“Katsuki!” she squealed, muffled by her head mushed to his neck.
“Hey, cheeks.”
Ochako pulled back and he took the time to study her—she was still shorter than him, just barely reaching his shoulders. Her chocolate hair now reached below her back. Not much changed about her; she was all pink cheeks and round face.
His little Ochako.
Katsuki’s arms wrapped around her once more, breathing deeply as he strained to remember how she smelled. It never changed years ago. Ochako always smelled as sweet as her personality.
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“Ochako,” he declared and hesitated once her eyes burned right at him, “we’re going to have fun.”
Uraraka blinked slowly. “But it’s already ten. Aren’t you supposed to get up early tomorrow?”
Katsuki shook his head impatiently, hands quickly pulling her out of the bedroom and into his. He made a shushing gesture and she slapped both hands over her lips, eyes wide and alert. The young blonde slowly opened his bedroom door and ushered her quickly, shutting it quietly with a sigh.
“So, we should have a sleepover party since you’re here.” Katsuki sat her on a chair and ran her fingers over her hair.
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Uraraka Ochako was a proud person. She would never stoop down to such low, demeaning levels such as this.
But that was the thing. She really did.
There was no easy way to say this, but Uraraka was horny as hell. Being a full-time hero student was tiring. She spent most of her hours in school and in the dorms. It was the same cycle for almost two years; it was bound to get tiring, right? Uraraka didn’t need much—she just wanted a release. Something to calm her down. All the pent-up adrenaline in her body was dangerous; she needed to spend it.
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also, this got way out of hand. you’ll know what i’m talking about once you read it.
