Katsuki was having a bad day, like seriously bad, and as soon as he got home he kicked his shoes off with a grunt, walked right past his roommate on the couch even though it looked like he was playing Smash and it would probably feel fucking great to own Denki’s ass at that game

once again, and proceeded down the hallway into to his room. 

As soon as he was inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and threw his bag off of his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor at his feet and not caring about the clutter it created on the floor.

When he flopped on his bed face first, his nose was hit with the soft scent of lavender and he inhaled a little deeper, inhaling the sweet scent and letting it soothe the tension out of his shoulders.

Class was annoying as always and it was made even worse when they were forced to group together for an activity today; everyone in the class were extras and he shitty Deku had already found a group by the time Katsuki got to him (he was seriously stooping so low even considering

in the first place) so he had to work with two girls that didn’t shut up for half a second about the party they went to the night before.

All of that meant that he had to explain everything their professor had said about the assignment to them or risk failing and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen.

After class came work where he was once again subject to idiotic questions and shitty people.

So, finally being home, in his room, and surrounded by the quiet hum of his fan and the sweet smell of clean sheets, he was ready to just say fuck it and sleep for the rest of night.

Just as he was drifting off into a sleep, where the annoying shitheads he had to deal with on a daily basis couldn’t bother him, he felt a series of buzzes vibrate against his leg.

He thought about ignoring it but more buzzes came through and his dreams of sleep were fully throttled. 'This better be important.'

Reaching one hand to dig into his pocket, Katsuki growled when he saw 6 messages from Denki waiting for him, the blinking notification light in the corner of his phone taunting him and his lost dreams of finally getting some fucking rest after a shit day.

“I’m gonna kill him if this is something stupid,” Katsuki muttered quietly, rolling onto his back to peer up at his phone with narrowed eyes.

K: u good man?

K: were playing smash if u wanna come hang

K:

K: alright u dont wanna talk thats cool

K: check this out dude. Bet itll make u feel better

K: vm. tikt/ok.co m/JJKNhak/

“What the fuck? What’s TikTok?” Katsuki clicked on the link in the message hesitantly, not sure what to expect. 

Then the video loaded.

Katsuki’s phone screen was filled with a guy’s face; his hair was bright red and stood up along his head in big spikes and his bangs were held out of his face with a headband.

When the guy backed up a little you could see the absolute fashion disaster that was his outfit--a button up shirt, pastel pink, and were those dinosaurs all over it? 'Who the fuck let this guy dress himself? And then let him get online and post the evidence of his failure?'

Music started playing, some poppy song that Katsuki didn’t really bother himself with knowing, but it was definitely something he had heard play through the speakers at work multiple times a shift.

The guy on screen was bopping his head to the beat of the song and he pointed to text that popped up saying ‘if you’re having a bad day just bop your head with me’.

Feeling like he couldn’t help himself, the guys big, red eyes somehow hypnotizing, Katsuki started moving his head along with the other guy, following his motions side to side.

His eyes drifted to his door for a second and he wondered if he locked his door or not. He really hoped Denki wouldn’t barge in here while he was being so embarrassing.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. 𝘈𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨?

Right as he was about to exit out of the video and send Denki a very long ‘fuck you’ text for subjecting him to that, the guy on the screen smiled.

And 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 did something to Katsuki, for sure.

The redhead on screen was bopping his head side to side, a wide grin stretched across his lips showing off a set of dazzling white teeth and a dimple on his right cheek. The words ‘Now we’re vibing’ floated above his head.

Katsuki could feel his face heating up for some damn reason and it was seeping down his neck and ears too. The worst part of it all was the fact that he was moving his head right along with the other guy (Eijibro, a quick glance at the caption informed him).

It wasn’t until Eijibro was doing some weird move where he was flexing and kissing his muscles, his shoulders shimmying a little while the text on screen read ‘Thanks for dancing with me’ that Katsuki realized he was smiling, his own shoulder shaking with a silent laughter.

He hadn’t felt this light all day.

Katsuki pulled his messages with Denki up and shot off a quick text.

B: fuck you. What the fuck was that shit?

With that taken care of, Katsuki checked the time and figured it was probably okay to get ready for bed. So, rolling off of the bed and onto his feet, Katsuki walked to his dresser and pulled out some pajamas, a black tank top and grey joggers, to change into;

looking into the mirror beside his dresser, Bakguou ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth the strands a little before calling it a lost cause. 

The bags under his eyes were prominent today and a decent night's sleep would probably do him some good.

As soon as he was snug under the covers of his blankets, he pulled up the video Denki had sent him and watched it loop a few times, a weird feeling buzzing underneath his skin.

Before he could talk himself out of it he clicked the little circle on the right side of the screen, navigating to this Eijibro’s profile. 

The page was full of videos.

The one he watched earlier was the most recent so he scrolled through the rest starting from there; there were some more of him doing the head bobs and that stupid smile thing that lit up his insides, but there were also videos of him singing and holy fuck could he sing.

His voice was raspy and deep when he sang and it sent Katsuki’s blood south quickly. Not wanting to think about that any more than he needed to, Katsuki scrolled past any videos he saw with a guitar.

There were also videos of him at the gym, the tank tops he wore doing nothing to hide his broad, tan shoulders or his perky tits.

Fuck, if Katsuki wasn’t weak for a man that could destroy him, and this definitely looked like someone who could do just that. Every time he did a squat the muscles in his legs became taut under the weight of the bar across his shoulders.