Invisible Strings | Katsuki Bakugou

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Katsuki scoffed, "Your weak ass needs to train even at the week-end."

"Huh? Shut your mouth, asshole, my thighs are so thick that you were chocking on them back there!", she reminded him of the amazing combat move she used on him; Mirko taught her that during the internship, assuring her that trapping someone between legs was both a distraction and a fatal move.

The blonde was lucky they were walking behind him so they couldn't see his red cheeks; just remembering how his face was squeezed through her thighs made his head dizzy.

"Oh, train girl."

Lenora snapped her head toward the voice that called her, pecking from behind Katsuki's back.

"HITOSHI SHINSO!", she screamed, running to the boy. He wasn't ready for that sudden attack, so he almost fell on his butt when Len jumped on him, hugging him tightly.

"You know, just Hitoshi is fine, no need to use my full name", he patted her back, helping her return on the ground, "it's been a while."

Len sighed, fixing a strand of hair behind her ear, "Well, if we don't count the insane amount of texts I send you daily and the video calls to scold you about how you fight...yes, it's definitely been a while!"

Lenora didn't stop being friends with Shinso, but it was hard since hanging out since the dorms were built. The general study department was on the opposite side of the school facility so they never met each other, just between classes they sent occasionally waved or high-five in the hallways, but never actually stop to chat a bit.

"Guys, go ahead! See you later!", Len called Katsuki and Eijiro, waving at them.

Kirishima smiled brightly, waving back, "Bye guys!"

Katsuki's shoulders slumped down, his scowl only getting worse.

"Don't look so grumpy! I'll kiss you away that scowl later! Bye bye!", she winked at Katsuki. He shook his head, hitting Kirishima in the nape because he started laughing, dragging him away right after.

Shinso had a smug grin on his face, "Sooo, 'kiss away that scowl later', huh?", he teased her, nudging his shoulder against hers.

She felt her cheeks growing red, "It's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing."

"Alright, maybe it's something."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe", she giggled.

Len finally noticed how he was dressed in his PE tracksuit, and a gym bag hanging from his right shoulder, "You're going to train?", she asked, trying to discover something more.

Shinso told her that someone was helping him on getting better but the name of that person never slipped from his mouth and taking out something from Aizawa was impossible as well.

Shinso scratched the back of his neck, giving her a tired smile, "Yeah, no slacking either on Sunday."

"Yeah, Katsuki thinks the same", she sighed loudly, pointing at her sweaty clothes, realizing she had just hugged him with those, "holy shit, I didn't mean to hug you in this condition! I was happy to see you and didn't think about it!"