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It was 1 in the morning. Bakugou stood in the center of the dimly lit common room, like a sacrificial goat. You stood behind him. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina stood in front of him.
“Alright, and now you have to close your eyes.” You instructed.
“This is fucking stupid, and I can’t believe your dumb asses roped me into this.” Bakugou remarked, eyes closed.
“Ok, go!” Mina was buzzing with excitement.
“Concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate on what I’m saying, concentrate.” You pounded your fists on Bakugou’s back with every iteration of ‘concentrate’. He didn’t say anything, but you could hear sparks popping off of his fists. Sure, it was a stupid game, but everyone else had gone but him, and he was out of fresh insults.
You lifted your fist and placed it on top of his spiky (but surprisingly soft) hair, and then hit the top of it with your other hand. Your fingers trailed down from the top of his head to the sides of his face, fluttering slightly as they did. “Crack an egg on your head, let the yolk run down, let the yolk run down.” Bakugou’s ears pinkened, but he didn’t say anything, holding in the urge to flush across his whole face and also destroy the entire fucking building.
“Concentrate, concentrate. Concentrate on what I’m saying, concentrate.” The fists in his back were kind of like a massage, and he found himself relaxing slightly. Stupid fucking game, he told himself, deepening the scowl on his face.
“Squeeze an orange on your shoulder, let the juice drip down. Let the juice drip down.” You twisted your hands on his shoulders and trailed your fingers down his biceps. Is this even a game, or just a lame ass excuse to feel me up? He couldn’t deny that it felt nice. He couldn’t deny that he liked you enough that this was actually happening. What the fuck, was he whipped or some shit? Why was he letting this happen-
“Concentrate on what I’m saying, concentrate!” He snapped back into reality.
“Stick ten needles in your sides, let the blood drip down! Let the blood drip down!” Bakugou was ashamed to say he jumped a bit when you jabbed your fingers into his sides, and he was further angered by his body’s reaction to your fingers dancing down his sides. Blood my ass. Blood dripping down doesn’t feel like fucking foreplay.
“Stab a knife in your back, let the blood drip down, let the blood drip down,” How come it wasn’t weird when Kirishima did this to Kaminari and Mina? How come it wasn’t weird when Mina did it to you?
He was tugged back into your arms. What was that last verse again? How was he supposed to be able to concentrate on what you were saying? You were whispering in his ears now, and it was fucking him over. He wasn’t even listening. Bakugou could feel your breath across his left cheek, and your hands were still tight on his arms as he leant back into you.
What was happening again? Why was he letting it happen?
“…PUSHES YOU!!!” Your voice was suddenly loud in his ear, and he was shoved forward violently, stumbling a bit.
“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou growled, spinning around to face you. “I’ll kill you!”
“Shh, shhhh,” You looked nervously around. “You’ll wake everyone up! Besides, what color did you see?”
“I don’t know, white?” He looked at you shiftily. “You didn’t have to get all up in my ear like that, damn it.”
“Sorry,” You smirked. Bakugou fumed. What was so damn attractive about your stupid face, anyway?
“White means you die peacefully of old age!” Mina cried, checking the website.
Bakugou snorted. “Duh, nobody could fucking murder my ass.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t say red. In fact, I’m pretty sure you always see red-” Kirishima began, only-
“Finish that sentence and I’ll kill you.”