off, so everyone knew not to bother him. Especially not at 9PM - a time he only stayed awake for when his favourite show aired.

The third judge took a spoonful and was mulling over the tastes when his window shook.
Instantly alarmed because of his apartment being on the 23rd floor, Katsuki's hand crackled. When the noise continued, he carefully stepped toward it.

In one smooth motion, he threw open the blackout curtains and stood with his palm forward, ready to blast.
Instead, he was greeted with the floating face that lived rent-free in his head.
Ochako grinned sheepishly and waved.
Katsuki sighed and opened the window.

She easily navigated herself in and gently released her quirk to set her feet on the ground. Katsuki raised an eyebrow when he noticed her 5" heels and scoffed internally when she came closer and still only barely reached the height of his chin.

"Heard you got hit with a quirk on patrol. Shouldn't you be restin'?" He grumbled, his show forgotten and not actually trying to make her leave.
She placed one palm on his chest and tilted her head to look up at him with a sweet smile. "On site medics cleared me. I'm ok!"

His gaze slowly dragged from her face to where her palm lay. He felt heat emanating from it in a way to rival his own quirk.
"Uh huh. So what're ya doin' here?" He narrowed his eyes and examined her.
She hummed and licked her lips before gently guiding him back to the couch.

"Well, Bakugou." Her finger dug into his sternum and his knees hit the seat. "Or can I call you /Katsuki/?"
His jaw was slack and he fell back onto the cushions as his legs went weak.
She stared at him expectantly, using the moment of silence to spread his legs with her knees.

"Yeah. Katsuki. Sure." He croaked, his voice cracking.
She beamed at him and nestled herself in front of him, standing between his legs. Slowly, her hands went to start unbuttoning her long coat.
"Good. 'Cause there's a few things I gotta tell ya, Katsuki."

Her fingers started working and he gulped at her exposed clavicle, leading down to the tops of her full chest.
"We've been workin' together for years now." She started and Katsuki clenched his fists to even out his breathing. "In that time, you've always had my back."

She let out a small breath and was now unbuttoned down to her belly button.
"I don't just mean on the field, but in the office, with media, even with our friends. You brought me mochi when you saw me cryin' over the ending of an anime."
She shrugged the coat off.

Katsuki didn't know where to look, how to sit, where to put his hands, or how to pay attention to her words.
"I like that you kick my ass in training sometimes, but I /love/ that you've trained with me enough that I can kick your ass too." She had a teasing edge to her voice.

He blinked a few times and looked up at her face. She was flush and her eyes were dilated, but as he stared and her hair swayed, he saw the smallest mark underneath her ear.
The quirk she got hit with earlier that day.
"It turns out I love a lot of things about you."

Katsuki frowned.
Just great. A moment ripped straight out of his dreams and Ochako happened to be under a quirk for it.
She leaned forwards and placed both hands on his shoulders. "I love the way you look after a win, I love that intense look you pretend isn't a smolder."

He could feel her breath against his face.
"I love the way you fill out your hero suit." She bit her lip. "And, I love thinkin' about just how you'd use those firecracker hands all over me."
/Shit./ Katsuki needed to get a grip on the situation.

He tensed his shoulders and just as he was about to open his mouth to tell her to fuck off, something caught his eye.
It turned out her tits were being held up by the sorriest excuse for fabric he'd ever seen.
And he'd seen a lot of fabric.

Firmly planting his hands on her waist, he pushed her back upright and inspected her attire.
The bra band seemed to dig into her skin, the lace didn't lay flat, the edges of her panties were fraying, and the orange was more like a deep red.
The absurdity of the situation hit.

"Cheeks, it's past 9PM and you barge into my place to fuck with me, wearin' bootleg Dynamight lingerie, and you're tellin' me you weren't fucked up by a quirk?"
Ochako shrugged. "5PM, 9PM, 11AM, it's sex-o'clock somewhere." She grazed a finger down his forearm.

"Somewhere isn't here."
She pouted. "It could be!"
Katsuki shook his head and stood up, adjusting himself and pushing her out of the way. He grabbed the blanket that Denki had knitted as a housewarming gift and threw it at Ochako on his way to the kitchen.

Ochako whined and held the blanket in front of her without actually wrapping it around herself. "Is it 'cause I didn't spring for the official merch?"
Katsuki let out a pained chuckle as he pressed his palms into his eyes.

The look of the lace holding up her full breasts, creating mesmerizing patterns on her skin, outlining her hips in a way that begged for his hands was burned into his mind. But something about the designs still felt wrong.
They weren't made with her in mind.

"Your merch never goes on sale!"
Katsuki groaned and reached for the fridge, taking out some leftovers.
Ochako pouted and sat at the table, still just in her itchy looking lingerie and heels. "Can't believe you won't sex me 'cause I'm on a budget. That's classist!"

Katsuki scoffed and turned on the stove. "That ain't why I'm not gonna 'sex' you."
"Then why?" Her voice wavered and Katsuki glanced back at her.
She genuinely looked hurt and confused.
He sighed as he continued to cook.

"The quirk was obviously some weird love quirk that's got you all messed up. So, I'm gonna feed you, wrap you up in the damn blanket, and throw you back out my window so you can sleep it off and we'll talk about bein on the sex clock tomorrow when it'll probably have worn off."

Ochako huffed and lay her head on the table, squishing her cheek against it. "Don't think its a love quirk." She mumbled. "Been feelin' this way for years. Just never felt so /compelled/ to tell ya."

"You can feel compelled to tell me tomorrow then too." He placed a plate in front of her. "Eat, then fly back home."
Ochako rolled her eyes but grabbed the chopsticks and started to eat.

"You know I float, not fly." She grumbled. "How'd you even know it was bootleg? It's a really good knock off!"
Katsuki smirked as he slowly closed in on her, crowding her space. With his index finger, he lifted a bra strap and followed it down from her shoulder to her chest.

He watched her try to suppress a shiver, mouth still full of food and hand wrapped around the chopsticks. His lips curled up to expose the edges of his teeth in a predatory grin.

"The real shit was made /for/ you." He held her gaze and dropped his voice to a low and heady growl. "And, when it really is sex-o'clock, I'm gonna take my time peeling it off you like the second skin that I know it is."

END (for now)