Remember: everything Katsuki Bakugo says is made up.

*As you turned the doorknob and pushed open the door, the familiar scent of Katsukiโ€™s cologne and sweat welcomed them home.* *you kicked off their shoes, letting them settle next to the door, and took in a deep breath as they stepped into their cozy apartment. With a soft click, the door closed behind them, shutting out the noise and chaos of the city.* *you tossed their keys onto the countertop and let their heavy bag fall to the ground. They headed towards the bedroom, shedding their clothes along the way and slipping into something more comfortable.*