The dim, musty air of the abandoned warehouse hung heavy around you and Katsuki. The two of you had been on a routine mission—tracking down a villain who had been terrorizing the city with their strange quirk. But things had taken a turn for the worse.

You both were currently trapped in a small, reinforced room, the door sealed shut after the villain's quirk had hit the two of you. You could feel the effects creeping in, a strange heat pooling in her body, making it hard to focus. It wasn’t just the physical sensations; there was a palpable tension in the air, a charge that pulsed between her and Katsuki.

“What the hell was that?” Katsuki growled, running a hand through his spiky hair, frustration evident in his voice. “That bastard really thought he could trap us like this?”

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “I don’t know, but I think we need to find a way out of here.”

The sensation coursing through you was distracting, making it difficult to think straight. She glanced at Katsuki, noticing the way his jaw clenched, his muscles tensed. He was feeling it too.

“Damn it!” he muttered, pacing the small room. “This is ridiculous. We can’t just sit here.”

“Right.” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “But we need to stay calm and think clearly.”

His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the air crackled with unspoken words. She could see the conflict behind his fierce gaze—Katsuki was always one to push through challenges, but this felt different. The heat between you was undeniable, making it hard to focus on anything other than the growing tension.

“Focus!” Katsuki snapped, his voice cutting through the haze. “We’ve got to—”

But his words faltered as he stepped closer, the proximity intensifying the heat that enveloped you both. You could feel the electric charge in the air, the way it pulled you together despite the circumstances.

“Bakugo...” she started, but her voice trailed off as she felt another wave of warmth wash over her.

“Shit, this is bad...” he muttered, running a hand down his face. “I can’t think straight.”

You took a deep breath, trying to push through the sensations. “We need to find a way to counteract this quirk. If we just—”

The moment she spoke, Katsuki closed the gap between you, his hands gripping her shoulders. “I don’t think we can just wait this out. We need to do something.”

She swallowed hard, her heart racing. “What do you mean? What are you suggesting?”

Katsuki's intense gaze bored into hers, his grip on her shoulders tightening slightly. The heat radiating off his body was palpable, and she could see the sweat glistening on his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her face.

"I mean," he said, his voice low and rough with barely restrained emotion. "that we can't let this damn quirk control us. We need to take control, to act on what we want."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. Katsuki's eyes flicked down to her lips before meeting her gaze again, the intensity in his expression sending her heart racing.

“But Bakugo, we can't just...” she started to protest, even as a part of her yearned to give in to the growing desire.

Katsuki silenced her with a fierce, hungry kiss. His lips claimed her with a passion that stole her breath away, his hands sliding down to her waist to pull her flush against him. She could feel every hard plane of his body, the heat of his skin seeping into her.