Cosmic Attraction

“Now that we’ve finished applying our black paint we’re going to finish our look by applying the lipstick.” Himiko explains to the camera, wagging her finger across her lip area. This is a very complicated look she’s doing and she has spent a lot of time recording and re-recording this video. It’s no skin off her bones because she does things like this all the time. Transformative makeup looks to help her viewers look like anything and anyone they want. Ranging all the way from famous celebrities to creepy demons. 

Today she has painted her upper chest in a fuck ton of red and black paint. The black represents dark shadow vines that stretch all the way up to her forehead and cover the left side of her face and parts of her nose. It’s on top of a heavy coating of white paint and her left eye has a ghastly white contact in it topped with white shadow over her eyelid accompanied with white mascara. Underneath her the black vines she’s got her second favorite color, red, splattered and dripping all over her neck. There’s deep red eyeshadow all over the right eye and red paint dripping to represent blood of course. Her right eye has a blackout lens in it and jet black mascara. Truly and beautifully creepy. 

“I’m using Queen Rihanna’s Fenty Stunna Lip Paint for my shade, but don’t be afraid to go darker. I just really like how this color makes my lips pop. I like to start by outlining my cupid and filling in. Make sure you don’t overdo it or your lipstick will look caked and you don’t want caked lips. Make it all smooth and even...just like that.” 

She pops her lips in the camera and flashes her teeth before picking up her black lip liner. “Now this is important, and I know I’ve said that a lot, but this part really is. We’re going for a smiley look here so you’re going to outline your lips with the black lip liner. I’m using Nyx’s retractable lip liner. Once you outline your lips, go to each corner and draw a straight , steady line up to the bottom of your cheek apples.” 

The last thing she does is the smudge work on her chin with more blood. There her look is finished. She’s so proud of herself. She poses for her glamour shots for the video and feels relieved that she finally gets to wrap up this video. It’s fun, but it’s also a lot of work. “Alright guys, well that wraps up this tutorial. I hope you guys enjoyed and that you find some good use for this look, I don’t know, maybe scare your parents or your kid siblings. I will be back next week with a new video for you all. If you’re new don’t forget to click that pretty little subscribe button. Much love to my little blood bunnies, ciao!” She blows a kiss into the camera and then switches it off. Now all she has to do is edit. 

Dabi: It’s payday. You got my money? Oof, she almost forgot, she did forget. Shit she just went shopping dude this is horrible timing. 

Yes I do :) :* How can she pull together 300 sheets in less than an hour?

Dabi: Come to my room in 20

Fuck! How can she pull together 300 sheets in 15 minutes? “Ray!! Rachel!!” She shouts, running out of her room to find her roomie. She bangs relentlessly on the bathroom door where she can hear the shower water running. “Rachel!!! Lemme in, I need money!” 

“Can I shower in peace please!?” Her eyes roll to the back of her head. The sleepwalker was literally here a few minutes ago. He’s part of the reason why she had to keep redoing her damn video. Shower in peace her ass, they’re getting off in there. 

“Please give me 300 bucks and I’ll leave you the purple bandit alone!” The door opens abruptly and Rachel pokes her dripping head out. 

“I hate carrying cash.” She frowns. “I only have like 40 bucks on me. Why do you need so much money?”

“It’s a long story, but just know that if I don’t get it, Dabi is gonna ruin my face.” She pouts, poking her lips out. 

“Well, usually I would say that sounds like a personal problem...but I like your face. I guess you can have the cash. Toshi’s probably got a few bucks in his wallet, have at it.” 

“Stay out of my wallet?” She hears Hitoshi scoff. 

“Hmmm, you’re naked and I’m fast so you can’t stop me. I’ll pay you guys back, thanks Ray, thanks sleepwalker!” She’s quick to swipe the money before he actually can get his pants on and come after her. She’s only got 62 sheets in her hand. She’ll have to go find Miki. 

Dabi, I have to pee, can you spare me a few minutes? 

Miki is in her room, her door is always unlocked, Himiko just waltzes right in there. Her friend is lounging on her couch watching TV and munching on power bars as if they’re actually good. “Miki I need 238 sheets stat.” She declares. 

The girl grimaces at her and waves her hand dismissively. “The fuck for? And what is on your face?” 

“Amazing makeup. I owe Dabi 300 and if he doesn’t get it in the next five minutes the next time you see me will be when they fish me out of the ocean.” 

“And this is why we don’t mess with drug dealers.” 

Her head cocks to the side. “Doesn’t Akira snort coke?” She questions. 

“No!” Miki exclaims. 

“I feel like he does. Honestly you probably both do which is why you run so fast.” 

“And you want money from me? Get outta here.” 

Dabi: Times a ticking doll

It’s time to turn up the theatrics. Himiko throws herself to her knees groveling to her friend, she actually manages to shed some pretty convincing crocodile tears, she is such a good actress. Maybe she should go to acting school as a side hobby. Oh she would be amazing in a soap opera. Probably the show’s headliner. 

“Please Miki!! I’m too young and pretty to die!!” She wails. 

Miki groans, dragging her hand down her face. “You’re so dramatic. If I give you the money will you shut up?” 

“Obviously.” She cries. 

The woman stares at her with judgement in her eyes. She sighs heavily and pulls herself up off her couch to go and collect Himiko’s life in her hands. She has never noticed before but Miki has such a nice room. So open and cozy. Is this what it’s like to have a single? She would never abandon Rachel, but maybe they could get adjoining suites next year? Nah, it’d be too much work to wake up and go to Ray’s room when she gets scared or lonely at night. She absolutely hates the dark. You never know what’s lurking in there. Probably demons that look like her right now. 

“You owe me,” Miki says, shoving the money at her. “I don’t kill, but I do charge interest. Less because I like you, but there will still be interest.” 

“Thank you!” She cheers, hopping up and leaning on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on her cheek. It’s still a bit of a reach so she uses Miki’s braid as leverage, pulling it to get her down to a reasonable level and gives her a nice wet one on her cheek. 

“Jeez, I really wish you wouldn’t pull my hair like that.” 

“Oh shut up, you like it. It’s kinky.” She winks and dashes off to go make her drop. Dabi is so confused by her face when she shows up completely out of breath. She’s always hated running, thinks running should be a sin. Bastard doesn’t even offer her water. 

“You’ll live Toga.” He mumbles, counting the crumpled bills. “If I had known you were gonna do that to your face I wouldn’t have threatened to mess it up myself.” 

“Rude. Don’t you watch my videos?” 

“Nope. YouTube isn’t my thing.” 

“If you don’t watch how did you know I post on YouTube?” She smirks. 

He shrugs, “because everyone who posts videos posts them on YouTube.” Dabi pockets the money and grins at her. “Now that we’re on good terms again, you free tonight?” 

“Oh no sir.” She says waving her hands around. “We can only be friends from here on out, I am now in a committed relationship.” 

He quirks a dark eyebrow at her. “With who?” 

“With a guy named none of your business.” She tells him. 

Unknown: Where the fuck are you? Speak of the devil. That’s so sweet, he saved her number! “I have to go. I think our business here is done and don’t worry, you’re handsome in some weird outlandish way. I’m sure you’ll find a new special friend.”

He snorts lightly at her. “Special? Don’t fool yourself, you weren’t special, just..easy, ya know? Convenient.” 

She blinks up at him blankly. She’s never heard that before, doesn’t quite know how to respond. It doesn’t hurt her feelings...does it? It doesn’t make her mad. It just sits there in her head. It will...take her some time to process how she should react to such a statement. “Hm...okay. Well, buh-bye Dabi-kun.” 

Bakugou is waiting for her at the base of the fair lady statue in the campus square. He’s annoyed that she’s almost a half hour late and he’s also freaked out by the makeup on her face. Doesn’t anyone on this campus watch her fucking videos? 

“You’ve been walking around with that shit on your face all day?” 

“Not all day, just for the past...50 minutes? I rode the bus here and got lots of compliments.” 

“Tch, whatever. Let’s just get this out of the way.” He grunts, pulling out his notebook. Himiko plants herself down next to him on the concrete and peers over his shoulder. He’s so methodical. He’s got all of their questions grouped to sections of similarity. He tells her that all the food and drink based questions they can do the next time she works, the visual questions can be done at his dorm, and the outside and physical questions are best done right here. She can’t argue with that logic. 

The first thing he wants to test is reaction time. Does biological sex affect reaction time? He wants to do this with a series of different tests. A catch test, a point test, and a ruler test. He wants her to take three turns catching a ball he throws at her while he records how fast she reacts. The first time is just a slow, gentle toss. The second one is a little faster, but still not very hard. The last one he launches at her like he’s trying to take her head off. 

Himiko doesn’t play sports with balls involved because of the fact that she doesn’t like those kinds of balls flying to her face. It hurts and they can really do some damage. She flinches away from the last ball, shrieking her discontent for this activity. “Stop being dramatic, it wasn’t that hard.” He chides with a stupid smirk on his face. 

“Yeah? Let’s see how you like it?” She huffs. 

“Give it your best shot, noodle arms. I’m not a pussy, I can take it.” 

“I expected you to be smarter than that Bakugou-kun, pussies are consistently taking it. You should know since you’re consistently giving it to your select whores.” 

“Sounds like jealousy.” It is. 

“You know, we’ve known each other for two years-

“No we have not.” 

“And for some reason you keep overlooking me as if I’m not the prettiest chick you have ever seen. I mean look at me!” She declares, pointing at herself. 

Bakugou frowns at her. “You look like you crawled out of Satan’s asshole.” 

Damn, she forgot about the makeup. “You know what I mean. What’s so wrong with me?” 

“Just throw the fucking ball you crazy bitch.” Fine. She squeezes the ball in her hand and tosses it at him underhanded. It’s really low to the ground, but he’s quick to lean and catch it. “You have to record the time.” He grinds.

“Can’t I just count in my head?” 

“Did I count in my head?” 

She sighs, so picky. She holds her phone in one hand and the ball in the other. When the ball leaves her hand again she presses start and tries very hard to watch both him and the time. She doesn’t have the greatest multitasking skills, especially during something like this. She’ll just deduct like three seconds off his time. 

“I’m counting in my head for the last throw.” She tells him. “Don’t lecture me, I’m not listening, I’m just doing.” 

She grips the ball tightly, turning to her side like the pitchers do in baseball. This one is gonna be good. She’ll show him that she can do more than be cute. There has to be levels and depth to his attraction to her and obviously physical fitness is a good layer to add. 

“Holy shit, why is she flashing the whole courtyard?!” She gasps. Bakugou’s head turns, the pervert. She winds up and calls his name as she launches the ball with all the strength she has in her ‘noodle arms.’ Oh he’s so lucky that he’s quick because had he not been paying attention that really would have whopped him good. 

“The fuck was that?” He growls at her. 

“Me, testing your reaction time. Congrats baby you passed! You’re faster than me!” 

“Fucking obviously! And stop calling me that shit, I’m not your baby.” 

Her finger taps her chin thoughtfully. “Do you think we should include some more test subjects?” She wonders, ignoring his delusional outburst. “Not every girl has the same reaction time and neither do all boys. Someone could be faster than you a-

“ Nobody is faster than me.” 

She sighs, “you’re right, please forgive me. Nobody is faster than you. You’re a speed god.” 

“Finally, the first smart thing you’ve said all day.” He folds his buff arms over his chest and glances around at all the unsuspecting people there. “Well, we did come here to observe.” 

“Good! You pick the girls, I’ll pick the guys!” Himiko is walking off before he can say anything. She has a plan. Bakugou likes his ego stroked. He likes being number one and feeling superior so she will find the two biggest, strongest, and cutest guys she can find wandering around out here to flaunt in his face. She just hopes they put his reaction times to shame. 

Most of them are freaked out by her makeup, she really has to take this stuff off, but she manages to find two suitable suitors and drags them back over to her test sight where Bakugou has already picked out his two test subjects. One of them is about as tall as Miki, she’s got beautiful arms and strong calf muscles, a better athletic build than Himiko. The other girl is just slightly taller than her, but stout. 

She sees what he's doing. Using different physical body types to try and get more varying results. Smart man. He’s being practical and she’s being opportunistic, they both have wonderful goals here. 

They decide they’ll use these people for the rest of their reaction tests. They each go through the ball toss and then they complete the ruler test, and finally the point test which was actually really funny. Katsuki shined a laser toy on the edge of the statue in varying places and gradually rising speed and they each had to take turns seeing how quickly they could smack the light. It was by far her most favorite test, she felt like a cat. 

One they’re done with the tests for that question, Bakugou throws their subjects away and Himiko sets off to find more subjects for their next question. How does a person’s heart rate respond differently to short intense bursts of exercise versus long stretches of steady exercise? This is such a good way to flaunt more guys and she just so happened to find the best runner on campus.  Although, if she had known they were going to be working out she wouldn’t have jeans. 

Each participant will complete a ten minute workout and have their heart rate responded and then they will all complete a treacherous light job around campus for the length of one hour and record their heart rate after that. 

Yeah, next time she’s deciding on the tests. She is exhausted and feels like she could definitely stand a shower when they’re done, but too tired to openly compliment their raven male participant on how well he hung in there. “You’re really fast, Akira!” She giggles, freeing his arm from the cuff. Usually she would call him crybaby, but she’s trying to make him look good. “You actually beat Bakugou, guess he’s not the best like he claimed.” 

Akira snorts, he’s barely broken a sweat at this. “‘Course I am. Fastest runner this university has ever had.” He grins proudly. 

“Yeah yeah.” She agrees. “Maybe you could train me.” 

“Sure, no problem. Miki might be jealous though. You know how competitive she is.” 

“Ouh, tell me about it.”

“Do it later.” Bakugou asserts. “You’re done here extra, we got work to do.” 

“Extra?”

“Don’t listen to him. He’s just salty cause he lost. He’ll get over it. Buh-bye Akira-kun!” 

“I ain’t salty about shit! That guy’s got at least six inches on me, of course he was faster if he’s taking longer strides idiot.” Really she is a masterful genius. It is just so wonderful how easily things can fall into place for her. 

She turns to him with a small smile on her face. He looks pissed, gravely annoyed. It’s almost unfathomable, he still looks handsome even when he’s glaring daggers at her. “Don’t think you’re fucking slick, loon. I’m not stupid, I know you’re trying to deliberately piss me off. It isn’t gonna work, I’m not about to be jealous over you. ” 

He’s not jealous over her right now , but the thing is that he’s obviously sporting a bruised ego. It’s her job to nurse it back to health like a good doctor. She’s shown him she can be sweet and catering, she’s shown him she can bite back, and now she’ll show him that she can be supportive. 

“Aw, relax Bakugou. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you.” She says apologetically, striding over to his side. “Just admired your idea for differential subjects. I know Akira is an amazing athlete and so are you. The other guy was nowhere near as in shape as you guys, just wanted to see what differences those would have on your heart rates.” 

He doesn’t acknowledge her statement, just packs away the arm cuffs into his book bag and starts overlooking their last experiment for the day. Does exercise affect memory retention? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. 

She huffs heavily and goes off to find more willing participants for their last experiment. She is definitely going to shower when she gets back to her dorm. For this test they will each be given three separate sets of words that have absolutely nothing to do with each other, then they’ll do 10 jumping jacks, 10 push ups, and a 20 second plank. Once they finish they’ll repeat those words. “Should there be a variable?” She questions. “Should we talk about random shit while we work out so they can’t just focus on the words the whole time?” 

“Alright.” He agrees. They’re lucky that Himiko is a great conversationalist and her ruined makeup is a wonderful conversation piece. She explains the process in great detail to them while each of them take their turn. She even chatters her way through her own turn and completely forgets what the hell her words were. If anything she thinks she was just a bad example. She’s already been doing so much exercise today and her brain is worn out. But Bakugou remembered his words so he thinks she has no excuse. 

Overall she feels like they’re off to an amazing start. They got some impressive results today and Bakugou has such neat handwriting. Right now everything is just logged in his notebook, but Himiko offers to fancy them up and chart them, for flair or whatever. He doesn’t trust her to handle it. “I’ve seen your notes in class, chicken scratch.” 

“I’ll make them pretty I swear!” She pleads. “I’ll even use my glitter pens and everyone knows you’re only allowed to write prettily with glitter pens.” 

Bakugou stares at her with ‘get real’ eyes and she stares back at him with ‘I am real’ eyes. Eventually he caves and tells her he’ll send her a photo of his notes, but he’s not letting her take the hard copies. “We’ll meet next week.” 

“Next week?!” 

“Yeah, limiting our contact, I already see you three times a week in class and apparently you work all the damn time. I need breaks, in case you didn’t notice you’re kind of a lot to handle.” 

“But I’m fun right?” She smiles, rocking on her heels and the balls of her feet. “C’mon, you can’t tell me today was awful. You would’ve had a worse time with Deku and you know it.” 

He starts staring at her again, but it’s by far the calmest look he’s ever given her. It sends chills up and down her spine and makes her cheeks go crazy red under her makeup. “I’ll text you when I’m free. Go wash that shit off her face.” He slings his bag over his shoulder and walks off leaving her to stare at his back as he leaves. Another wonderful day to put in the books.

He’s taking too long to text her. She keeps asking him in class when they’re going to pick this project back up and offering to show him the good work she’s doing on their charts. She wants to make sure that this connection they’re forming doesn’t break before it’s even fully formed. He just tells her the same things repeatedly. Oh he’s busy with other assignments, he’s got football practice, internships to go to. 

She knows it’s irrational because of course he wouldn’t do this, but she kind of feels like he really is just trying to get away from her. So obviously she has to find a way to rationalize this. He witnessed firsthand and for the first real time just how great she is and he’s falling stupidly in love with her. He’s scared about such strong emotions, naturally, so he’s trying to give himself space to work through his feelings. She’s given him four days of space. It’s Saturday, there’s no practice today, no internships, it’s time for him to come back to her. 

Come to my dorm. :)

Bakubaby: Tf? No, I told you I would let you know when I’m free. Oh he replies quickly? Good, very good, she likes a man that responds to her with haste. 

Oh come on! I’m off today, you’re off today, it’s the perfect chance for us to work on these questions. 

I thought you wanted to finish fast and be rid of me, sir?

Besides I already ransacked my job and stole all this stuff for us, don’t make me waste it Kacchan :”(

This time his response isn’t as swift. She could spam him with messages until he does, but he’s still learning so she’ll cut him some slack, this time. 

Bakubaby: You are fucking insufferable. 

Bakubaby: What’s your damn room number? 

It takes him all of 10 minutes to reach her. Bakugou has them scheduled to do mood questions during their second meeting, but she didn’t steal all this shit from work for no reason. They’re going to have a coffee date and taste their senses. 

She has a bag of rare coffee beans ready to be ground and brewed, muffins, a variety of croissants, and paninis for tasting. She has also procured a foul smelling bowl of vinegar for their first experiment. Does sense of smell affect sense of taste? 

“These questions you picked out are going to take too long.” He grumbles, scrunching his nose up at her vinegar bowl. 

“Entertain me.” She shrugs, delivering him a large cup of piping hot straight black coffee. Personally Himiko hates black coffee, but they need straight unadulterated caffeine for their second question which they will be recording the effects of the entire time. How does caffeine affect the body? “Star drinking, slowly and be careful it’s hot.”

“I see the steam.”

“I was just being kind.” 

“More like stating the blatantly obvious.” Himiko brushes him off easily and picks up the vinegar bowl. 

“Okay so here’s how we’ll do this. We’ll each take a really big whiff of this smelly shit and eat a blueberry muffin while smelling it. Tell me how strong your sense of taste is.” 

He sighs and picks up a blueberry muffin, unwrapping it. You really don’t have to be that close to the bowl to smell how strong this vinegar is, but he leans in anyways for a more effective smell, even tells her to hold it up to him for continuous effect and then takes a hearty bite out of his muffin. She watches his jaw move mechanically as he chews. He’s got such a strong jawline, sharp and well defined. Smooth with not even a single bit of stubble in sight. What she wouldn’t give to run her hand over it, kiss it. 

His Adam’s Apple bobs when he swallows and she almost lets out a questionable sigh. 

He reports that his sense of taste was altered, but not completely overwhelmed by the vinegar. He tasted less blueberry than usual, more of a sour tangy taste than a sweet one. When it’s her turn he holds the bowl for her she eats a muffin. Himiko’s nose is fine tuned, and can smell the slightest and strangest of scents from a pretty impressive distance. She can smell blood the best, it’s like she has a sixth sense for the stuff. 

The vinegar certainly doesn’t smell like blood, but it is definitely stronger for her than it is for Bakugou. She feels like she can practically taste the vinegar in her mouth, it’s acrid, an absolutely repulsive taste and ruining this once delicious muffin for her. And to think she has to do this two more times? 

She’s logging in their panini results when she catches Bakugou eyeing the shadow box she has hanging on her wall. It was a college gift from her ever loving and doting father. “Competition medals.” She explains. “I did gymnastics when I was a kid.” 

“You? The loon that bitched and moaned about having to work out so much the other day?” He questions with disbelief.

She chuckles softly and shrugs, furrowing her brows. “Like I said, I was a kid back then. Dad wanted me to do everything because I was the first born and he needed an example for my sisters. I did gymnastics for 16 years, ballet for 12, piano for 13. Then I quit all of it because I absolutely hated it. Well not absolutely. I actually kind of liked gymnastics. Flying through the air, doing somersaults, it was fun, made me feel light. But that’s what my dad wanted and I decided I didn’t want to be stupid role model anymore.”

“I didn’t ask for a whole story.” 

“You were obviously curious.” She smirks. Himiko sets her notebook down and scooches just a bit closer to him, tucking her hands between her thighs. “You’re really pretty to look at.”

“That so?” He grunts. “What is it with you? You barely know me.” 

“I don’t have to know you like the back of my hand to think you’re pretty Bakugou-kun.” 

“You should probably get to know me more before you throw yourself at me like some psycho.”

“Is that an offer?” She grins. 

“A general statement.” He utters, narrowing his eyes at her. 

Her eyes roll and she sighs. “Kind of sounds like you’re being a hypocrite to me. How well do you know Utsushimi and Setsuna?” She questions. “Or any of the other girls you hook up with at parties? Do you really weave the time out to get so formally acquainted with them before pulling their panties down?” 

Her tone is challenging, but not harsh. She’s genuinely asking because she wants to get to the bottom of the whole ‘why not me’ question from a few days ago. She needs to hear him say out loud there he’s just too nervous about being with her or if Rachel and Miki are right and she’s somehow got this all wrong then she deserves to hear that too. 

The floor is his to address and she’s waiting patiently for him to respond. Usually he’s so fast to shoot off a response. ‘Stay the fuck out of my business’ maybe or ‘that doesn’t concern you, shithead’ but he doesn’t say either of those things. 

Instead he looks as if he’s trying to discern her without having to ask. She’s a mystical puzzle in his eyes, an anomaly of sorts. Most girls steer away from him because of that attitude of his. And the girls that don’t? They’re not like her. They’re bold but not nearly quite as brazen as her. They use sensual seduction as their only tactic to garner his attention whereas she’s a switch. She’s soft on him, polite, sassy, and flirty. He’s probably not used to someone trying to have that kind of relationship with him. Just used to the good ol’ hit it and quit it game, the fun stringless taps. She wants strings. All of them. 

“You’re definitely the strangest chick I ever met.” He finally tells her. Strange isn’t bad, she’ll take that. “I just don’t get you..your stupid crush or whatever. It seems real out of the blue.” 

“Aren’t they all though?” She presses, narrowing her eyes. “At least a lot of them. You see someone, you like someone, you see them more and more and the feelings just grow you know?” 

“Oh so you got feelings for me now?” 

She can just feel her cheeks getting hot again. Her stomach is performing her competition winning floor routine. She pushes herself onto her hands and knees and slowly crawls over to him, prowling. She stops when she’s close enough to feel his body heat radiating off of pale skin. His eyes are so much prettier up close.

“I feel like I like you...a lot. I feel like you and I could make a really good team if you’d stop being so hmm, acerbic.” She whispers. “You’re like a dragon Bakugou, not just a dragon, the king of them. You blow fire at people to protect yourself, burn them all away, but I’m not scared of you. I like to play with fire and big dragons.” Those cardinal eyes focus on her lips, shiny with gloss and parted slightly.

This is the closest she’s ever gotten to him and she’s practically searing in her clothes. She wants to kiss him right then and there and he looks like he would let her. But of course, she has a plan in play. If she gives into her inhibitions now she runs the risk of setting herself up for one of those no strings attached relationships and that’s not what she wants out of this. Of course there is the trope where it starts off no strings attached but then it obviously turns into a full blown romance, but nah. She wants the whole thing in full force, no dilly dallying. 

She licks her lips, “how is your body feeling after having caffeine in your system for an hour?” She asks him, abruptly switching the topic. 

“Fine.” He grunts. He leans over to grab his cup, taking another swing of the caffeine and she smiles widely following his lead. 

“Good, so am I. Let’s get started on that next question yeah?” Does food affect saliva production? 

For this task they aren’t actually going to be eating any food, just staring at it. They will measure they’re spit by chewing on cotton swabs while both staring at the food and not staring at the food and then spitting the saliva into clear plastic cups and then measure how much spit they produced. 

It’s time for her final act. She has a wonderful idea that she would like to try involving saliva production and it doesn’t involve chewing on cotton swabs. “My fingers?” 

“Mhm.” She hums cheerily, her own small hands grabbing his right. “The food is nice, but you have such nice hands, Bakugou. Big, rough, strong; such thick, long fingers.” She’s already salivating just at the idea.

He’s got the look again, hesitant but inquisitive. She kisses his fingers lightly, nuzzling her nose against the callus pads. “We can’t record this shit for science, idiot.” He breathes out. 

She shrugs, drawing her over the side of his pointer finger while she’s ahead. She gives off a shaky sigh, he tastes kind of like caramel, her new favorite candy. Himiko draws his finger in her mouth, keeping her eyes locked with his as he watches her with a more intense gaze. She brings his middle finger in on the fun, sucking slowly on them. 

Her tongue glides other two thick digits and her mind wanders what it would feel like to have those same digits nestled between a different pair of lips. Her thighs clench together and she moans softly at the eroticism of the moment they’re sharing together. “Didn’t know your big mouth had so many uses.” And it’s even more perfect that he’s into it. 

She giggles giddily over his fingers, she does have a pretty wide mouth. Bakugou decides he wants to take advantage of that, adding a third finger to her mouth and using his other hand to grip her jaw. She breathes evenly through her nose as much as possible, relaxing her throat while he fucks his fingers into her mouth, deeper and deeper down her throat. 

“You probably fantasize about this shit all the time?” He growls quietly. “Sucking my fingers like some dirty slut.” 

The last time she was choked she was miffed about it, but being choked by Bakugou’s fingers feels wonderful. She can feel her eyes burning and brimming with tears and it’s getting harder to focus on breathing evenly when she’s getting so excited. She gags around his fingers, there’s drool dripping down her chin. “You’ve never looked sexier, imagine how hot you’re gonna look with my cock in your mouth.” She shivers, her eyes fluttering. 

Her tongue works over his fingers, the tips, the sides, between them, coating and slicking them in her saliva. His fingers stroke along the roof of her mouth before pressing down on her tongue and inching back towards her throat again. Her jaw hurts and he’s going to leave bruises on her face before he’s done here. He curses under his breath and finally frees her jaw, circling his free arm around her waist, dragging her into his lap, her arms looping around his neck. “C’mere.” He demands. The bulge in his sweats is large, and bulging. It feels good pressed up against her soaked panties.

She doesn’t need him to tell her what to do from here, her hips setting to work in his lap. Grinding down against him as hard as she can, desperate to feel him pressed up against her. His left hand slips under her skirt, palming her ass and squeezing the flesh. “Fuck.” He hisses as she moans around his fingers a little louder. The friction against her clit coupled with the three fingers in her mouth is driving her wild. He removes his digits from her mouth and she breathes in hard. 

“Messy bitch,” he pants, grinning up at her. 

“I can be so much messier.” She tosses her head back laughing, and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. He grabs the side of her neck and presses his lips to her fevered skin, sucking and biting on tender flesh, his hips bucking up into her roughly. Her thighs tightened around his legs, her cunt quivering and clenching at absolutely nothing. There’s a buzzing in her body, strong and toe curling, she’s gonna cum right here in his lap and god it’s gonna be great. 

Her fingers grip his hair yanking his head back and her lips crash onto his, sealing it as her first real kiss with Bakugou Katsuki. She’s so happy that she’s liable for having a heart attack right now. Her elation drives her on, grinding against him frantically until she pushes them both overboard. It’s just a raunchy dry hump, but it was still much better than just touching herself to the fake images in her head.

Her whole face is probably the color of his eyes and she’s so happy, basking in orgasmic bliss. She always knew she was right and this is just proof. Bakugou Katsuki likes her, like really likes her and now he’s ready to start falling in love with her.