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The first time he genuinely noticed you was during training.

Bakugou always knew you were pretty, he wasn’t blind. Anyone with functional eyes could tell you were easy on the eyes. Most of your classmates agreed you were one of the prettiest, if not the prettiest face in the hero course. He thought so too.

But good looks were not enough to distract him from his goals, neither were they good enough to earn his respect, and they barely mattered in general. You didn’t matter. He was never the type to be smitten by a pretty face, and that wasn’t about to change.

He valued strength, power, cleverness, and you were just another ordinary, uninteresting classmate. With a good quirk, he had to admit, but below average fighting skills, and no outstanding intelligence or motivation. You were no match for him, far from a potential rival, so he didn’t pay attention to you at all.

You didn’t matter. So why couldn’t he focus on anything right now?

Everyone else was busy sparing with each other or exercising on their own, and here he was, standing at the corner of the room, staring at you.

His eyes were glued to your figure, your exposed waist, looking at how your ribs stuck out a little whenever you lifted your arms, how soft your skin looked, how tight fitting your shirts were, unconsciously analyzing every visible inch of your body.

He stiffened when your shirt lifted a little more as you raised your arms to stretch, revealing even more skin. His breath was caught in his throat, he couldn’t move or look away from you, as if he was bewitched. This has never happened to him before, ever.

Was your hair always so pretty? Were your lips always this plump and glossy? Did your cheekbones and jawline always look this sharp? His gaze went from your collarbones - since when were collarbones this pretty? - to your long legs - which were marked by a few purple bruises, probably because of the rough training the entire class went through.

You looked so… so doll-like, as if you were made of glass and the tiniest pressure would break you into pieces. You were far from fragile though, despite not being the best fighter in class, you had one of the best endurances due to doing ballet as a child.

He had never noticed how.. appealing you were until now - the school uniform hid all of your body except for your legs.

However, what you were wearing right now - a plain white shirt and the same dark blue pants, the school’s sports outfit that matched it’s colors - left little to the imagination. He couldn’t tell what exactly made you so alluring, you just… were.

He watched you drink from your water bottle, following the liquid’s way to your throat, and the droplets that didn’t make it, dripping down your neck all the way to your cleavage, and gulped. Some of the water stained your shirt, while some rested on the valley of your breasts.

You closed the bottle and picked up the five kilograms dumbbell Kirishima accidentally dropped – or at least, you tried to, before dropping it again, a pained look on your face as the redhead smiled at you and told you it was okay, that he could pick it up himself.

It was a known fact that you weren’t the strongest person in class. You weren’t the best at 1 to 1 fighting, and you just lacked a lot in strength, especially when it came to your upper body. Hell, you couldn’t even open a pickle jar on your own, so it wasn’t surprising that you’d struggle to lift the dumbbell.

Your strong point was dodging. That’s how you always got a decent grade at quirkless fighting : dodging all of your opponent’s moves until they ended up tired. Your stamina was really good, probably thanks to the ballet, which allowed you to stay on the ring for a while until your opponent gave up.

As for your light body, it was used to jumping around and doing your acrobatic shit - as he called it, and, though he would never say it out loud, he had never seen a fighter as gracious as you. It was like you were dancing in the air, and he’d never admit it, but he did like watching you spare with his classmates.

He wondered how well you would do against him. You were usually paired up with the girls, but what about him? He was a lot taller, a lot bigger, and definitely a lot stronger than you.

Would you try to dodge everything with him too? He’d win effortlessly anyways, he thought, imagining himself pinning you down against the floor, his heavy, bulky body against your own much thinner frame, squirming under him—

"Hey man, you good?"

Huh.

Bakugou blinked, realizing he’d been staring at you for a while now. A very long while. What seemed like an eternity to him.

"Not like you to doze off like that" said Kaminari. "Something on your mind?"

The boy huffed as he finally looked away from you, wondering what’s gotten into him too. Did he really have a 10 minutes long inner dialogue about your body out of all things? This wasn’t like him, and it won’t happen again.

There was something wrong with him. If he brushed it off as a simple distraction earlier, now he was convinced he was going crazy.

Ever since he saw you stretching in training class, you hadn’t left his mind. You were all he could think about.

More precisely, the idea of him manhandling your body, grabbing you around like you were as light as a feather, wrapping his hands around your wrists and intertwining his fingers with yours, running them through your figure and touching your hips, ribs, collar bones, cupping your face with his hands—

What the fuck.

He felt as ridiculous and perverted as the purple haired creepy fuck, he was no different, the exact same as him.

Fantasizing for hours about his classmates who he had barely spoken to in the past, and for what reason? Because she showed an inch of her skin?

She was probably completely clueless to what was happening inside of his head. She didn’t know what she did to him. He couldn’t get her out of his mind, while she was doing just fine, and it pissed him off to no end.

It was humiliating, really. Bakugou Katsuki, one of the most promising students at UA, toughest person to approach, who usually paid no attention to anyone that wasn’t worth his time, was flustered because of some random, irrelevant girl’s body.

As if he was some dumb hormonal teen - he was a second year for God’s sake, seventeen years old, yet acted like he was barely thirteen and never saw a girl’s body before. This never happened even when puberty started. It wasn’t like him to be like this.

Whatever, this is stupid, he thought, angry at you for making him flustered and even angrier at himself for being this smitten over two inches of skin.

It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, not when Yaoyorozu had been running around half naked in her hero costume since their first day in UA, not when half the girls in the class wore cropped tank tops and the same pants as you during training classes, this wasn’t new to him, and he usually didn’t care.

So what was so different with you? You had nothing special. You were nothing special.

After minutes of trying to focus on whatever Aizawa was saying, he eventually gave up and his mind drifted again, thinking about your bruised knees from the amount of training you’ve been through, your soft looking thighs, incredibly beautiful face, and how pretty your ribs were, sticking out at every move you made.

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If God existed, He definitely had a thing against Bakugou. The person sitting next to him at the cafeteria just HAD to be miss Pretty Ribs - nickname he’d given you in his head after the training class fiasco, your body’s being the only relevant thing about you, according to him. He doesn’t know why it was the ribs that came to his mind. They just did.

It’s not like he hated you.. you were actually one of the least annoying people in class, maybe the least annoying one, because you were quiet and minded your business. You weren’t as happy-go-lucky as the rest, you weren’t eager to make friends with everyone, you weren’t loud or overly friendly, you were really just there. He’d take a boring classmate over an annoyingly positive one anytime. 

Sure, it was irritating, the way you never dared to speak your mind, and just let things happen even when you clearly were not happy about the outcome, but that was none of his business now, was it?

You never tried to talk to Bakugou and he wasn’t interested in you either. You were one of the least relevant people in class and that was final.

And yet you just had to sit next to him after what happened. You weren’t aware of anything, and probably assumed the scowl on Bakugou’s face was his usual expression, but he was truly disturbed. He was not over the awakening he went through the day before that, and now you were only ten centimeters away from him, without a care in the world, having no idea about the internal debate you triggered in your classmate’s brain. 

Heck, why were you even sitting at this table?! You didn’t even belong in here. You were never around him.

Usually you’d sit with the girls, but Raccoon Eyes wanted to eat with the Bakusquad - as she dubbed them, and Bakugou would never say it out loud but he did like the name - and dragged Pretty Ribs with her. To be fair, she dragged Ribs everywhere, but this was a first. 

Bakugou might’ve looked pissed off at the moment, but you looked like you were about to die. There was a reason why you never talked to him.

You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, quite introverted even around naturally outgoing people like Mina, Tsuyu or Hakagure, so you didn’t even try to stand close to people like Bakugou, who you considered way too intimidating and scary. You knew your personalities would clash anyways, he was a short tempered ball of anger from what you had seen so far and you had the personality of a plant. 

You weren’t close to anyone in class besides Mina, just barely friends with the other girls, who you only really talked to at lunch time, when they came to you because you sucked at starting conversations, and never talked to any boy besides Midoriya whenever you needed help with math homework. 

But you wanted to have friends too! You were just bad at talking to people, and it took you a while to get comfortable with someone. Lots of people mistook you as antisocial when you just needed time. The way your class got so close so fast despite only knowing each other for a year was beyond you, and the fact that you only transferred from the general studies to the hero course a few months ago didn’t help. You constantly felt left out, despite Mina’s efforts to make you socialize. 

You told her about your struggles and rather introverted nature, hoping she’d stop dragging you everywhere, but the opposite happened :  she thought it would be a good idea to drag you to the boys lunch table. You know, the boys you had barely talked to since your first day in the hero course and you would’ve never approached on your own.

Of course, you didn’t dare saying no, and just followed her to the table as everyone that was already sitting there looked at you with round eyes. 

Uncomfortably shifting in your seat, you barely listened to whatever discourse was going on right now and took a bite of your plain tomato salad, when something stopped you in your tracks. 

Ruby colored eyes were staring right at you. Not just staring, but angrily looking at you, like you just murdered someone. Question is, why the hell was he looking at you?!

What the heck. You didn’t do anything, literally, you didn’t even look at him, so what now. You knew he had anger issues, or whatever was going on inside of his mind, you’ve seen him snap at Midoriya and other people in class even when you weren’t a part of the Hero course, but this felt different. It’s not like you even knew him, you never talked to him in your entire life. 

You were a bit annoyed, no one wants someone, a stranger on top of that, staring at them while they’re eating, but of course you wouldn’t actually tell him.

Instead, you forced yourself to stare back - you couldn’t verbally fight back and you didn’t even know where you got the guts to look at him in the eyes - and slowly ate your salad.

While chewing, you noticed Bakugou’s eyes weren’t so angry looking anymore– wait, was he staring at your mouth?!

The way you delicately ate your plain salad, slowly chewed each bite, licked your lips while not moving your head, glaring at him, with a look mixed with both anger and fear, was somewhat hot to him.

Hot. (Y/N) (L/N) eating a salad turned him on.

His gaze left your lips to stare at your frail wrists - god, they were so tiny up close. He was sure of it now, he could fit both of them in his hands.

He wanted to do it. Squeeze both of your wrists with his single hand. Pin them above your head and watch you squirm as you’d struggle to move with all your strength, which was probably not even a quarter of his.

The idea of dominating you was so appealing, so tempting, you, a random girl he literally never talked to, an extra, someone completely irrelevant.

How did he stoop so low? Really, how?

The two of you had been into this staring contest for so long you didn’t even notice everyone stopped talking, wondering what was going on in front of them.

"Am I missing something?", whispered Kirishima to Mina, startling both you and Bakugou as you suddenly woke up from your trance.

"None of your business, Shitty Hair", grumbled Bakugou, looking away from you. It took him a few seconds to go back to normal, but you were still frozen.

What the heck just happened...?

Feeling Mina’s questioning gaze on you - as well as literally everyone sitting on the table -, you looked at your plate and tried to eat a bit more, acting as if nothing happened.

As for Bakugou, he rested his cheek against his fist and stared at the void, brows furrowed and looking even angrier than usual.

He wondered if you even realized the impact you had on him, the internal monologues you triggered, the shit you made him go through.

He’d make sure you would know.

Bakugou wouldn’t leave you alone for the rest of the day since the staring contest. Not physically, but you always caught him staring, and he didn’t seem to care, because he never looked away.

You didn’t know how to feel about this. If he truly had something against you, wouldn’t he yell at you like he did with Midoriya? Then again, this didn’t feel the same

He wasn’t agressive or mean, he literally didn’t talk to you, just.. had a very insistent glare. Not Mineta kind of insistent, but you felt naked - as funny as it sounds - under his gaze, and you didn’t like the feeling.

You couldn’t help but blush whenever you had eye contact, and you didn’t have the guts to stare back anymore, but you were seriously wondering what was going on. 

Should you talk to him first? What if he just acted like nothing was wrong? You’d feel so stupid, probably say something like nevermind, guess I was making up all those times you were burning holes through me, and run of your life. 

But this is Bakugou... what if he just got mad at you and didn’t give you any answer at all? Yep, sounds like something he would do. 

Maybe go ask his friends? No, you were way too shy to do that. You never talked to them and how would you even tackle the topic? Hey, your friend keeps glaring at me, was wondering if he ever said a thing about it? No? Okay thanks I guess.

They would just tell you it’s classic Bakugou anyways. Not to mention the questions this would ensure - are you sure? Why do you think he’s doing that? Is something going on between you two? Yeah, you didn’t need that.

Your other option was Mina. She was the only person you were kind of close to in class, and she was somewhat close to Bakugou as well. Maybe if you begged her to not tell anyone about this and not ask any weird questions, she’d just help you out. 

Yeah, you’ll just talk to her about it.

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It was 11PM, meaning it was way past the time he usually went to sleep, yet Bakugou was reluctantly sitting next to Kirishima as the boys were ( almost ) all reunited in Kaminari’s not so spacey room.

The decoration was tacky and the place full of random objects Kaminari has been collecting for years, making the bedroom really cramped, especially with ten boys sitting on the ground. 

"What about you, Bakugou?"

"Hah?"

"If you had to date someone in class, who would it be?"

"No one. " He answered, half annoyed, because first of all, that wasn’t anyone’s business, but he wasn’t even lying.

He was never interested in dating. He’d had several people, of any gender confessing to him or asking him out, and he simply didn’t give a shit about them. He had better to do than playing lovey dovey with someone.

Relationships meant feelings, commitment - or else it was just a complete waste of time and money - and he didn’t need or want all that. That and anyone would end up running away after getting to know him anyways.

Kaminari looked disappointed and was about to ask someone else, but Sero didn’t give up yet.

"Say you have to date someone in 2-A, who would it be? The closest person to your ideal type or whatever."

Surprisingly, Bakugou thought about it for a bit instead of dismissing the question. Was there anyone?

His mind went to Uraraka - she was good at fighting, with a decent quirk and wasn’t as annoying as the rest of his classmates. He wasn’t attracted to her in the slightest, but she was okay, so if he was forced to stick around someone in class, it’d probably be her.

"I guess Cheeks."

Half the boys looked confused, but those that were usually around Bakugou immediately picked up on it.

"Uraraka?! Now that’s not what I was expecting," laughed Kaminari.

"Uraraka, huh? Did last year’s Sports Festival start this? You’ve been different around her ever since."

"Seems like Midoriya has competition." grinned Sero.

"Shut up, she’s the one I would date if I had no choice. I don’t give a shit about romance," grumbled Bakugou, regretting his answer already.

The boys kept interrogating each other, and Bakugou didn’t bother listening anymore, though he did feel weird when he realized half the guys in the room answered with your name.

Now that he thinks about it, you weren’t as good as Uraraka when it came to fighting, but you were still okay. Not everything had to be strength driven, you had top tier endurance and moved around really easily, being able to dodge even the strongest moves. 

Your quirk was decent as well - manipulating temperatures, which had tons of alternatives and was actually deadly when used wrong -, your personality was alright - and the way you glared at him at lunch reminded him you did have some guts after all.

On top of that, you were the prettiest face in class, though looks didn’t matter that much to him.

Should’ve answered Ribs like everyone else. 

The topic gradually changed from the person they would date to the hottest girl in the Hero course, and though Bakugou wasn’t planning on answering, the words came out of his mouth anyways when Sero questioned him.

"Ribs."

Everyone looked at Kirishima and Kaminari, expecting a translation, but even them looked confused.

"... Ribs?"

Shit. "(L/N)," he mumbled.

Now everyone was looking at him with widened eyes.

"Thought your answers would be the opposite. Date someone like (L/N) and Uraraka as hottest, or maybe Yao-momo," remarked Sero.

"So that’s your type huh...", muttered a thoughtful Fumikage.

"Didn’t think you’d be into someone like (L/N)," commented Ojiro.

This was getting on his nerves. You were hot, not every girl looking like you. It was just you. He didn’t have a type. He never said he had one. And what did he mean, into that? What was up with the condescending tone?

"Didn’t think you’d pick (L/N) either," said Kirishima, genuinely surprised Bakugou mentioned someone he usually never even glanced at.

"(L/N)’s pretty, but since we’re talking about bodies, isn’t she way too thin? She’s a literal stick, it’s almost scary," snickered Monoma, who joined - though no one invited him - them earlier. "Don’t you want something to grab?"

This was the last straw.

"The fucks wrong with that?!"

The way they talked about your body angered him. The negative undertones. As if they meant « seriously, out of everyone? »

Your body was fucking perfect. So perfect it haunted his mind for days. And how could they say shit like this and face you with a straight face? Who even asked Monoma?

"You better apologize to her. Say you’re sorry or I’m beating the fuck out of you tomorrow, " he spat, grabbing the blonde boy by his shirt. Monoma gulped.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry okay?! What the hell.."

"Tell that to her, not me."

He released Monoma and left the room, as he was done with this anyways, not without banging the door against the wall. The entire building probably heard him. Shouldn’t have ruined my sleep schedule for this, he thought. He was never listening to Kaminari ever again.

Those who didn’t know him that well dismissed it as classic Bakugou behavior, though surprised he’d put up a fight for his classmate, but the 2-A boys were the most surprised.

It wasn’t like him to get this mad over a classmate, usually he wouldn’t care, would he? No one agreed with Monoma’s statement or thought it was okay, as they all scolded him afterwards, but none of them expected Bakugou out of all people to defend you.

This day was already starting weird.

First of all, because you slept late again, resulting in you waking up way too late and skipping your breakfast, even though you had been looking forward to eat the homemade banana pancakes you cooked yourself. 

Second, because the first person you talked to today was Monoma out of all people, apologizing and nervously looking left and right.

He didn’t even say why he was sorry, and you didn’t remember him doing anything to you, and why did he look so frightened? He looked like a lost animal held at a gunpoint. What goes on in 2-B... You’d have to ask Shinsou about it.

Confused, you tried to brush this off and walked to the main hall, where the girls were standing. Mina ran to you the moment she saw you. 

"(Y/N)! We were thinking of going to McDonald’s with the others after class, do you want to go with us?"

To be honest, after the lunch glaring contest, you didn’t really want to face Bakugou and he was probably coming, since Mina being there meant Kirishima being there, and Kirishima would definitely drag Bakugou.

Still, Mina was kind enough to ask you if you wanted to join, wouldn’t it be rude to refuse? She knew you had nothing to do after class too. You had no excuse.

"Sure, I’ll be there too."

You just prayed Bakugou would leave you alone.

You walked in the classroom, feeling a lot of the boys eyes on you - or was it just you imagining it? Still, the look on Kaminari’s face was so insistent, and strangely questioning. You were sure you didn’t do anything weird yesterday. Was it because of the glaring contest? Did you have something on your face?

Yeah, today was so weird already.

After class ended, Mina wanted to eat lunch with the rest of the girls and you were glad. Not just because you wouldn’t have to face Bakugou, but because literally half of the boys in your class kept staring at you, and you’ve never felt this uncomfortable in your entire life – okay, that was exaggerating a bit, but really, everything felt so off.

You sat between Mina and Tsuyu, and started with your dessert first – a bad habit you developed after becoming addicted to sweets and pastries. Today, the highlight of your plate was a large slice of pear and chocolate cake. No main dish could compare to cake, especially the ones served here.

You weren’t listening to whatever the girls were talking about as you never were a part of the conversation - not that they left you out, but you were too nervous to talk. You sucked at small talk or joining in conversations, and it’s not like you were really friends with anyone here. Your classmates were used to you just standing there and listening anyways.

However, you nearly dropped your fork as you distantly heard your name coming up in the conversation.

"I’m sorry, what?" You weren’t listening at all, and only heard your last name. 

"Kaminari told me they had a boys night in his room and Bakugou nearly beat up Monoma when he mentioned you," whispered Jirou.

Monoma mentioned you yesterday? And coincidentally he apologized to you this morning. 

"Why did Monoma talk about me anyways? What did he say?"

Jirou didn’t look like she really wanted to tell you, but you really wanted to know. What was the point in bringing this up if she was going to keep the most important thing to herself?

"Are you sure you want to know...?"

Oh God. Was it that bad?

"Just tell me already!" you urged her.

"It’s not very important–"

"Tell me."

"... Basically, he… kind of called you a stick...", she muttered, and for some reason you had a feeling she softened the actual sentence by a lot. 

A pregnant pause took place.

"Not that there’s anything wrong with that!!" half yelled Jirou, trying to reassure you, but it was too late. "I mean– you’re not even a stick– you’re perfectly fine! He’s an idiot, don’t let that get to you!"

"Oh." was all you said, but it was enough for the girls to understand you were offended. It took you a while to process the rest of what she said.

"... and Bakugou got mad at him?"

"Yeah.. Kaminari told me it was crazy, he was this close to banging his head against the wall. He told him to apologize to you."

Explains the weird interaction you had with Monoma first thing in the morning.

As Uraraka clumsily tried to change the topic, giving you side glances to make sure you were okay, all you could think about was what Jirou just told you.

Not what Monoma said - though his words were getting to you, this wasn’t the first time you got body shamed. You were hurt, really, but what truly occupied your mind right now was the Bakugou part.

He was always so mean and abrasive you assumed he hated pretty much everyone in class, you included. And since the glaring contest, you were convinced he couldn’t stand you.

But he stood up for you - forced Monoma to apologize, even. This was none of his business, so why...?

Not that you were mad, you were actually thankful. It just was mind blowing to you that HE was the one that defended you.

And though he wasn’t your favorite classmate, you’d have to thank him later for sticking up to you.

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You weren’t looking forward to going to McDonald’s with your classmates, but you did say you’d come, so there was no backing out now.

Wouldn’t refusing last minute mean Monoma’s comments got to you? Which is true, you felt shitty, but the others didn’t have to know that. Plus, you already said yes. It was too late. 

Once there, you thankfully realised there was half the class, meaning you won’t have to participate in whatever conversation they would have, and would get away with staying silent. 

You sat between Tsuyu and Mina, and Kirishima was in front of you. He was sitting between Bakugou and Kaminari.

You were only half thankful you weren’t close to the blonde boy this time, as he didn’t scare you as much as he used to, probably because of what you heard this morning. Knowing he defended you made him a lot less scary, though he was still intimidating.

In a way, Monoma wasn’t wrong. You were thinner than most, there was no sugarcoating it. You were already thin as a child, but while your peers put on some weight when they started puberty, you did not.

Your relatives kept feeding you, asking if your parents nourished you correctly, if you had some kind of mental illness, even your parents tried to cook heavier meals, but you barely gained any weight in the past three years. Even your doctor told you this was unhealthy, despite telling him multiple times you were naturally underweight, and you couldn’t help it. 

You did try to gain weight back in middle school and eventually gave up, but maybe that was a bad idea. You should’ve tried harder. You remembered the biology classes from middle school, carbs and processed sugar are the foods that make you gain weight the most easily right? And you were at a fast food place.

Without a second thought, you ordered the biggest burger in the menu, extra large fries with melted cheese as supplement, a large banana milkshake and a chocolate syrup and Oreo ice cream as dessert.

The whole table looked at you with round eyes.

"… Are you sure you’ll be able to eat all this?" asked Jirou carefully.

The worried tone in her voice kind of pissed you off. Not that she was wrong to ask, but you were getting sick of concerning people.

"I didn’t eat this morning so I’m pretty hungry..", you lied.

Truth is, you had a filling breakfast - strawberry jam toasts with scrambled eggs on the side, one of your favorites -and wasn’t really hungry, but wouldn’t the others judge you if you just got a simple meal?

Wouldn’t they think you were doing this on purpose?

To be honest, what Monoma said revived one of your biggest fears - other people’s judgment.

People always commented on how little you ate as a child, asking if your parents fed you correctly, forcing you to eat more, making unwanted remarks about your body.

Growing up, you started to feel very self-conscious about your figure, and people got meaner as well. Suddenly, you were at fault for neglecting yourself - which was not even true -, no one will ever want a girl that’s as thin as a stick, no curves, nothing that’s even remotely attractive.

Your worries faded a little when you got into UA, but apparently you were naive for thinking this would end as soon as high school started.

As soon as you got your order, you took a huge bite from the burger, and felt a burning gaze on you, again. Bakugou was staring at you. For the 10th time since last week.

But, weirdly enough, this didn’t bother you as much as it did last time. Maybe because you knew he was one of the only people that didn’t bodyshame you in his head. You were wondering what the others thought of you, were they the same as Monoma? Did they silently agree?

But despite being a little more comfortable around Bakugou, what was up with that angry look?

Brushing this off and ignoring him, you finished eating your burger quickly and were halfway through the fries when you felt a sudden pang in your stomach.

You already felt full.

It was as if your stomach was about to burst. Your pants felt tight on you and you couldn’t eat anything else even if you really wanted to. Not only that, but you felt seriously sick, like you were about to vomit everything out.

Gulping, you took a sip from your – nearly full – drink and leaned back on the chair, a hand massaging your belly as you sighed. You heard an annoyed growl and looked up to see Bakugou looking at you, his eyes filled with anger...? disapproval...?

You couldn’t tell.

Thankfully, no one made a comment on how much food you left on your plate - the half eaten fries and the chocolate ice cream, as well as most of your banana milkshake - as they all were invested in a heated discourse about pro heroes, to which you were surprised Bakugou didn’t participate in.

It was the same as always, you did want to participate, but you just didn’t know how to. You truly envied the others for being able to join a conversation just like that. Despite knowing these people for a while now, you still weren’t fully comfortable with them.

You felt like you were ruining your high school years. Not having friends, not being able to even talk to your classmates… How pathetic.

You all left the place after thirty minutes, and your stomachache didn’t get better, unfortunately.

You were walking behind everyone, a sad sight, really. Your tummy hurt a lot too. What a shit day.

"Why did you even get this much food, dumbass? Everyone knew damn well you would never finish all that."

You stiffened. You were so focused on your hurting stomach and internally whining over your fate that you hadn’t noticed Bakugou walking behind you.

"I told you, I was hungry." you lied again.

Now you were just pissed. Why did he even care?! Was it that fun to judge everything you did?

"Bullshit."

You raise an eyebrow. He hardly knew you. What did he mean, bullshit? You were bullshitting, but what’s it to him, really? "And how do you know that?"

"Last time at the cafeteria. You only ate the dessert." 

Oh. You weren’t expecting an actual answer. " How do you even remember that? I can’t remember what I did yesterday.. "

"If you got shit memory that’s on you. I just remember."

It was hard to believe that Bakugou Katsuki, the guy that didn’t even remember his own classmates quirks during something as important as the Sports Festival, easily remembered what an irrelevant student like you ate for lunch a week ago.

Does this mean he cares a little? Why else would he remember that?

What Monoma said crossed your mind again, and you felt the need to talk to someone, anyone. You wanted to vent out your feelings so badly, and you’ve never had anyone you could rant to.

Usually, you would just brush this off and pretend it never happened, never mention it again, but you had to thank him first.

"I heard about what you did to Monoma last night. Jirou told me."

"That damn-"

"I wanted to say thank you."

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you. Clearly he wasn’t expecting that.

"That was kind of you, defending me like that," you continued. "You didn’t have to but you did it anyways. Never thought I’d see Monoma apologizing to anyone, especially me. Thank you a lot."

His eyes never left yours as you spoke.

"If that’s why you ordered enough food to knock out two people, you’re being stupid."

"What the- What the hell?! I was just thanking you–" Nevermind then, I’m not venting to him or anyone, ever, you thought, now feeling stupid.

"Don’t let some damn extra’s words get to you, dumbass. Who cares what he thinks of you? If that asswipe tells you to kill yourself, you’re throwing yourself off a building?"

Easy to say when you’ve never been picked on. No one would tell Mister Six-Pack anything. First of all, there was nothing to criticize, he was always muscular, and second, no one would dare tell him anything anyways. You were kind of jealous of that. If only you were as outspoken as him. 

You stared at the ground as you kept walking.

"It’s not that deep… I’m fine." You played with a strand of your hair.

"We both know you aren’t. You’ve been looking shitty since classes started."

He noticed. Someone noticed how badly you were doing. He wasn’t annoyingly concerned either, he just noticed you didn’t feel good, and was calling you out on what you did.

Your anger faded a little as you realized he really did care, in a way. He just had a twisted way of showing it.

Your gaze softened and so did your voice, as you looked up to him again.

"Thank you for caring, but I’ll be fine."

He didn’t reply at first, just walking and looking away from you, brows furrowed.

"... just don’t do anything stupid, got it?"

He didn’t deny he cared.

"And don’t listen to anyone’s words ever again. People shit talk each other all the time. Don’t let it get to you. You’re fucking fine."

You barely heard him, and to be honest, you couldn’t believe he said that. That was so unlike him, so out of character.

Your eyes widened as he left your side and walked towards the group, leaving you alone.

Your cheeks were practically burning at this point. Your stomach felt weird, only this time it wasn’t because of the excess of food. 

Chapter Text

It’s been a day since you went to McDonalds, and yet you couldn’t get your hot headed classmate out of your mind.

If he scared you shitless just a week ago, to the point you wouldn’t approach him even if somebody paid you to do it, you now thought he was kind of sweet, in his own way. You  wanted to talk to him again, maybe even be friends, except you didn’t know what to say or how to approach him.

It was the first time you wanted to make friends with someone so eagerly. Usually you were on your own, and if someone approached you, you’d just stick around, but you really, really wanted to talk to him more.

However, you had two problems.

Problem number one : Bakugou was less scary, but he was still intimidating. At this point, you were sure he was born with that angry face, and when he wasn’t glaring, his blank expression was still throwing you off. He was the worst case of resting bitch face you had ever seen in your life.

Problem number two : it didn’t help that he was - surprisingly enough - constantly surrounded by his classmates. Kirishima never left his side, and when it wasn’t him, it was Kaminari, Midoriya, or even Todoroki that were around.

Sighing as you closed your locker, you tried to figure out a way to talk to him again, but your mind was blank. It was like the universe was against you.

After school was practically impossible, he either just headed to his room - and you were not going there - or stayed in the dorms, surrounded by people as always.

Early morning wasn’t it too, he left his room way earlier than you did to go training and you’d probably just end up annoying him. You wanted to make friends, not be a hindrance.

Lunch time definitely wasn’t it, you’d never have the guts to try small talk with him in front of everyone, even if they weren’t listening, and asking him to eat alone with you was a big no so far. Not only would it sound like a date, but you weren’t even friends yet, just mere acquaintances.

Realizing you used up the entire day, you pouted. There had to be a way... But how?

Your thoughts were cut short by someone bumping into you, making you drop your school bag and the stuff inside it.

"Ah– I’m so sorry, (L/N)! I wasn’t paying attention!"

Midoriya was facing you, and bent over to pick up your bag and give it back to you. "It’s okay, I’m the one that spaced out in the middle of the hall."

An idea suddenly crossed your mind, and you cursed yourself for not thinking of this earlier. Midoriya’s the nicest person you knew, he would never refuse you a favor. 

You internally grinned and grabbed the boy’s backpack handle as he was about to leave. 

"Midoriya! Can you help me with something?"

He turned around and answered you with a bright smile. "Sure, what do you need help with?" Sweet, adorable Midoriya!

You leaned a little towards him, lowering your voice to voice your request. Please say yes and don’t ask any questions, please say yes and don’t ask any questions, please say—

"Kacchan’s phone number?!"

You hid your face against your pillow, squealing as you held your phone with Bakugou’s phone number registered on it.

You got it! God bless Midoriya, now you could talk to him without anyone noticing. Texting would definitely be easier than actually facing him and talking, given your awkwardness and his... um... rather unpredictable personality.

Plus, you sucked at small talk.

Opening the messaging app, you picked his contact, which you registered as " Bakugou " - instead of something actually cute, because you’re a pussy - and started typing.

Then deleted your text.

Then typed again.

hiiiii ^__^

That was lame, but you had no idea how to start a conversation, so you just went with this. What else could you say, anyways? Hiii, I’m (Y/N), the classmate you yelled at yesterday who somehow got your phone number even though we never really talked 😁👍 haha wdym I seem like a stalker? 

Worded like that, he’d probably get a restraining order, and you wouldn’t even blame him for that.

It took Bakugou exactly four minutes to answer you.

who the fuck are you

(L/N)!

No answer.

... ribs

You assumed that was your nickname since that’s what he called you last time, although you had no idea why your nickname ended up being Ribs out of all things.

No, seriously, why was it even Ribs? You’d have to ask him that someday.

You thought he didn’t remember your actual name, hence why he didn’t answer directly, but on the other side of the screen, Bakugou nearly dropped his phone. He was expecting anything but that. 

how the hell did you get my number

magicians never real their secrets 😼 I’m not telling you

Read 20:07

Did he really leave you on read?!

are you still here?

i know you’re here so answer me ):

oh come on

youre such a kid 

Read 20:11

You sighed and just hoped poor Midoriya wouldn’t have to suffer because of what you were about to do. Forgive me Midoriya... I’ll carry you to Recovery Girl tomorrow, promise.

fine it was midoriya... now stop ignoring me T___T

His answer was almost immediate.

fucking knew it

that damn nerd

im beating up his ass tomorrow 

you’re not beating up anyone!! leave him alone ;__;

the fuck

why are you siding up with him

because he’s sweet and my friend

i think

i mean friends or not he’s sweet nonetheless please give the poor boy a break

go talk to stupid Deku if you like him so much

i only want to talk to you though （ ╹◡╹ ） ♡

This was also why you liked texts better - you were a lot bolder when typing. You would’ve never, ever said that out loud, especially not in front of Bakugou.

You wondered if that was a good idea to send this though, as the boy took a while to answer. You saw him type, then stop, then type again, and giggled. Was he getting embarrassed?

stop using those dumbass emojis

what why?? theyre so cute wtf  ｡ﾟ ( ﾟ இ ‸ இ ﾟ + )ﾟ

PLEASE THIS ONE IS SO FUNNY LOOKING

looks dumb as hell

like you

rude

mean

unprovoked

you made me tear up

feel bad yet?

i dont care

leave  me alone

if you don’t care why do you keep answering 🖕🖕🖕

No reply after a minute.

WTF ANSWER ME

I WANST TRLLING YOU TO DTPO I WAS JUST TEASING YOU I PRKOMISE

it’s been five seconds what the fuck

and stop with the typos

not that hard to type properly

am tired please leave my typos alone

then go to sleep

its literally 8pm

i’m going to sleep soon so you better shut up

don’t wanna hear you blowing up my phone all night

soon??

again, it’s 8pm

omg

do you have like ... a bedtime

what are you, 9?

i wake up early to go training dumbass

yea i know

You froze. Technically you weren’t supposed to know.

IM NTO STALKINSG YOU OR ANYTHING i just came across you while you were training i swear

bullshit

came across me at 5 in the morning

you’re always late to class

can’t even wake up at 7 and expect me to buy this 

Now it was his turn to freeze behind his screen. He just wanted to shut you up, but his argument backfired - he wasn’t supposed to know you tend to wake up late.

?!?!?!?!

you noticed ??

You felt fuzzy again. This wasn’t the first time he mentioned something barely noticeable about you, and the thought of him memorizing something as irrelevant as you coming late to class made you feel all warm inside.

i’m going to sleep.

one more message and I block you

Coward, you thought.

its sad how your sleep schedule comes before me

fine then

go to sleep you big baby

You knew you’d regret sending the last message, but hit send anyways.

goodnight <3333

You threw your phone on your bed and squished your face against your soft pillow for the second time this night, waiting for the now familiar buzzing of your phone.

It never came.

Was he sleeping already? Your message was meant to be read in a light, teasing tone but did he misunderstand it as flirting? 

Grabbing your phone, you quickly unlocked it, rambling on how leaving you on read again was seriously rude, but what you read was even worse.

You are no longer able to send messages to this user.

So the one more message and I block you threat was serious... 

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You have this terrible habit of doing things recklessly when you’re not wide awake. Not thinking twice when doing something. Blabbering about the dumbest things. Being a lot more impulsive.

You were really tired yesterday and ended up borderline flirting with freaking Bakugou Katsuki. Why. What went through your mind to do that. What the fuck is wrong with you.

You truly didn’t mean the goodnight with the ten meters long heart as a flirty message, but now re-reading the chat, it really sounds like you were— oh God.

Trying to burry that memory in the back of your brain so you could pretend like nothing happened, you enter the classroom, not even daring to breathe.

Tough luck, Bakugou usually sits right behind you. And he raises his head the moment you walk in. Great. Just peachy.

You walk to your desk without a word, which isn’t really shocking as you never talked to him in class, or anywhere else really.

And yet you felt two eyes burning holes through your back as you pass his desk. His eyes are stuck on yours, and he looks even angrier than usual, you notice. You stare back at him, and you’re about to ask why he looks so pissed, when the door opens again.

Present Mic’s appearance interrupts your second staring contest this month - which only lasted a few seconds, and yet you feel like it lasted a good ten minutes. Cheeks red, you try to focus on today’s lesson, but there’s no use. You can’t get him out of your mind, and eventually give up on listening to whatever your teacher was rambling about.

You’re fucking annoying, decides Bakugou. Forget the times he thought you were the least annoying person in class, you even beat Kaminari and were only behind fucking Deku at this point. 

Nevermind the way you effortlessly haunted his mind just last week, you’ve never been this infuriating. Being all mushy and annoying and flirty in texts when you can’t even look at him in the eyes today.

He cannot believe you’re the one that sent him those texts yesterday – if he didn’t know you better ( as in, know you barely have any friends ) he’d think Kaminari was pulling a prank on him.

You were always quiet, boring and dull, with the personality of a brick, and here you were, sending him cute annoying ass emojis and spamming him with hearts, fucking up his sleep schedule because that’s literally all he thought about for an hour straight before finally sleeping.

All this and you didn’t even talk to him this morning. Didn’t even look at him. You pretended like he didn’t exist. You were the biggest coward, a fucking pussy, and he knew it, but your behavior still hurt his pride.

Were you that pissed about him blocking you? Did you care this much?

Or was it the complete opposite? Was he suddenly not worthy of your attention? Were you mocking him yesterday? Being all annoyingly cute just to tease him, make fun of him? 

Class ends and you practically run away from the classroom. He picks up his bag and heads to the cafeteria, unconsciously following you. He finds you talking to Mina, except that instead of the usual uncomfortable pout you have around everyone in class, you look apologetic.

"... are you sure? ", Mina asks with worried eyes.

"I’m sure! I don’t feel like eating today," you answer with the fakest smile, and he knows for a fact you’re lying. Your stomach growled so much during class, he heard it, everyone in class did. Why are you lying?

"If you say so.." The girl doesn’t seem convinced, but also does not want to bother you further. "I’ll eat with the guys then."

"Enjoy your meal!" your enthusiasm sounds forced. It pisses him off. Every interaction you have with your classmates is off, but this is ten times worse. He waits until the pink haired girl leaves and pulls you by the back of your uniform.

"Oi."

You stiffen. That grumpy voice. Of course he had to be right behind you. Of fucking course.

You hesitantly raised your head and looked at him with a forced smile. "Yes...?"

He stares back, unimpressed. "What the fuck was that." His sentence doesn’t even sound like a question, just a statement, or an observation.

"... What are you talking about?" You’re not sure what he’s referring to. What the fuck was what? 

"Stop playing dumb."

"I’m not playing dumb. What do you mean?"

He loudly sighs, annoyed, and pulls your arm towards the queue waiting to get a plate.

"Wait, I already have–"

"Shut up."

This is not the first time he cuts you off, and you’re not very happy about it, but you decide to stay silent, not wanting him to scold you in front of everyone. You catch a few students staring, and you don’t want to make it worse.

Still, what is he so mad about exactly? You did ignore him a bit, but it’s not like you usually talked to each other, especially not in class. You just texted each other yesterday. And you just didn’t tell him anything this morning –  was this what pissed him off? Did he want you to greet him every morning?

If that’s why he’s so pissed, what a child. You would be lying if you said it completely annoyed you though. It means he wants to talk to you as much as you want to talk to him, right? That’s a win for you.

You silently take your plate and only pick a salad and eggs. Not only is that the cheapest thing in the menu, but you already have food in your backpack, and don’t think you can eat anything heavier than that. That’s what you were trying to tell him, but he didn’t even let you speak. You spent the entire evening cooking yourself your lunch. 

He glares at your plate but doesn’t say anything, just dragging you to a table at the back of the cafeteria. He throws his plate on the table and you sit down in front of him, having no choice. 

"Are you going to explain all that? Why did you drag me here?"

"Why didn’t you eat with Raccoon Eyes."

... How silly of you to think he was just pissed you didn’t say hi.

"None of your business.", you coldly answer, disappointment written all over your face. "If that’s why you made me buy lunch, you owe me 1500 Yen."

"First you nearly rob a fast food place and now you’re skipping meals. We have training soon. If you don’t eat enough your brain dead ass is gonna faint in front of the whole class."

You blink. What now?

"The fuck happened to the three meals a day rule?! You’re a fucking hero in training. You need to eat healthy. Your body’s meant to be nourished. Not to mention you won’t have enough energy to do anything, and you’re already weak as shit so—"

This time, it’s your turn to cut him off.

"Bakugou. I have my lunch in my backpack."

He blinks back. You stare at each other for a few seconds.

"Your stomach kept growling this morning. " he roars in an accusing tone.

"Yeah.. Didn’t have the time to eat breakfast because I was going to be late " you sheepishly answer, looking away.

"Then why didn’t you eat with–"

"I didn’t feel like eating with everyone, okay? I wanted to be on my own. I knew Mina wouldn’t leave me alone if I told her I wanted to eat lunch without anyone else so I said I wasn’t angry."

You pull out the plastic box from your backpack, revealing a large amount of noodles and tteokbokki.

"I overdid it yesterday, do you want some? You’re already sitting with me so..."

"You’re not skipping meals?"

"I’m telling you I’m not!!"

You open the box, took your fork and put half of your lunch on his plate. This is just instant noodles you stir fried and rice cakes from the convenience store, but you’re still a bit flustered about sharing food you cooked with someone else.

"Doesn’t look half bad", he grunts.

You both eat silently. A few minutes passed, but the awkwardness is fading a little. You realize he already ate half of what you put in his plate, despite him being a picky eater, especially when it comes to other people’s cooking.

"How’s my lunch?"

"Not bad."

Usually you would’ve been a bit offended at the short, dry answer but knowing this was Bakugou, it felt kind of gratifying. You heard about how good of a cook he was and were surprised he didn’t niptick about anything.

"But tastes bland. Should’ve made this spicier."

Spoke too soon.

"... But this is spicy. I added hot sauce and pepper."

"Didn’t feel shit. Make it spicier next time."

Why would I make my own lunch spicier than I can handle, you think. You couldn’t handle anymore than this.

But he could. Was he asking you to cook him lunch again? You blush at the thought of him eating something you would’ve made especially for him, and smile to yourself.

"You’re fucking weird.", he suddenly declares, pulling you out from your thoughts.

"How am I weird?" you ask, offended. That was rich coming from him.

"You act all quiet and boring in front of everyone, then you do the shit you did yesterday," you stiffen at his words. You hoped he just forgot about it. "then you act like I don’t fucking exist the day after that. And now you’re giving me half your meal and being all smiles and shit."

... Was he scolding you because you didn’t say hi? It wasn’t about the messages after all? You got it right at first?

"You’re mad because I didn’t come up to your desk and talk to you?"

" You didn’t even look– forget it. " he grumbles, realizing how childish he sounds, swallowing a big spoon of noodles to stuff his mouth.

"You’re so dramatic, " you giggle. " I’m sorry for ignoring you even if it was just for a few minutes. Next time I’ll tell you good morning and kiss your cheeks like they do it in Italy. "

He furiously blushes.

"It’s France you dumb ass. And the only thing you’re kissing is the ground if you approach me." he warns you in a menacing tone.  You giggled again, and he furrows his brows.

"You’re so fucking weird."

"What now," you ask in a teasing tone. At this point you just find the exchange hilarious. "What did I do this time?"

"You’re a whole other person from yesterday. And a week ago."

"That’s so not true!", you counter, refusing to admit that he, in fact, was kind of right. You’re a lot more talkative in texts.

"And you’re never like this with the others. Not with Raccoon, no one else. Why."

"You’re asking me why I’m laughing today...?"

"Why with me."

Oh.

You decide to be honest.

"I’m not really extroverted or at ease with large groups of people.. and it takes me a while to get comfortable with someone." , you admit. "I always feel out of place with the rest. Mina’s sweet but she always drags me everywhere and I just feel like a burden, y’know? Plus I have the personality of a plant."

He surprisingly doesn’t interrupt you and just listens.

"I feel comfy with you though. Dunno why, but I like talking to you."

He doesn’t answer. Just keeps stuffing his mouth. You’re wondering if he’s doing it to avoid talking.

"Oh, that reminds me! Gimme your phone." You extend your arm towards him.

"I’m not giving you my phone, get back!" 

"At least unblock me!" you pout. "I was just telling you to sleep well.."

"I told you to leave me alone," he deadpans. "I warned you. Your fault."

"Fine then. But no more good night messages. Don’t beg me to send you one tonight."

"Fuck you, I won’t."

"Right, right.. No need to get so defensive. Got it."

A comfortable silence takes place. You’re almost done with your meal and Bakugou already finished his plate. You take a bite from the untouched salad – you can’t believe he made you buy a meal for no reason. The noodles were more than enough. If only he let you speak.

"They don’t think you’re a burden. You’re an idiot."

You lower your head to the side, confused. It takes you a few seconds to realize he’s talking about what you told him earlier.

"They like you. Raccoon Eyes, Shitty Hair, even Dunce Face. Cheeks likes you too. Deku likes you. You’re the only one that thinks you’re annoying."

You swallow the salad you’ve been chewing for a minute and a half now. Blood rises to your cheeks and despite being a little embarrassed, realizing that you really were childish, you feel grateful.

You needed to hear that. It feels good, to have someone reassure you. Especially someone as blunt as Bakugou. 

You just smile and nod, silently thanking him. 

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Heading back to class after the lunch break, you find Mina and Uraraka standing next to your desk and giving you weird looks. They’re both grinning and giggling, for whatever reason, but the way they look at you makes you feel a bit uneasy.

You sit down but they don’t move, still staring at you. You feel like a cornered animal, and gulp as they both bend over your desk.

"Um... Can I help you?"  you hesitantly ask, not caring to sound how formal that sounded.

"Ditching us to eat with Bakugou? Really?", suddenly giggles Mina, and you relax. Turns out it was just that and nothing important– wait, how did she even know?!

"How did you– how do you know..?" you ask in sheer confusion.

"I saw you two while leaving the cafeteria, but that’s besides the point." she grins at you and you blush a little.

"I didn’t do it on purpose.. He forced me to eat with him." you pout, remembering the way he dragged you to the waiting line.

"Bakugou wanted you to eat with him? ", questions Uraraka, who can’t hide her surprise.

"Dragged me by the uniform. Sorry Mina, I didn’t mean to ditch you for anyone."

"I’m not mad at all! I just can’t believe he did that," she half yells, letting everyone in class hear about your conversation.

"What exactly happened, Ribbit?"

"Bakugou wanted to eat with (L/N)?! "

"(Y/N), is it true?"

"Um.." You have no idea what to answer. You hate it, how everyone is now surrounding you, waiting for you to say something.

You don’t want to say anything that could embarrass him, and it’s none of their business anyways, why exactly did you have to tell them about it? Why did you have to justify yourself? Couldn’t two classmates just eat together?

"Guys, maybe we shouldn’t gang up on her like that," tries Midoriya. "Let’s just leave it alone.."

"I..."

"Out of my way," grumbles a voice you three knew too well. "And why are you all cornering her?!"

"We’re leaving," snickers Mina, flashing the boy the brightest smile she could make while he just glares at her.

He moves his glare from the pink haired girl to you, except this time it feels even angrier. He sits down on his chair and you turn around to face him. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his eyes burning. 

"If something makes ya’ uncomfortable, say it. I’m not going to save your ass all the time."

You nod, embarrassed he had to come to your rescue even though you should’ve handled it yourself, but thankful.

It’s nearing 9pm, past Bakugou’s bedtime, you note, as you headed to the dorms kitchen.

Make it spicier next time, was what he said, and though he didn’t say it directly, what you got from that is that he wanted you to cook him another meal, right?

You looked up tons of recipes in your bedroom, wanting to make him something different than the usual food they serve at the cafeteria.

But after half an hour of researching, you settled for a chicken curry recipe, hoping it wouldn’t be too hard. You could cook, but your skills were limited, and messing up meant embarrassing yourself as it was for someone else, so you gave up on trying something new.

That, and the person you’re cooking for is much more skilled than you. His opinion kind of means something to you, too. You don’t know why, but you really want to get a positive response from him.

You picke up a large frying pan, the ingredients needed, and start  chopping the chicken as the onions, garlic and ginger are cooking over medium heat.

You add the chicken to the pan, fried it for about five minutes, stirring through the hot sauce, tomatoes, and chili pepper paste you bought at the convenience store.

You have to let it cook for about thirty minutes, so you cover the pan and grab your phone to set up an alarm, humming to the song that’s playing from your Spotify playlist.

"That’s a lot of curry."

You jump. Barely anyone’s around at the kitchen at this time, you didn’t think you’d find anyone here. You turn around and your eyes soften as you recognize the tall figure standing behind you. 

"Shinsou! You scared me.." you whine, pouting at him.

Shinsou Hitoshi transferred to the hero course at the same time as you, in your second year. You both used to be in the general studies department and were somewhat friendly towards each other, though not exactly close back then.

But as you were the only second year transfers in the hero course, you got a lot closer and he was now one of the few people you felt comfortable with. Unfortunately for you, he transferred to class 2-B while you ended up in 2-A, resulting in the two of you not hanging out with each other as much as you used to. You just had occasional sleepovers in his room, as Shinsou shared your love for korean dramas and anime, and your horrible habit of sleeping late at night.

"Sorry about it," he apologizes, analyzing the food you made. "This looks delicious. Your cooking skills never fail to impress me."

"Thanks. Am glad you think so." 

"Are you eating all this yourself? Looks like a lot of food."

Crap.

Of course you’re not. That’s enough to feed four people, you took in consideration how much Bakugou ate and made a lot more curry than needed.

"Yeah... I’ve been craving chicken curry lately," you lie, knowing how stupid you sound.

Truth is, after the class accident, you don’t want to make everything worse by saying you’re cooking him lunch. You don’t want any rumors to spread or classmates all over you asking you what happened.

Though Shinsou wasn’t the type to gossip, he’d probably ask questions, and you don’t want to justify yourself. Enough with people not minding their business.

He gets closer to the pan and sniffs it.

"Smells good too.", he looks at the ingredients spread all over the table. "Chili pepper paste? You started crying the last time we ate spicy noodles."

Double crap.

"... I like spicy food now. Am much more resistant than I used to be." You force a smile as an attempt to sound more believable, but you’re not sure if he bought it.

And he would be right not to, because that was so not true. The noodles you made yesterday only had a bit of spicy sauce and it was still painful to finish them. You still could barely handle spicy food, but he didn’t need to know.

" I’ll keep that in mind," the boy answers with a grin. "I won’t bother you any longer then," he waves at you as he leaves the kitchen. You sigh in relief the moment he disappeara and go back to the pan, adding yogurt, coriander and almonds.

Bakugou better thank me for this. And tell me I’m the best cook alive. And that this is the best curry he’s ever tasted in his entire life.

Bakugou’s just putting books on his locker, as he does every morning, when he feels someone tug the back of his uniform.

"What the hell?! You’re so heavy... " mutters a familiar voice. 

He turns around to see you gripping his vest with all your strength, as an attempt to drag him with you.

"The fuck?!"

"Stop yelling and follow me!!", you whisper, looking around nervously.

He reluctantly closes his locker and follows you to the staircases. You’re holding a plastic bag with what looks like a black box inside of it.  You pull out the box and hand it to him.

"For you. Don’t open it until I leave."

You then run away faster than he had ever seen you run, leaving him standing there, alone, holding the box with a note on top of it.

Enjoy your meal! with a small smile drawn next to the sentence. Let’s eat together at the rooftop.

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Bakugou hates it when people give him orders.

He hates it, and yet he still finds himself climbing up the stairs that lead to the school rooftop, his backpack in one hand and a plastic bag containing your unopened lunchbox in the other, only to find the place empty. He looks around. Nope, no Pretty Ribs in sight. 

You had some nerve, he thought, first ordering him around and now being late when you told him to meet you up there.

Usually he would’ve just left, too bad for you, should’ve been there earlier, you’re lucky enough he even bothered to come, and he does walk a few steps in the direction of the door, but stops and backtracks.

At the same moment, you appear at the entrance, heavy breathing and cheeks red from exhaustion.

"I.. Hope.. I didn’t... Keep you waiting...", you mutter, unable to speak properly. "Why are these stairs... So..."

He looks at you, unimpressed. The stairs aren’t even that hard to climb, were you really that frail?

"You’re late."

"I know!!", you whine. "I tried to hurry... but Mina... anyways..."

You take a final deep breath, walk closer to him and sit down. He does the same.

"Why do we have to meet up? You scared or somethin’?" he scoffs. He pulls out the lunchbox you gave him earlier.

"The classroom thing annoyed me and all but I just thought this was a better spot than the cafeteria," you answer. "The view is pretty, thought it would be nice to eat here."

He doesn’t respond to that and opens your lunch box, revealing still steaming chicken curry ( thanks to your quirk, which always came in handy in this kind of situations ) with a smiley face drawn on top of the rice with hot sauce.

"I just wanted to make you something," you tell him, looking away. "And consider it a thank you gift for saving my ass in the classroom."

"How did you know–"

... that’s my favorite meal, he nearly says.

"Know what?"

"Nevermind."

Bakugou grabs the plastic fork you put next to the box and took a bite. You expectantly look at him, waiting for an answer or a reaction while he munches the - surprisingly tasty - curry. Fuck, this is actually good. It’s the perfect temperature, hot but not too hot to eat, and just spicy enough for him.

"Shit’s not bad."

"You said the exact same thing last time," you pout. "I tried extra hard for this one, y’know?"

"It’s not gross and I can actually feel something," he mumbles, stuffing his mouth again with a spoonful of curry. You sigh in relief, happy he noticed the amount of hot pepper you put in there.

"Could’ve been better but I’ll take it."  

He stops chewing and furrows his brows.  "You’re gonna stare at me the whole time? Don’t you have something to eat?"

You blink. Crap. No, you don’t have something to eat. 

"I completely forgot!!", you gasp, "I was so focused on making this for you I forgot to cook my own lunch..."

"You’re so stupid. What’re you gonna do now you fucking idiot?"

"Tell me about it.." you whine. "I guess it’s the void for now. I’ll get something after classes end."

"That’s in four hours," he deadpans.

"I’ll be okay, don’t worry about—UMPH" you nearly choke as Bakugou shoves a spoon full of rice and curry into your mouth.

"Nobody wants to see your weak ass faint in class so eat up."

He moves the spoon around, but you can’t swallow at all, as it’s way too deep for you. You almost gag on the spoon, your eyes teary and cheeks red. The moment feels like it lasts for decades before he finally removes the spoon, leaving you with your mouth full of way too spicy curry.

You forcefully swallow and cough uncontrollably, wiping the tears in your eyes. Your throat and tongue both burned like hell. 

"What... the hell... You could’ve warned me!!.."

You raise your eyes and see a Bakugou you’ve never seen before, face all red and teeth clenched. He gulps as your eyes meet, but you don’t pay much attention to that.  You grab the water bottle next to him and quickly drink half of it, trying to relieve your burning tastebuds.

That was enough time for Bakugou to come back to his senses.

"Why the hell are you crying?!"

"I can’t handle spicy food that well!!", you cry. "The burning won’t stop... I’m gonna be like this all day." You bend a little and stick out your tongue." Is it swollen? "

He doesn’t say anything. His stare is blank, and he’s just staring at your tongue. 

"... Bakugou?"

"... It’s not." His face’s back to his usual scowl and he pushes away your face from his. "Why would you make yourself something spicy if you can’t handle it? 

"Yesterday’s noodles weren’t this spicy.." you pout, not telling him that they did, in fact, hurt your tastebuds despite being much weaker than this. "This was meant to be all for you.. Please warn me next time you want to force feed me."

"There’s no next time. Stop skipping your meals you dumb fuck."

"That’s the rudest insult you’ve called me yet, you keep getting meaner and meaner" you giggle, but your laugh gets interrupted by a yawn.

You rub your teary eyes and are faced by an even angrier Bakugou.

"At what time did you sleep yesterday." It doesn’t even sound like a question, just an angry roar. 

He knew about your bad sleeping habits. You were constantly yawning in class, sometimes even taking naps on your desk, and never got to class in time. Aizawa scolded you multiple times for that, before giving up and eventually just getting used to you knocking on the classroom door five or ten minutes after everyone else. 

You try to recall what you did yesterday before answering : you cooked Bakugou’s lunch for about an hour and an half, counting the cute hot sauce smile which took you longer than expected. An extra hour for your shower, skincare, your hair and about four hours for the korean drama you just started— oh. 

"... about three in the morning?", you hesitantly answer with a forced smile, hoping he won’t get too mad. Too bad for you, his eyes glare at you furiously. 

"Fucking hell– That’s way too late you idiot! No wonder you keep taking naps and barely make it to class in time, " he thunders,  and you’re sure the entire building heard the him by now. "Not to mention those big ass eyebags, you look like the brainwashing fuck from 2-B. You’re gonna mess your body up you absolute dumbass. You need sleep to go to class and training and-"

Holy shit.

You start giggling, and that giggle turns into an uncontrollable laugh that’s just as loud as Bakugou’s yelling.

"You’re- You’re like a mom!!", you sneer, cheeks hurting from the laughing. "Even my own mother isn’t this concerned with my sleep schedule! And you scolded me for skipping my meals too! You act all big and scary but you’re a softie, Kacchan!"

"Shut up! Don’t call me that!"

"Why? Is it something only Midoriya can call you? A boyfriend thing? The two of you seem sooooo close after all~" Now you’re on the floor - literally. His face is priceless.

"Say that again and I’ll–"

"What are you gonna do? Send me to bed? Mister I go to sleep at 8pm," you snicker.

Bakugou’s a yelling mess and you can’t stop giggling, but the bell rings, and you both calm down.

"Already?! Felt like this barely lasted an hour..."

"That was barely an hour, dumbass. Maybe if you weren’t late."

"Next time I’ll make sure to come earlier," you said as you pat his back. "Didn’t know you wanted to hang out with me that badly."

"That’s not what I- GET BACK HERE!!"

You run down the stairs, giggling like an elementary school girl. "See ya in class!"

He doesn’t bother running after you, and just grabs his school bag as well as the lunchbox.

She’s so fucking weird, is his first thought. You truly were the weirdest person he came accros so far at U.A., even worse than his dumb ass classmates.

The sight of the empty container reminds him that you ended up skipping your meal after all, besides one spoon of spicy curry, and the sight of you choking on the spoon he forced through your mouth invades his mind again.

Yeah, he’d need a shower after school. An ice cold one. 

Chapter Text

"(L/N)!"

Uraraka comes to your desk the moment the afternoon break - so an hour after lunch time - started, Mina standing by her side.

"Can we talk to you for a second?"

You’ve been kind of uncomfortable around your classmates lately. You’ve never been a social butterfly and making friends has never been easy for you, but the Monoma accident, and the way they cornered you yesterday made you even more distant from them than usual.

But you still want to make friends, and you know Mina wasn’t a bad person at all. You don’t know Uraraka that well, but she definitely doesn’t strike you as an inherently mean person. Actually, she seems really sweet.

"Sure," you answer as you get up from your desk to follow them outside the classroom.

" We just wanted to tell you that we didn’t mean to scare or embarrass you last time."

"I wasn’t pissed about you eating with someone else! Really!! I just wanted to tease you a little but then everyone joined in.."

"We were just curious because it’s not someone you usually hang with and I know that’s none of your business.. We’re sorry," and you can tell Uraraka’s apology is genuine.

"I wasn’t mad in the first place, " you admit. "I know you two didn’t mean to be rude. Actually, you weren’t even rude, I just wasn’t expecting everyone to join in. It’s all good now."

"I consider you my friend, and I’m sorry if I was too clingy too!! I just wanted to hang out with you a little.."

"I’d like to be friend too," adds Uraraka. "If that’s okay with you, I mean." She sheepishly rubs the back of her head, a nervous giggle escaping her lips.

You take a deep breath. "I’d love to be friends, Uraraka. Mina, I think we’re friends too and you were never clingy... Actually I felt like the clingy one."

"What?! You’re not clingy at all-"

"I guess we were both wrong, then", you smile at the two of them. "Let’s start fresh."

The two girls smile back at you and you both enter the classroom again, Uraraka and Mina with a big smile on their face, and a small, barely noticeable one on yours, but a smile nonetheless.

"Oh, right! (Y/N), where were you at lunch break? I looked for you everywhere and-" the pink haired girl suddenly stops and gasps. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry again! If you don’t want to tell me that’s totally fine!!"

Bakugou isn’t  occupying his usual seat, you notice. You quietly giggle and turn around to answer her from your desk.

"It’s a secret."

"Come on, not fair!!"

"Give us a hint!"

"I’m not telling you anything! It’s a secret and that’s it." You mimick a zipper with your fingers in front of your mouth. 

Light laughs and giggles resonate in the classroom, and you realize it’s the first time you flash someone that’s not Bakugou a genuine smile since forever.

Someone that’s not Bakugou. Who would’ve thought? Just a week ago, you were convinced he couldn’t stand you. Now, he’s the person you’re the most comfortable with in class.

Your thoughts are cut short as you were interrupted by the loud sound of something being thrown on your desk. You gasp and see a small strawberry milk plastic bottle and a tuna sandwich on the table.

You look up to see Bakugou - seriously?! what kind of timing was that?- sit down at his usual seat, right in front of you, not sparing you a glance or bothering to say something. Did he just buy you lunch?

"Thank you," you whisper, but he doesn’t move and you wonder if he even heard you.

You hear quiet giggles at the back of the class and look around to see Uraraka and Mina smiling devilishly at you. Crap. You had no explanation for that one.

It doesn’t bother you this time though, and you just smile back at them as you open the bottle and take a sip. The beverage is creamy and sweet, and you hum in pleasure.

You’d have to thank him again.

Or maybe you were just making up excuses to go talk to him.

Classes end and you leave the classroom talking to Mina and Ochako - who practically begged you to be on first name basis, a request you happily accepted - about the exact same drama you stayed up late to watch.

"I’m sick of getting second lead syndrome," whines Mina. "I don’t get why they always make the rival is always the better character just to throw him away after a few episodes.."

" And I don’t get why you even got attached to the second lead knowing he’s not going to stay for long," you counter. "It’s so obvious the first lead is going to be the one."

"A girl can dream," she pouts and you laugh at that, while Ochako just quietly giggles, more focused on eating the snack she brought from the dorms.

Walking towards the dorms to go to your respective rooms, you pass an excited looking Kaminari and a surprised looking Jirou, who both run to you. "Did you guys hear the news?"

"What news?"

"A school trip? Are you sure?"

Shinsou raises his eyebrows at what you just told him : the hero course was going on a school trip, at a training camp to be exact.

"Jirou heard Vlad King and Aizawa talk about it in the hallway. I think both classes are going together."

You’re both sitting in his room - past the curfew but you liked to live dangerously - while he’s cooking you noodles you wanted to eat in front of the drama you’ve been watching since last night.

"I’ve never been on a school trip before. This is a first."

"Me neither, I’m kind of nervous," you admit. "If they ask us to pick roommates I’m dead meat."

"That’s what makes you nervous? I don’t really care who they put me with. I’ll go with whoever there’s left."

"I don’t!! What if I end up with Mineta.." you whine, and he shakes his head.

"This is school. They’re never allowing that, not with Mineta and not with any boy ever. Worst case scenario, you end up with a bunch of girls you’ve never talked to, so relax."

"I guess you’re right.."

Mina and Ochako come to your mind and you really hope they would ask you to be their roommate. They’re pretty much the only people you feel comfortable with in class, them and Bakugou. And you are not sharing a room with Bakugou.

Though, the thought of sharing a room with him isn’t completely unappealing. You’d sleep in the same bed, and then he’d get up to make you breakfast and then you’d get ready together, just like a married couple—

"Earth to (Y/N)? I just asked you something."

"Oh. What was it?"

He devilishly smiles and shows you the cooking pan he’s holding, revealing the thick noodles drowning in sauce and veggies. "You like extra spicy noodles, right? Got you a package at the grocery store."

You blink. Extra spicy. You couldn’t even handle the regular spicy ones. You were going to die tonight.

His - now strangely wide and teasing - grin from two days ago crosses your mind and you know what he was trying to do. Crap. That snarky, too smart for his own good asshole.

"... Gee, thanks. You didn’t have to."

You really didn’t have to.

You gulp, internally cursing him as you watch him pour the noodles into your plate. They’re fuming and reeked of spicy sauce and chili pepper paste. You cling to your water bottle, knowing you’d need it for the entire evening.

Today is already hell.

First of all, because you fell asleep in Shinsou’s room and had to run to yours at 7am. You’re not just tired, you’re exhausted, as you both gave up on what you were watching at four in the morning, only letting you sleep for three hours.

Second, because Jirou’s intuition was right, and Aizawa just announced the school trip.

Same as the training camp from last year, except this time it would be extra safe and with better security to prevent an accident like the one that happened "last year", a reference you didn’t get, but to which Bakugou stiffened, you notice. 

There would be rooms of three people, and you’d have to find your roommates yourself and write it on the piece of paper the students were already passing around. Aizawa also said 2-A and 2-B students could be roommates as well.

You nervously look around and realize every girl in class had a room already except for you. The paper comes to your desk and the 2-A girls are already grouped up together, resulting in you being on your own.

Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu.

It hurts a little, but you know that’s stupid. You just became friends with Ochako and Mina, they had other friends than you, friends that were closer to them than you are.

They both have known Tsuyu for much longer than you, and it’s your fault for not asking them to be your roommates earlier, when you found out about the trip from Kaminari and Jirou. You could’ve avoided this, but decided to wait for them to come up to you.

You read the rest of the paper and realize there literally is no spot left for you.

Jirou and Yaoyorozu are with Hakagure, and that’s it. Did the teachers not think about the second year transfers - meaning you and Shinsou?

You just write your name on the spots that are meant for the 2-B girls, but knowing they had six girls as well, you’d probably end up alone again.

Not wanting to think about it for longer, you  pass the paper around, hoping this would get solved. Aizawa sends Iida to give the piece of paper to the other class, and you just patiently wait for the last hour of class to end.

You’re about to leave the moment the bell rang, but Mina grabbed your arm.

"(Y/N)! Are we eating together today?"

"Sure," you hesitantly answered. You genuinely want to hang out with her more, but you’re a bit embarrassed. The girls would probably talk about how much they were looking forward to the school trip, and you’d have to admit you were on your own, which is embarrassing.

Still, you follow them to the dining hall, wondering about what meal you were about to buy, when two girls walk towards you. You recognize one of them, but the other is a complete stranger.

"Are you (L/N) (Y/N)?"

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"That’s me." Your voice sounds a lot colder than expected, you just wanted to sound more confident instead of the usual stuttering mess you are.

Two girls are standing in front of you - you recognize one of them : Kendou Itsuka, who you knew thanks to Monoma, as she was constantly scolding him or apologizing for his blabbering.

The other one is a dark haired girl with big black eyes and a smile full of pointy teeth. You’ve never seen her before - or maybe you just didn’t pay attention.

You glance at Ochako and Mina, who look confused. "You can go eat without me. I’ll join you after lunch."

They nod and leave you with the two girls, who approach you as the green haired girl grabs your arm.

"We’re roommates from now on, (Y/N). Can I call you (Y/N)? It’s fine, right? I’m Tokage Setsuna but Setsuna’s fine."

You stiffen a bit, surprised by the proximity between you and the girl you literally just met, as she proceeds to invade your personal space in less than a minute. "...Sure."

"Kendou Itsuka. Nice to meet you, (Y/N)!"

"I already knew your name," you answer as you all walk to Lunch Rush’s line. She gives you a surprised look. "I always see you scolding Monoma and just remembered it.", you explain.

"Is that my brand now? ", she giggles. You really think it is, but don’t answer.

"You weren’t here last year, right? You’re the general studies transfer.", asked Setsuna. "I don’t remember seeing you around last year."

" Yeah, I joined at the same time as Shinsou."

"Meaning that’s your first training camp! We’re gonna have so much fun. This one is supposed to last longer than last year’s."

"What about last year? How long did it last?"

" Just a few days," vaguely answers Kendou as she grabs a plate and ordered her meal. You do the same, picking mashed potatoes and beef, and you all walk to the same table.

You only remember what you told Ochako and Mina after sitting down next to Setsuna, that you’d join them afterwards. Crap, I’ll buy them something to eat as an apology after classes.

"So tell me (Y/N), now that we’re besties.." Setsuna clung to your arm like you were a scapegoat. "Are you and Shinsou dating?"

You nearly drop your fork. "What? No, who even told you that? "

"Nobody, I just assumed. He mentioned you today, we didn’t know who our third roommate was until he told us. You’re one of the only people he hangs out with too."

"We’re just friends," you tell her with the most neutral tone, hoping she’d get that you weren’t denying it out of embarrassment. You and Shinsou were really just friends, you had no romantic feelings towards him - and he didn’t like girls, anyways.

"That’s so lame.." pouts Setsuna. Kendou tells her to leave you alone and apologizes for her gossip thirsty behavior. You quietly giggle in response.

Setsuna doesn’t back down completely, though. "So you’re not dating anyone?"

"Nope," you answer, making the "p" pop.

"And there aren’t any couples in your class?"

"I don’t think there are any ." You never really paid attention, but besides Kaminari and Jirou who seemed somewhat close and weren’t even a thing, there were no official couples in your class. 

"Our class is the same.. This is so boring. Other schools have a dating ban, we don’t realize how lucky we are.."

"Just because we’re allowed to date freely and not Shiketsu does not mean we should go and flirt with anyone," says Kendou. "Why don’t you get a boyfriend instead of harassing others?"

"Observing is better. I don’t like anyone anyways and no one’s interesting enough. Even though the Todoroki kid from 2-A is really hot. Oh my god, (Y/N), do you think I’m his type?", she gasped.

"I don’t know.. he doesn’t really seem interested in relationships."

"Hot guys always are like that, it’s so annoying."

" You should focus on school instead."

"You’re no fun, Itsuka..." Setsuna  directs her gaze towards you again.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

She nods. "Anyone you like? Even the tiniest crush counts." Setsuna dramatically smashed her chest with her fist. "Scout’s honor!"

"Isn’t that the Attack on Titan greeting? You’re so extra," giggles Kendou.

"You did it wrong," you deadpan. "Your hand’s supposed to be in front of your heart. You punched the wrong side."

Setsuna lowers her head, only to realize you’re right. A blush paints her cheeks. "You two got my point!! Is there anyone?"

She wasn’t letting this go, was she? She was like Mina and Hakagure mashed together, but ten times worse.

"There isn’t anyone. I’ve never even had a real crush. Scout’s honor or whatever."

You wouldn’t tell her even if there was anyone - but there truly wasn’t anyone you liked romantically.

How do you know you have a crush, anyways? You had no idea. You did find some people attractive, but that doesn’t mean you want to be with them. 

"Itsuka, still no crush either?"

"Nobody so please eat your meal," counters Kendou. "We’re almost done and your plate is full."

Setsuna gasps and rushes to eat her untouched spaghetti while your mind lingers on what she just told you.

thank you for the sandwich and the drink !! the drink was really yummy 

You happily noticed Bakugou had unblocked you, and you missed messaging him - not him in general, just the texts, scout’s honor! - so you jumped on the occasion as you still had to thank him for the food.

You liked the strawberry milk so much you got two bottles from the exact same brand for Ochako and Mina, except you picked a peach flavor for Ochako and a raspberry one for Mina.

They both assured you it was okay that you didn’t join them and you were relieved, not wanting to ruin the budding friendship the three of you had.

But back to Bakugou, you didn’t expect a warm " you’re welcome " from the boy, except being left on read was never pleasing, and you feel like teasing him again.

i thank you for the food and you leave me on read. how impolite of you, bakugou

didnt your parents teach you manners?

they didn’t teach me shit

keep this up and i’m blocking you again

should’ve told you how to treat cute girls too

because that is NOT how you’re supposed to do it

凸 ( ｀ 0´) 凸

No answer again.

not this again

answer me or i’ll cry

i am currently crying

im genuinely sobbing right now 

i dont care

sure

you answered so you care

idc it counts !

so what’s up :3

omg i’m watching this drama right now

we should watch one together one day ... but not the one i’m watching, we should watch another one

i’m not watching anything with you

So cold, you pout.

pleaaaaaase please please please please

i wanna rewatch my first ever drama with you it’s so good i’m sure you’ll love it 

He took a while to answer, you note.

what’s it about

better not sound dumb

You gasp, surprised he cares enough to ask you about it. Does he actually want to know what it’s about?

OMG ok so theres this girl and she’s poor and she saves some guy from suicide and the school he’s from gives her a scholarship and the guy that was kind of behind all this who’s a hot rich asshole has beef with the girl and he kinda bullies her but they fall in love

it sounds lame but it’s actually good i just suck at summing up stuff

you have to watch it to judge

sounds stupid

how did they even fall in love didn’t the guy bully the girl

thats kdrama logic for you

it kinda pisses me off but i keep watching anyways

moral of the story be careful who you’re mean to bakugou >:)  they might end up falling for you 

He leaves you on delivered again and you wonder if that’s the end of your conversation. Too bad, you wanted it to last longer.

The sudden notification from your messaging app pulls you out from your thoughts.

how do we watch it

?

your stupid drama

YOU WANT TO WATCH IT ???

im so surprised i thought you would say no omg

and with a phone ...? or a computer i guess if you own one because i don’t 

when.

OH

should’ve specified

we could meet up in your room, watch it there and i’ll just leave when everyone’s sleeping 

He takes a while to answer for the second time tonight. You wonder if he’s busy. Crap, maybe you’re bothering him.

what the fuck

you want to go to my room late at night

and watch something

yeah?

if you’re worried about the curfew thing don’t worry 

i’ve done it plenty of times with shinsou and it went just peachy

i mean i fell asleep there yesterday but BESIDES ... it usually goes well

you slept in his room?

yeah accidentally

had to run to my room at seven am can you believe ): ?

it was so hard to stay awake today

He leaves you on read again, for the third time, and now you’re really just confused. Did you say anything wrong? Was he busy? Were you disrupting him?

Minutes pass and you don’t get an answer. At this point you assume there would be no answer at all from him. Maybe you actually messed up.

Was it the thing with Shinsou? Was he pissed because you didn’t sleep enough again? Or was it because you kind of shamelessly asked him to join him in his room, not caring about his bedtime?

Oh God. Was it because you wanted to stay in his room? It sounded like you were asking him on a date - a movie night with a boy, in HIS room on top of that?

You want to clarify that, say you really just meant it as a platonic, friendly movie date, but you already sent him two messages and didn’t want to seem annoying.

Or maybe he doesn’t care and just went to sleep, you think, disappointed. He could’ve at least answered something. Now you didn’t know if you were watching that drama together or not.

Feeling sad, you decide to send a last message, so he’d know you didn’t want to cut the conversation short.

I guess you’re already sleeping, goodnight ):

Chapter Text

Bakugou didn’t fall asleep that day. In fact, he didn’t get any sleep at all.

You had some serious nerve, really. You were probably - no, definitely the most infuriating, irritating, annoying person he had ever met, and he knew you didn’t even do it on purpose.

First innocently telling him you could watch a movie in HIS room, you and him, together, with nobody else around, late at night, laying on his bed.

Were you really that stupid? Did you not know any boy, even the most innocent kind, would have dirty thoughts about this? Did you not realize he was one too? Did you not realize saying shit like this to anyone else would probably get you in trouble?

The thought of you and him comfortably making out on his bed, not paying attention to whatever was playing on the screen, while his hand would be sliding under your shirt, your leg pressed against his crotch invaded his mind and it did feel tighter down there, until you sent another message, which worked better than an ice cold shower.

Not only did you watch something with the brainwashing asshole from 2-B, you did it in his room, and worst of all, fell asleep there. In his room. At night.

He didn’t care whether you were entangled or slept five feet apart - you both slept in the same room, and you told him like that was perfectly fine.

Technically you didn’t owe him shit, and if anything, he was angry at himself for letting this get to him. You didn’t matter, or at least you weren’t supposed to matter. You were irrelevant, unimportant, another extra in class. The only reason why he had even noticed you was his raging hormones - he didn’t care about you as a person, and he only hung out with you due to circumstances.

Or at least, that’s what he tried to convince himself.

I guess you’re already sleeping, goodnight ):

You didn’t write it down, but he could feel it. The concern in your message, you were probably wondering why he left you so suddenly.

Thing is, he doesn’t want or need your concern. He doesn’t want you to apologize either, you have nothing to apologize for. He’s simply angry at himself for being this bothered about the thought of you and the stupid purple haired asshole snuggled against each other and sucking faces— fuck.

Just a week ( and a half ) ago, he didn’t give two shits about you. How did you get under his skin so fast? He’s not jealous. He just can’t be. He feels weak, stupid, being this worked up over a simple message and his classmate hanging out with someone that wasn’t him.

His jaw tightens at the tricks his imagination is playing him, and he decides to head to the common bathroom for a late night shower, as he clearly needs one to clear up his mind. Screw the curfew.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, except it wasn’t because of your bad habit of starting shows at night time. No, this time, your thoughts were preoccupied by your hot headed classmate who was definitely the hardest person to understand, ever.

You first decide to not jump into conclusions too fast. He does have a bedtime and strict schedule and you kept bothering him when he was supposed to sleep. He probably just decided to sleep instead of answering you, and you can’t really blame him for that. It’s all fine. You didn’t mess anything up and you’re just overthinking as always.

Instead, scenarios of a movie date invade your mind. Maybe you could eat sweet, chocolate covered popcorn ( which is definitely superior to the salty one ) or a meal he’d cook for the two of you, and you’d eat while watching some romance drama on your phone, sharing a blanket and legs entangled.

What if you fell asleep there? You’d share the same bed and sleep in each other’s arms, his warm body keeping you safe from the cold weather, and you’d wake up together and maybe even eat breakfast together, on the same bed, like a married couple—

"..(Y/N)? Are you listening?"

Crap. You were still thinking about the married couple scenario.

"... I wasn’t." What’s the point in lying? You weren’t listening a single word.

Mina pouts at your answer. " Usually people at least pretend they were listening.. you’re something else, (Y/N)."

"Sorry, I just have so much on my mind right now.." you sigh. "It’s nothing important though. I’ll listen now."

"I was just telling you about how excited I am for the trip– it’s tomorrow, right?"

It takes your brain a few seconds to process what she just told you.

"... Already??" At your old school, it took months to prepare a three days long trip, but this one was a whole week long! They just announced it too! U.A. is no joke... "I think I’m more nervous than excited."

"Why not?"

"The roommates thing..."

"What about them? I thought you got along with them!"

"They’re both nice, but I still feel like I’m going to bother them," you admit. "They literally just met me, but they’ve been friends for a year or so. I feel like an intruder."

Mina’s brows furrow and she pinches your right cheek. "If you don’t stop saying that! No one thinks you’re a bother. I’m sure they love you already."

You want to believe her words, really, but you still feel a bit uncomfy at the thought of sharing a room with two girls you barely know.

"Thank you."

Mina lowers her head to the side, confused. "For what?"

"You’ve been cheering me up a lot lately. I know it must be annoying, so thanks a lot. I’m glad we started fresh."

You mean every word of that. You’re now truly thankful to have a friend like Mina and scold yourself for avoiding her just a few days ago.

"That’s what friends are for you dummy. And you’re never, ever annoying." You can hear the genuineness in her voice and a faint smile crosses your face. Mina smiles right back at you, flashing her white teeth at you, and you both enter the classroom.

Your eyes automatically wgo to Bakugou – not that you can help it! Your seat is literally in front of his. He’s talking to Kirishima, or, more accurately, Kirishima’s the one talking to him, and the scowl on his face deepens the moment he sets his eyes on you. You gulp and look away from him, not in the mood to start another staring contest in front of everyone.

Luckily for you, class ends earlier than usual. The afternoon classes get cancelled, as Aizawa reluctantly gives you more time to go buy school trip supplies at the mall in case some of the students didn’t have the basics. You have no idea what to buy or bring, so you’re relieved when the class decides to go to the mall together.

You all leave the classroom the moment the bell rings and go to the dorms to change, not wanting to go to the mall still wearing your uniforms. You’re not sure what to wear at first – this would be the first time your classmates saw you in casual clothing, and you want to make a good impression.

That and you genuinely like dressing up. You spend most of your time at school, in a school uniform or pajamas, and you missed wearing regular clothes a lot. 

Deep down, you don’t want to 'disappoint' a certain classmate, but you shake your head at the thought of Bakugou telling you you look great. No way. He would never do that. That would make you happy though.

Still, you spend a good ten minutes staring at your closet, wondering what you should go with.

Your eyes go to your favorite pair of shoes, partly because the small platforms make you look a taller than you really are, and your black stockings, but you end up picking white lace socks instead. You have tons of outfit ideas but wouldn’t all these be too much for a simple trip to the mall? You want to be well dressed, not over dressed.

You end up settling for a much simpler outfit than what you originally imagined : a plaid mini skirt, a soft sweater and some jewelry.

You wonder if you should style your hair differently but realize you’re running out of time – time you wasted on picking outfits, again! you really didn’t learn anything from last year – and just leave it the way it already was.

You grab your bag with your money and phone inside it and rush to the exit of the school. You and your classmates have to meet up at 3pm, and you run into Mina and Ochako before finding the rest of your class, once at the mall.

"(Y/N)!"

Clearly you don’t have to worry about being overdressed, at least not when you’re standing next to Mina. She’s wearing a black sweater dress and knee high leather boots, alongside a red quilted bag and a pearl necklace. She dresses so well, you think, now wishing you put more effort into your outfit. 

"I’ve never seen you in regular clothes before," she beams at you, grasping your arm as you join the group. "You look really good!!"

"You two really went all out," whines Ochako. "Now I wish I dressed better..." Her words mirror your thoughts, but you don’t want her to think that way. She’s wearing a simple skirt and a shirt, and looks adorable nonetheless.

You pinch her cheek, imitating what Mina did to you this morning. "You look good no matter what you wear anyways silly." Her cheek’s so soft—

Ochako looks at you with wide eyes, red cheeks, and you could swear you saw sparkles in her pupils. "You..."

"What?"

"It’s just.. You’ve been so friendly lately. I’m so glad we’re getting closer, (Y/N)." She gives you the biggest smile, and you feel the urge to pinch her chubby cheeks again. Or give her a hug. Or both.

"I’m really glad too." Your tone’s not as expressive as Ochako’s, but you really are happy about your new friendship. You dreamed of a friendship like the one you’re slowly building and thought your introverted nature would never allow you to have one.

Mina dramatically sniffs, as if she was crying. "You two are going to make me cry!" She grabs your arm, as well as Ochako’s, and pulls you into a hug. "We’re gonna have so much fun together."

If only I was their roommate, you think. But there’s no point in whining now, you already have Setsuna and Kendou.

"The point of this school trip isn’t having fun!"

Oh Lord.

"In fact, this trip’s purpose is to make us improve our endurance and make our quirks stronger, thus–"

Being able to hear Iida’s speech means you reached the group, and you realize some of the 2-B students are present as well. You try to spot Shinsou, but he’s not here yet – no surprise there, being late to every meeting was like his second quirk.

You however spot Bakugou, standing next to Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero, as always. Seeing him in casual clothing makes you feel a bit flustered, this is the first time ever you see him outside of class, and though he doesn’t even glance at you, you’re still a bit fidgety.

"Woah, (L/N)!"

You jump and realize Kirishima approaches you at speed light, his hand pointed at your bag.

"That keychain, I had the exact same in middle school! I think Tokoyami still has it too!"

Tokoyami approaches you as well, looking away from you. "... Great taste, (L/N)."

You blush out of embarrassment. You bought it in middle school as well, and were too lazy to take it off. A black, skull shaped keychain with red hearts eyes you got for only 210 Yen at the store close to your place.

Kirishima pulls out his phone and showed you a picture of his keys, the keychain attached to the metal circle holding the keys together. "We’re kinda matching!" he grins.

You force a smile – not that you’re annoyed, in fact, it was the complete opposite! But you’re not the most expressive person and want to somewhat match his energy, so you try to flash him the best smile you can make.

"Bakugou seems grumpier than usual, doesn’t he?", remarks Kaminari. "Somebody pissed in your cereals?" The blonde just answers with a growl, and you shift in discomfort.

Are you the cause of his worse-than-usual mood? Yup, you probably are and don’t even know why. The things you’d do to know what happened to him.

As more people arrive, everyone decides to split up, so they can buy whatever they need on their own instead of wasting time in every store in the mall and crowding them unnecessarily.

You leave with Ochako, Mina and Jirou. You’re not particularly lacking anything, but then again you have no idea what you’re supposed to bring as you’ve never been to a U.A. school trip before.

"What am I supposed to buy?"

They all look at you, confused. "... I was still in the general studies last year, I didn’t go to the first year trip."

"Oh, that’s right– I completely forgot! You joined a few months ago."

"Don’t worry about it, we didn’t need anything special last time. I’m just here to keep you guys company," says Jirou.

"I need a swimsuit though," mutters Ochako. "The one I bought last year doesn’t fit anymore."

"Mine doesn’t fit either! I grew a cup size and Aizawa would kick me out if I went to the trip with a micro bikini," pouts Mina.

Grew a cup size. How lucky. Yours haven’t grown since middle school. You barely fill a B cup when you’re on your period, otherwise you’re an A.  You glance at Jirou, who has the same blank facial expression as you.

"Let’s go check some out!! I’m sure we can find cheap ones here!"

"We should try this one shop, I can see some cute swimsuits on display!"

"Let’s just check the bottoms, okay?" whispers Jirou. You just nod, gulping.

Truth is, you’re not going to check anything out. You’d rather die than let the class see you half naked, and you’re sure you’d look stupid in a bikini anyways. Your chest is almost non existent, your curves in general are non existent. Your hips are just skin on bones, nothing to grab, your thighs are too thin, your ribs show when you move your arms a little and you know people would find it gross, you barely have a butt, no, scratch that, your ass is as flat as a cardboard—

Long story short : it’ll be a cold day in hell before your classmates see you half naked, and you are not wearing a swimsuit. In fact, you silently pray the trip would be far, far away from any source of water.

All four of you go inside the shop, Ochako looking at the set of swimsuits on display while Mina grabs a white bikini and shows it to you and Jirou.

"What do you think?" She presses the swimsuit against her body.

"I like it."

"Looks good with your skin color," you add. "White looks really pretty on you."

Mina smiles at you and walked towards Ochako to help her out, as the girl is hesitating between a brown bikini and a one piece light pink swimsuit.

Your eyes go to the bikinis again, and you stare at the models in the advertising pictures, feeling a bit jealous. You don’t really look like that, all those pretty swimsuits would look so stupid on you. If only you were as self confident as Mina, who ( rightfully! ) didn’t mind showing off her body.

One of the models in the pictures is wearing a black bikini - nothing eye catchy, simple yet cute, the only one you’d buy if you really had to, but you’d never have the guts to wear that in front of the entire class. You sigh.

"You should get it." Jirou startles you a little, and pulls you out from your thoughts.

"I don’t want it though." That’s not a complete lie.

"You’ve been eyeing it for a good minute. It would look great on you. You should at least try it on."

"Then you should get this." You point at the light yellow two pieces swimsuit she’s holding. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"... I’m going to look stupid."

"So will I, but I’m willing to embarrass myself if it means seeing you in a cute swimsuit." you wink at her. She raises an eyebrow in response.

"Did (L/N) (Y/N) really make a joke?" she sarcastically answers. "It’ll be snowing tomorrow."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Just a few weeks ago, you were all distant and barely talked to anyone. You seem a lot friendlier now," she admit. "Never thought we’d have a talk like this one day. With jokes and all."

"... I guess Mina’s been rubbing on me," you smile. She’s not really wrong, and you’re actually glad she noticed your efforts and the way you’re warming up to your classmates. "So, are you getting it?"

"I guess I have no choice." she smiles back at you.

You both walk to the checkout, smiling at each other, as Mina compliments you on the choice of your swimsuit. The four of you exit the store, and you decide to split up, as each of you need something different - Ochako needing sunscreen, Mina wanting to buy more clothes and Jirou having promised she’d join Kaminari after this.

You, on the other hand, did not need anything anymore. It’s too early to go back to the dorms though, and you don’t want to waste your day in your room, so you just wander in the mall, entering random stores.

You spot a few thrift stores, and almost walk into one, but the growling in your stomach stops you in your tracks. Crap.

There has to be some kind of fast food place here, but you’re sick of McDonalds, or anything remotely similar to that. You’re not a huge fan of supermarket sandwiches as they just remind you of the days when you didn’t have enough time to cook yourself a meal at lunch time. That only left a café or a bakery.

And speaking of bakeries, there’s a really pretty looking one towards the exit of the mall. You practically run to the shop, and analyze what they have on display. You love pastries, and they sell some really tasty looking ones. The price is a bit high, but you’re too hungry to care. You get in the line and stare at the delicacies displayed, realizing most of these are French.

Croissants, éclairs au chocolats, au café, chouquettes, tartelettes au citron, à la framboise, macarons, the foreign names aren’t exactly foreign to you as you already tried most of these.

You decide to go with pink macaroons, probably raspberry flavored, you thought, and a small cake called Forêt Noire you’ve never seen before. The small, brown pastry has a cherry on top of it, as well as a bit of whipped cream. You can’t wait to eat it at the dorms, and you’re nearly drooling on spot.

"(L/N)–!"

A somewhat nervous voice interrupts your thoughts, again. You turn around to see Monoma, and your eye twitches. Anyone but him...

"... Monoma. Hi."

If you’re usually cold to people you don’t know that well, your tone at that moment is icy. You didn’t forget what he said about you, and you know his apology wasn’t genuine, so you have yet to get one from him.

"Fancy seeing you here," he says, scratching the back of his head with his hand. It seems like he’s trying his best to come off as aloof and detached, but his body language exposes his nervousness.

You don’t answer, just blankly staring at him, an eyebrow raised. He looks more and more uncomfortable by the second. Good.

His eyes go to the paper bag you’re holding.

"... What did you buy?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

Silence. Now he looks really embarrassed and you almost pity him. Keyword : almost.

"... And why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with the rest of your damned class? Did they abandon you? Not very heroic of 2-A, huh?"

"To buy pastries, genius. This is a bakery. Why else would I be here?" you deadpan. "And we decided to split up."

The line finally gets shorter and you both enter the shop. You curse your luck, not wanting to spend more time with Monoma but not annoyed enough to leave the queue you’ve been in for already five minutes.

After all, you’ve been waiting for a while and Monoma wasn’t worth the loss of the delicious pastries you could get here.

Plus, it’s amusing seeing him so uncomfortable.

"What are you getting?"

This time it’s you that speaks first. You’re genuinely curious, still hesitating as you hungrily eye the tartelettes and choux à la crème on display. You’d probably rob the entire bakery if you had more cash on you.

"Canelés, or maybe an éclair au café." He speaks with a perfect french. You wonder if that’s his native language. That would make two french people in the Hero course, counting Aoyama.

"But you probably don’t even know what these mean. After all, how would a lowly 2-A student know about such refined things?" He stares at you with a superior look on his face, and your eye twitches again. Gosh, he’s so unlikeable.

"This is a bakery, Monoma. All the names are written right there. I could easily tell what these are even if I didn’t know anything about french pastries."

Now it’s his eye that twitches. He looks embarrassed again. Deserved.

"You should get an éclair au chocolat, by the way. Canelés have alcohol in it and I don’t think U.A. would be pleased to learn their underage student brought that at the dorms. And anything that has coffee in it is nasty." Your accent isn’t as good as his, granted, but you’re pretty sure you just impressed him.

The surprise on his face is obvious as he looks at you with his mouth wide opened. "If you want canelés that badly, you can just make them yourself. Baking is much easier than you’d think it is and the dorms at U.A. have all the supplies."

"You can bake?!"

"Sure can. I’ve been learning since elementary."

It’s now your turn to order something and you decide to get both the foreign cake and the macaroons. Monoma’s still speechless, standing behind you, and you internally giggle. Who would’ve thought this would happen? Embarrassing Monoma and flexing your baking skills on him.

You leave the shop and Monoma follows not too long after you. You already opened your bag and put a macaroon inside your mouth. Pink taints your cheeks and the sweet, slightly acid taste makes you hum in pleasure. Those were totally worth the price!

"This is so good... What did you end up buying?" You glance at his bag, wondering if he did buy the canelés after all. Maybe you’d rat him out to the teachers as a revenge. 

"An éclair," he answers with a faint voice. He stares at the ground, then you, then the ground again, and you wonder if you broke him. Was the teasing too much? "Are- Are you okay?"

"I’m a changed man," he mutters. "I can’t believe I was mistaken. I’ve now seen the light." He looks completely out of it. You wave your hand in front of his face.

He lost his mind, is your first thought. Were the pastries poisoned? Was it someone’s quirk?! "What light? What are you talking about–"

Monoma grabs both of your hands and gets closer to you, too close to your liking, with wide opened eyes and a mushy smile. "(Y/N).  I’ve been mistaken. You’re not like them."

You take a step back at the – far too familiar for a guy who didn’t like you a week ago – way he adresses you. "What now...? What do you mean by that? And please don’t stand so close."

He’s about to answer, but a familiar grumpy voice interrupts him, making you shiver.

"The fuck’s going on here?!"

You can’t tell if you’re relieved or not as you turn around to see the person that’s been occupying your thoughts since yesterday night. He just has perfect timing, doesn’t he?

Chapter Text

"The fuck’s going on here?!"

The last thing Bakugou expected to see today was you talking to Monoma, out of all people.

And the last person you expected to run into at the mall was Bakugou. Really, after running into Monoma out of all people, you thought you had exceeded your count of random encounters. Apparently, you had not.

You flinched and froze at the sound of his voice, breaking into a cold sweat as heat slowly took over your body. You didn’t even know why you were so nervous, Bakugou was actually one of the few people that did not make you feel that way.

Maybe because it’s been a while? No, it’s literally been a day since you last talked, and you never spent a lot of time together in the first place.  Maybe because the last time you talked ended abruptly and you were sure something was up?  Or maybe because he walked on you and Monoma– oh, right, Monoma was still holding your hands.

"Get away from her you damn copycat! Can’t you see she’s uncomfortable?! "

You escaped from Monoma’s grasp as Bakugou got between the two of you, still confused by the boy’s sudden personality change. It took Monoma a few seconds to come back to his senses.

"How about you mind your business? We were just talking! Isn’t that right, (Y/N)-chan?"

His tone is disgustingly sweet, and he expectantly looks at you. Your eyebrow twitches at the far, far too familiar way he addresses you, and so does Bakugou’s.

"I... You did catch me off guard, Monoma..." you don’t dare fully admit he made you feel uncomfy, for whatever reason. You wanted to end this exchange as fast as possible, knowing that both of the boys never got along well, and you were just making it worse.

Speaking of the boys, they were both glaring daggers at each other, engaging in a staring contest, and you gulped, nervously rubbing your hands against each other, not knowing what to do.

"People are staring..." you mutter, realizing people around you were indeed staring at what was happening in front of them. This is so embarrassing... 

Bakugou adverted his angry gaze from Monoma and glanced at you, his features softening the moment his eyes crossed yours. He grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him, earning a surprised gasp from you. His grasp wasn’t as disagreeable as Monoma’s, but rather comforting, gentle, even, and warm.

"Whatever, we’re leaving. We got shit to do so don’t you dare follow us." His voice was also calmer, though still harsh and menacing, as if he didn’t want to startle you.

You widen your eyes as he starts walking away, pulling you with him, surprised but thankful as you realize he’s just helping you get rid of Monoma without drawing too much attention. You look back at the boy who’s just staring at you, dumbfounded, and your eyes go to Bakugou again.

"Thank you... again. You sure come to my rescue a lot, don’t you?" You bitterly giggle, more embarrassed than amused.

I’m so useless, you thought. This wasn’t the first time he pulled you out from a situation like this one. You hated how you were never able to stick out for yourself, to speak your mind. You also hated how every time he and you talked, you were in a position like this. If you definitely weren’t some kind of damsel in distress, that’s probably what you came across as. He must be annoyed too, anyone would be.

"Why were you with the 2-B fucker anyways? " His tone was still harsh, but it didn’t feel like he was scolding you, or particularly mad at you.

"I was feeling hungry so I bought pastries and we ran into each other," you explained, pointing a finger at the bags you were holding. "What were you doing there? Wanted to buy some? We can go back if you want."

"Was about to leave the mall when I saw you two."

"Oh."

A pause.

Bakugou looked lost in his thoughts for a good minute, and all of sudden, his expression darkened. "Did he do weird shit to you?"

"What? No. He just grabbed my hands." You can feel him relaxing at your words, and his grasp on your hand – oh God, he was still holding your hand – softened.

The two of you keep walking, and you realize you’re walking in the opposite direction of the mall exit. Wasn’t he leaving? You don’t dare to say anything about it, not wanting to ruin the moment. You didn’t want to go back to the dorms yet, and you wanted to spend more time with him, too. Truthfully, you missed him, even if it hasn’t been long since you last talked in person. 

So you just enjoy the moment, the feeling of his warm hands on your cold ones, and the way his body’s so close to yours, the closest since you started talking to each other. Or at least, you try to enjoy all this, before your stomach loudly growls.

You don’t even need to look at him to know he’s already glaring daggers at you. " I didn’t skip any meals! I promise I ate lunch today! "

"Clearly that wasn’t enough," he groans, and you internally smile at his obvious concern. It felt good, having someone caring about your well-being, even though Bakugou was closer to an angry mother than a concerned friend. 

"Then it’s not too late to get something to eat." You point your finger at a food court. Lots of tables and chairs as well as benches were grouped in the middle of the mall, making it the perfect spot to eat a snack, or in your case, a second lunch.

"We should get something from there. Let’s get in line," you say as you grab the hem of his jacket and walk towards one of them, not waiting for his answer and earning a surprised "Oi!" from the boy. He follows you while palming his pockets.

"I don’t have cash left," he grumbles.

"Then I’ll treat you. I owe you that after what just happened." You open your purse to grab one of the two 5000 Yen bills you had left, thanking the Gods you brought more money than needed with you today.

"Fuck no, you don’t owe me shit. That was nothing."

"I still want to treat you though! Let’s say I don’t owe you anything. Friends treat each other all the time, right? Please let me pay you something..." His skin crawls at the way you look at him, eyes nearly begging him, pouty lips and hands joined together. 

"... Whatever." he mutters. "You better not tell me I owe you something later."

"I won’t.", you excitedly answer, flashing him the brightest smile you could make. Brighter than the one you flashed to Kirishima earlier, he notes. This one feels more genuine, happier, and his heart thumps slightly. He doesn’t dismiss the feeling like he usually does.

His eyes don’t move away from you, even when you looked away to read the menu and choose your order. This was the first time he saw you wearing casual clothes, and though he was not expecting you to have this kind of style, it definitely suited you. He liked it, even.

It was also the first time he stood this close to you. He could smell the faint scent of a raspberry scented shampoo from where he was, and it took him all his strength to not succumb to the sudden urge of running his fingers through your hair.

His eyes went from your exposed collarbones to your jawline, your plump, soft looking lips curled into a small smile, and your bright, bubbly eyes, focused on reading the list of meals hanging on the court.

Bakugou decided you were really fucking pretty.

"... getting?"

"Huh?" The boy blinked, coming back to his senses, only to meet your questioning gaze.

"I asked you if you picked your order already. We’re next. What are you getting?"

Fuck. He didn’t even read the menu. He went with the first thing he noticed on the menu. " Eh.. Takoyaki."

Your eyes widen at his answer, and a big smile forms on your face again. You sure smiled a lot around him, very easily so, unlike around other people, and the realization made his heart thump again. "I’m getting the same thing! Thought you’d get something spicier. They also sell curry, are you sure you don’t want that instead?"

He narrows his eyes. Truth is, he now did want curry, but he wasn’t going to change his order just because you told him to. That, and you seemed really happy about getting the same meal as him. "I’m tellin’ you I want takoyaki." You nod at his answer, a grin plastered on your face.

The couple in front of you were already waiting for their plate, meaning it would soon be your turn to order. Thing is, you hated ordering anything vocally. You always resorted to the digital self-order kiosks at fast food places, or food delivery apps. Or, in this case, asking someone else to order for you.

"Bakugou..." you tug the hem of his jacket and pursue your lips. "Can you go order for us?"

He raises an eyebrow at your request. "Hah? I thought you were treating me."

"I still am! Just go talk to the waiter... please... I always get nervous when I do it..." Your pleading face would be the death of him, he thinks as he sighs loudly. 

"Fine," he grumbles, and your eyes light up in relief. "Where’s the money?"

You happily hand him your bill and give him a pat in the back, winking at him. "You’re the best, Bakugou!" He just groaned as an answer, approaching the counter while you gave him a thumbs up from where you stood, and sat down at the nearest empty table, patiently waiting for your meal. 

It only took the waiter about five minutes to bring back your orders, a tray with two plates containing five fried octopus balls each, one being drowned in red sauce, and the other plain. 

"This looks so good!" You grabbed your phone to take a picture while Bakugou sat down in front of you and put the change next to your plate. "Enjoy your meal!" you told him as you stuff your mouth with two fried balls in a row.

Bakugou brings one of the octopus balls to his mouth and chews slowly. "Not fried enough. And the sauce’s wack."

He’s not completely wrong, if it looked aesthetically pleasing, the meal was just alright, and not exactly worth it’s expensive price. But you won’t complain as long as it’s edible.

"You’re way too picky," you pout. "I think it tastes okay. If that’s how you react to other people’s cooking, I’m not cooking for you ever again. You probably shit talked my curry behind my back."

"Your cooking’s decent. This is not."

"... They are professionals, Bakugou. I’m pretty sure they’re much more skilled than I am."

"I’m tellin’ you your cooking’s better," he presses, and you decide to just take the compliment, although you don’t believe him. He’s so stubborn...

As the two of you keep eating, you catch Kaminari leaving a grocery store, hands full of snacks, probably for the ride to the training camp. He doesn’t see you and Bakugou, and you’re honestly glad, not wanting to explain why you and him were having a meal together.

To you, Bakugou was your friend, but your other classmates had no idea and never saw you hanging with each other anyways. You remembered the classroom fiasco, the day everyone cornered you to ask you questions, and shivered. Never again.

"If someone told me I’d share a meal with you just two weeks ago, I wouldn’t have believed them, but look at us now," you say as you chomp on one of the balls.

"Why?" asked the boy, slightly offended at your remark. 

" We weren’t really close back then... We never even talked. I was sure you hated me." you admit, and he narrows his eyes.

"I never said that!" he answers defensively.  He did have a point, he never said so, but his attitude said otherwise.

"But you always glared at me! I’m not a mind reader, I just assumed you didn’t like me. I’m glad that’s not the case."

"Never said that wasn’t the case either."

Your eyebrow twitches. "Is it the case?"

"You’re not the most annoying person in class." his eyes are glued to his plate, as he plays with one of the octopus balls. "I don’t hate you. Wouldn’t be here if I did."

"That’s exactly what I... Gosh, you’re such a kid." you grab the mayo container to pour some on your plate. "Anyways, what did you buy today?" you ask, referring to the large bag next to his feet.

"Pants and tank tops. For training.", he nonchalantly answers, and you suddenly feel stupid, realizing you should’ve bought training clothes too instead of a swimsuit.

"Now I feel dumb.. I should’ve gotten some too. And the stores are closing soon..."

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. "Then what’s this?" He points at your bag, the one from the sports store, and you sigh.

" Ochako and Mina said they needed a new swimsuit, and I ended up buying one too." 

"Don’t think you’ll need one. We went to a training camp last year. There was no beach. Just a forest." You sigh in relief at his answer, turns out you wouldn’t have to wear it after all! 

"What’re you so happy for? You just wasted your money on a swimsuit you won’t even need."

"I don’t think I would’ve worn it even if there was a beach," you carelessly answer.

He looks at you, dumbfounded, like you’re the dumbest person on Earth. "Then why the hell did you buy it in the first place?"

"It was kind of a bet with Jirou... Don’t judge me! The outcome would’ve been the same." you pout, and his glare intensifies. 

"Why wouldn’t you wear it even if you had to?"

"Because– you wouldn’t understand, but I’d look stupid. Just look at me..." you force a giggle, but he looks unimpressed.

You don’t know why you’re telling him all this, you’ve never talked about your body issues to anyone, ever. He probably thought you were being stupid. Your insecurities weren’t anyone’s business, and you mentally scolded yourself for mentioning them in front him.

"I’ve been looking."

You nearly choke on your last octopus ball.

"... Excuse me?" you ask between two coughs. He’s been looking? At me?!

"I’m telling you I’ve been looking. Don’t see anything wrong with you. I told you you’re fine, didn’t I?"

"You did but–"

"Then stop bringing yourself down. It’s fucking annoying. I don’t care if you don’t wear that damn swimsuit, but you look great, okay? You always do. Do I look like a fucking liar to you?"

"No, you don’t.." In fact, you can’t believe straightforward, brutally honest Bakugou is reassuring you – complimenting you, even.

You swallow your last octopus ball and clear your throat. "Thanks... for what you said."

He doesn’t answer and just finishes his plate, but the silence isn’t so awkward, and you both silently finish your meal. You grab your other plastic bag, the one from the bakery, and put it on the table, as an attempt to lighten the mood, but also because you really, really want to try that one cake you bought earlier.

"I bought pastries earlier. Wanna share?"

"What kind?"

He didn’t say no! you happily think as you  pull out the white box containing the small piece of cake from your bag, opening it and showing it to the boy. It was a thin slice of a brown, multiple layers chocolate sponge cake, with a bit of whipped cream and a single cherry on top.

"I didn’t think I’d eat with anyone so I only got one slice," you explain as you grab your knife and cut it in half.

The cherry falls on the plate, and you’re about to ask him if he wants it, when an idea crosses your mind. You grab it by the tail, and bend over the table a little, extending your hand to shake the fruit in front of Bakugou’s nose.

"It’s my turn to feed you," you chuckle, referring to the time he shoved a spoon of spicy curry in your mouth. "Bakugou, say aaaaaah~"

What you didn’t expect to happen was the boy grabbing your forearm and actually eating the cherry, only leaving the tail between your fingers. You stop giggling and widen your eyes, mouth wide open in shock and blood rushing to your cheeks.

Bakugou slowly chews the cherry without adverting his gaze, his eyes locked on yours, then swallows the cherry whole, and licks the juice left on his lips. "Not bad."

"R-right..." you stutter, flustered.

" Eat the rest. Don’t want it."

" Okay..." you answer as you shove one of the pieces of cake into your mouth, looking at everything but him.

What’s gotten into him?! Since when was he so smooth? He was supposed to be awkward one, you were the tease in this relationship/friendship/whatever what you had going on was! 

This was totally new. And you had no idea how to deal with a teasing Bakugou – or was this flirting? Could you really call this flirting? Did he just flirt with you? Why did he even do that? What did that mean? Why–

You gulp and swallow the last piece of cake, all kind of questions swirling in your head. You give Bakugou a side glance, only to meet his now arrogant, amused grin. That cocky bastard... This was definitely new. You swore yourself you’d get back at him as your eyes narrowed into a glare.

Both of your plates were now empty, and the waiter came to pick your trays up, meaning you had to leave the place. You slowly get up from your chair, cheeks still red as you were still stuck on what just happened.

He seemed to get over it quickly, that bastard, nonchalantly checking his phone while you were a flustered mess.

"The mall’s closing in an hour and a half," Bakugou said while looking at his screen. "You still have time."

"Time for what?"

"To buy sports clothes, idiot." Oh. You completely forgot about that.

"... and you’re coming?" you ask, hoping he’d say yes, though he would probably turn you down as he didn’t have a reason to stay here any longer.

"I am,"  he mumbles at your confused gaze. "Got a problem with that?"

" What? Not at all. Okay then."  You smile at him, and he relaxes. Internally, you’re celebrating, although confused by the sudden change of attitude. Did he really think you didn’t want him to come? Is that why he got so defensive?

Or maybe that was just his usual attitude. Guess you’d never know.

You enter the nearest sports shop around, and walk to the women’s clothing section. You always went to training classes with your school’s uniform, resulting in you not even owning joggers.

There were lots of tracksuits and single pieces, which all came at various prices, and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes as you read every price tag around. Were sports clothes always this expensive?

You picked up a baby pink tracksuit, one of the only affordable clothing items in the shop, and pressed it against your chest, turning to your side to face the boy. 

"What do you think?"

"Pink? What are you, nine?" He snorts. His words are strangely familiar, and you realize he used your own words against you – the ones you told him when he told you about his bedtime. That snarky, childish asshole...

"Imagine still hating pink in the big year of 2021. Couldn’t be me." you stick your tongue at him, and he raises an eyebrow at your childish gesture.

"And I’m the kid here? You really are nine. Grow the fuck up."

"That’s rich coming from you! You’re so mean..." you pout, offended, as you put the tracksuit down, wondering if light pink was too much for a simple school trip.

Your eyes went to cobalt blue track pants, and a white cropped tank top. Both were on sale, and ironically, they matched U.A.‘s colors, so you wouldn’t stand out, you thought as you grabbed both and went to the store checkout.

"Sure took your sweet time," grouched Bakugou, to which you answered an offended "That’s so not true! We’ve only been here for ten minutes! You’re so dramatic," in front of an amused looking cashier. 

"Is he always like this?" chuckled the middle aged lady as she pulled out a plastic bag from the cabinet behind her, and you dramatically sighed. "All the time."

Unsurprisingly, Bakugou heard your complaint from where he was standing, earning you a half offended, half angry "Oi!" and you giggled in response.

Leaving the shop with a third bag in your left hand, you both walked towards the mall exit. It was getting late, and you knew you had to go back to the dorms, but you really didn’t want to. As awkward and confusing as Bakugou is, you always enjoyed every moment spent with him, and wished they would last even longer.

Plus, you’ve missed him a lot, even though it hasn’t even been that long. You got used to his presence so fast, it was surprising even to you.

"Bakugou?"

"Hm?"

You took a deep breath, still not knowing how to put your thoughts into words. How could you tell him that you enjoyed his company without making it awkward?

"I missed you." The words came out from your mouth before a second thought, and the surprise – and faint blush? was he blushing?! – on Bakugou’s face made you realize how flirty that sounded, but it was too late.

If you didn’t want to make things awkward, you clearly failed at it. 

"I-I mean– I missed talking to you! I’ve been hanging out with the girls more lately and I’m happy about it but I missed spending time with you... even if we only ate together twice... and today was really fun so... just say something already..." Your voice gradually got fainter and you were now as red as Bakugou’s glare – and cheeks, because he was just as flustered as you were.

"... Well, we spent the whole day together, didn’t we?" he spat out, just as red as you were. What happened to the cocky, arrogant guy that swallowed your cherry? – no pun intended. He was back to the flustered mess he usually was.

"Yeah, we did... I just wanted to tell you I’m glad we ran into each other." He just faintly hums in response, and your lips curl into a small smile. He wasn’t the most expressive, but you knew he kind of felt the same if he didn’t deny it.

The two of you walk together without a word, a now comfortable silence surrounding you. You raise your head to look at him. He has neutral, relaxed expression, something he doesn’t have often around other people, or in general.

He’s so pretty when he’s not glaring daggers at everyone, you think. His jawline is sharp, but his cheeks are a little chubby, and you have the urge to give them a squeeze. His eyes are bright red, his skin is flawless and his cheekbones high, he could be a model, if only he didn’t have the worst case of resting bitch face on Earth. Something catches your attention, though.

"What’s up with the dark circles?" The boy had dark purple-ish lines under his eyes, and it was the first time you’ve seen him looking this tired despite his rather hectic schedule. "Can’t say they look bad on you, but are you okay? Didn’t sleep well?"

To be honest, it kind of suited him. Even dark circles didn’t make him look bad... meanwhile you looked like a walking corpse just from missing a few hours of sleep.

"And whose fault do you think that is?", he growled.

"From your accusing tone I guess me... Wait, me?! I didn’t do anything!" you piped, brows furrowed.

"Hah? Didn’t do anything?" The teen narrowed his eyes, and his usual scowl was back. You pouted, already regretting your words. Crazy how the prettiest face could turn into an ugly gremlin in less than a minute. "I didn’t sleep because of your stupid ass!"

"... You didn’t sleep either? Why?" you asked in sheer surprise. Your question gets him even angrier.

"Tellin’ me you slept in another guy’s room like it’s nothing... I didn’t need to know," he huffed out.

Your eyes widened at what he was implying – did he seriously think you and Shinsou slept together?! You furiously blushed at the sudden realization.

"Don’t word it like that! I told you I just fell asleep! That was an accident! Your fault for assuming... things... Oh my God... I didn’t mean it that way..." You’re far too embarrassed to say it out loud, that Bakugou thought you and Shinsou— ew... the thought grossed you out.

More importantly, did your text mess him up this badly? To the point he couldn’t sleep? You felt stupid, ruining your - already fucked, granted - sleep schedule for him and a dumb assumption but he was the same as you.

You scratched your cheek, staring at the ground. "... My offer still stand, by the way." He looked at you with an eyebrow raised. "We can watch something together, maybe not in your room or mine but outside if that bothers you."

"My room’s fine."

Your eyes widened. "Really? You’d let me go there? Even past the curfew and your bedtime?"

"I’m telling you it’s fine. And stop calling it a bedtime! Quit making me sound like a damn child, I sleep early because–"

"Yeah, I know, you wake up early and need your ten hours of beauty sleep.." you answer in a mocking tone. He doesn’t bother replying, and you giggle, knowing you struck a nerve.

You both exit the mall and head to the bus station, the next one only arriving in a few minutes. You stand next to him, silently waiting and admiring the sunset, when Bakugou breaks the silence.

"Are you dating the brainwashing fuck?" he’s staring at you, brows furrowed and a serious look on his face.

You blink at the sudden question. Why was he bringing this up right now, and why did everyone ask you that?

"What? No, I’m not! "

"Does he know?"

"Yeah... Shinsou’s well aware we’re just friends." It’s not like anything’s gonna happen, you want to say, but your friend’s sexuality was none of his business and you weren’t about to out him.

"So you’re not dating him?"

"I’m telling you I’m not."

Another silence. You notice his features softened a bit, as he looks away to look at the sunset, too.  You decide to not torture yourself mentally on his questions too much – you’d have all the time to do that in your room tonight.

Instead, you hop on the bus, Bakugou being right behind you, and you sit at the back of the bus, close to the window, and the boy in the seat next to yours.

The ride home is quiet but comfortable, and pretty fast, as the mall’s relatively close to your school. You spend it looking at the sky by the window, and so does he, until you finally reach your station and get off the vehicle and walk to the dorms together. There isn’t anyone around, it was a bit late after all, and your classmates were probably all in their respective room.

If anyone ran into us right now, they would probably assume we were on a date,  you think, and strangely, the idea does not seem repulsive to you, in the slightest. In fact, it’s the complete opposite, and the idea of you and Bakugou going on a real date makes your heart beat faster. 

"The thing at my room," he starts, and you jump a little, as you were lost in your thoughts.

"What about it?" You assume he’s referring to your offer, the one you mentioned again at the mall.

"Let’s do it after the trip."

You’re taken aback by his answer, and it takes you a few seconds to process his words. You thought you would have to bring it up again, but turns out he did. He took the initiative. He wanted to watch your favorite show with you.

" Sure, " you smile at him. " After the school trip. "

It doesn’t occur you the moment he left you on your own, in the hall. It doesn’t occur you when you start packing your suitcase, humming to your favorite girl group’s newest song. It doesn’t occur you when you take a late shower, only few minutes before the curfew, hoping no teacher or school staff would catch you.

It strikes you at two in the morning, while starring at the ceiling and rewinding everything that happened today.

The way he reassured you about your insecurities. The way he was sweeter to you than with other people. The way he memorized the tiniest, most irrelevant details about you. The way you craved his attention and kept wishing for longer moments with him. The way he was the only person with who you felt completely at ease. 

You might– no, you’re sure you have a crush on Bakugou Katsuki. 

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You aren’t an expert when it comes to love or relationships, very far from that. You did give some advice to your friends in middle school, but you had zero experience, and it’s not like 6th grade relationships were that difficult to deal with anyways.

In your 17 years of living, you’ve never dated anyone, and the few crushes you had as a child were nothing serious. Heck, they were so distant you don’t even remember what they felt like. What it felt like. Crushing on someone.

Therefore, you’re not even sure you have a crush on your classmate, at least at first. You kept rewinding the past few days over and over in your head, overanalyzing every action the boy’s made in front of you, the way you behaved and felt in front of him. Weren’t crushes supposed to make you feel overly nervous, making it impossible for you to form a grammatically correct sentence?

With him, it was the complete opposite. Bakugou made you feel at ease. You loved his company, being around him, talking to him, and you’ve never felt so comfortable with someone in such a small amount of time. So did you even really like him that way?

It wasn’t the same as with Shinsou, though. You also enjoyed his company, but not to the point of looking forward to every encounter with him. He never occupied your mind for hours, and you never thought of him as anything more than your only - at the time - friend and a TV show buddy. Your feelings for Bakugou couldn’t just be platonic, and if they weren’t, what the hell were you going to do now?

Bakugou at least tolerated you and you were sure of it. He would’ve told you to fuck off weeks ago if he didn’t, and you knew he wouldn’t waste his time with someone he didn’t like. Hell, he confirmed it himself – you’re not the most annoying person in class, words that would’ve disappointed you if they came from anyone else. That was his way of saying he liked you at least as a friend, right?

Thing is, you’re not sure if you want to be friends. You’re very satisfied and content with your current relationship, really! A buddling friendship and a potential second TV show buddy, you were totally fine with that! But your heart kept longing for more. That date-that-wasn’t-exactly-one at the mall was probably the best day you’ve had since your first day at U.A., and you couldn’t think about anything else but the moment your hands intertwined. You wanted more. 

He didn’t seem like the type to date someone, though. Bakugou’s personality scared a lot of people, but he had his surprising amount of admirers. Granted, not as many as Todoroki – and thank God, because you would’ve gone crazy if that was the case – but you’ve seen him rejecting a fair amount of people, and not in the nicest way possible.

Not to mention the boy made it clear multiple times his future career was all he cared about. That was his main and only focus, no exceptions. He would probably deem you as another distraction, and toss you aside. Even if he did agree to date you – which was very unlikely – you’d probably be a burden, a hindrance.

You like Bakugou. A lot. Now what? Would you confess to him? And handle the embarrassment of getting rejected by one of your only friends? And ruin a growing friendship? Hell no. You’d never forgive yourself that.

You’re going to keep this stupid crush to yourself, and that is final. You’ll get over it, eventually. Well, you hope so.

All these thoughts haunted your mind the entire night, making it nearly impossible to sleep for you. If you already had a messed up sleep schedule, the boy was making it even worse, and you woke up looking like a walking corpse freshly escaped from it’s grave.

Waking up at six in the morning was incredibly painful, and it took you all your strength to get out from your bed to join your class, as well as 2-B in front of the school building, where two buses were waiting for you.

Clinging to your can of Monster like it’s a scapegoat, you look around to find Mina, only to meet a blue eyed blonde who’s standing a little to close to you.

"Did you sleep well, darling?"

You choked on your energy drink and furiously blushed. The few people that were around you widened their eyes as well. Just great. With how fast the gossips spread in the hero course, soon everyone would know about Monoma’s very sudden undying love for you.

"I barely did. Think it shows. And please don’t call me that."

" Still as cold as ever," he hums to himself, but your distant tone apparently wasn’t enough for him to leave you alone, because he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he longingly stares at you, and you gulp.

"You’re so pretty up close, (Y/N)..." Monoma’s dreamy eyes and loving, mushy tone were so off putting. "How did I not notice earlier?"

"I don’t know. Please don’t stand so close, Monoma. You’re scaring me." This guy is nuts... I think I liked it better when he called me a stick.

"Get away from her!" You’ve never been so glad to see Kendou. She gave the boy his usual slap on the head, and you relax a little. God, he was so overwhelming.

"Let’s find a seat," she says as she drags him towards one of the two buses in front of you. "I can’t believe I still have to babysit you. We’re 2nd years, Monoma!"

"Wait! But I want to sit next to (Y/N)!"

"Tough luck," she answers, visibly annoyed. "It’s one bus per class. You’re staying with me."

You sigh in relief at her answer, you wouldn’t have to deal with Monoma for the entire trip after all.

"You’ve gotten popular. Did I miss something?" Shinsou’s calm voice startles you and you jump a little. Must’ve been a ninja in one of his past lives, or a cat, or both, because you never heard him come up behind you.

"Trust me, I feel like I missed something too," you sigh, looking at Monoma reluctantly walking up the three stairs to the bus entrance. "Don’t know what’s gotten into him. "

"Not just him." Shinsou points his thumb over his shoulder, and you realize he’s pointing at Bakugou. "Explodey’s been in a bad mood ever since Monoma showed up. I mean– worse than usual."

It’s true, Bakugou looks angrier than usual, but you’re not surprised in the slightest. He was the same the day he ran into you and Monoma at the bakery. Your eyes cross his, and his glare softens a little. You smile at him before returning your gaze to Shinsou.

"They don’t like each other, I’m not surprised. I heard they’ve been on bad terms since their first year at U.A."

You weren’t around during the Sports Festival, as you were sick, and completely avoided it to not depress over not being there. You had no idea what happened during that day, but Mina did tell you about the one-sided rivalry Monoma had going on with your class, and knowing how quick to anger Bakugou was, it was no surprise that they didn’t get along.

"I think there’s more to that," he answers, thoughtful, and you’re about to ask what he means by that, when 2-B’s homeroom teacher asks them to go find a seat. You wave goodbye at Shinsou, still wondering what he meant by that.

Could it be because of you...? Nah, no way.

Speaking of Bakugou, the seat next to him was unfortunately – and unsurprisingly – taken by Kirishima, and you internally sighed as you went to the back of the bus. You hoped you could spend some time with him, but forgot that he was rarely on his own, making it difficult to interact during school hours.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to be alone, as Mina was waving at you and pointing at the seat next to her.

You waved back and sat next to her, putting your backpack on your knees and your can on top of it. " Good taste, (L/N)! "

You turn your head to face Kaminari, who was also holding a can of Monster. Yours was pink, but his was the original one, a black can with a green pattern on it.

"... You drink that too?", you lamely answer, and mentally scold yourself. Of course he does, you idiot! Tons of people like energy drinks, this isn’t surprising. Your conversation skills truly were pathetic. This is why I had no friends until two weeks ago...

Kaminari enthusiastically nodded, paying no mind to your awful answer and Mina gave you a thumbs up. You relaxed in your seat, chugging on your can, when your phone buzzed.

You nearly dropped both the can and your phone the moment you unlocked it. Bakugou just sent you a text. This was a first. Your smile fell as you read what he sent you.

tell dunce face to shut the fuck up

How silly of you to think he just wanted to have a conversation with you. You scolded yourself for letting your heart beat this fast for absolutely no reason.

go tell him yourself Zzz

and why? he’s not even being loud 

Were you pissed off because you thought he just wanted to talk to you and turns out Kaminari’s just annoying him? Yes, you totally were.

not loud my ass

i can hear you two chirping from my seat

First of all, you weren’t chirping. Second, how in the world did he hear you? Kaminari is a loud person, granted. But you weren’t at all, and Bakugou’s seat wasn’t even close to yours. Was he eavesdropping? You decide to tease him a little.

and what about it?

i didn’t think you’d be the jealous type

actually i did but i didn’t think you’d be this straightforward

not that i mind hehe 

shut the hell up

i’m not jealous 

sure sure

You bend a little over your seat to see what he’s doing, and Mina gives you a questioning look. He’s holding a package in his hands, and you squint to realize it’s one of your favorite snacks.

hand me the snacks

now.

what the fuck

how did you see them

and fuck off

should’ve bought them yourself 

You frown at his answer, but if he thought that was enough to make you give up on the snacks, he was dead wrong.

what happened to the sweet, caring guy that told me to never skip my meals?

i want them so gimme

No answer. You narrow your eyes at his silence.

let’s at least trade

i can give you the rest of my can

it’s like half full

keep that shit away from me

i can smell the artificial sugar from here

dunce face like these too and they smell and taste like ass

who cares about artificial sugar

i promise the pink one tastes good

sure you don’t want any?

fuck no

i’m not touching that

BOOOOO

you’re a pussy

at least i’m not the one dying from liver failure

jokes on you, I don’t even know what that is

anyways i’m starving

cant you hear my stomach growling 😖

not my problem loser

Your eyebrow twitches. Loser? What is he, 12? And what was a liver anyways?

"Hey, Mina." you start, and she looks away from her phone to listen to you. "What’s a liver?"

She narrows her eyes at your question, thoughtful. "... I think it’s like, an organ or something but don’t know where that is."

You thank her anyways. Note for yourself : look up what that means so you can make him eat his words.

fine then

i see how it is

i’m asking midoriya if he has some

HE will be kind enough to share his snacks with me

unlike a certain person

You look up from your phone the moment you send that, dodging the bag of snacks Bakugou just threw in your direction just in time. Knew this would work. 

Mina doesn’t even bother questioning what just happened, and dives her hand into the bag instead, happily humming as she brings the food to her mouth.

The trip to the training camp ends up taking longer than expected, because some students didn’t take in account the moment where they would need to empty their bladder, resulting in the bus stopping at a gigantic gas station.

"Just don’t get lost and don’t make a mess..." mutters a very, very tired looking Aizawa. Looks like he didn’t sleep well either.

You happily hop off the bus, wallet in your hand, and walk to the energy drink section. You just finished your last can and the lack of sleep was already getting to you.

You pick up a blue can, the mango flavored one, and head to the snack section. A large range of cakes is facing you, and it takes you all your strength to not buy the strawberry tart facing you, knowing you wouldn’t have the time to eat it in the car anyways.

Instead, you grab a single cookie and leave the gas station after paying. You’re about to go back to your seat when Mina runs to you.

"(Y/N)! " She grabs your both of your hands. "Does it bother you if I sit next to Kirishima? I have something to tell him."

"Not at all," you answer before processing her words. You truly didn’t mind switching seats.  Wait, who was next to Kirishima again— oh.

"You’re a lifesaver!" She pats your back and runs to the bus, leaving you standing in disbelief. You did wish you could sit next to Bakugou this morning, but you didn’t think it would actually happen! Did she do it on purpose? Damn it.

Looks like Kirishima told Bakugou about the exchange as well, because he doesn’t question it when you sit next to him. Instead, he glares at the can you’re holding.

"Isn’t this your second can?"

"Maybe it is." You put it on your knees and defiantly stare at him. "Why? Scared I’ll die from liver failure?", you ask in a mocking tone.

"Don’t use words you don’t understand, dumbass."

"I understand it though."

"You don’t," he sneers in a challenging tone.  You take a deep breath ; you’ve been waiting for this one.

"The liver is an organ only found in vertebrates which detoxifies various– "

He blinks.

" Did you seriously memorize a fucking Wikipedia article to prove me wrong?" He looks at you, dumbfounded.

A pause. "What are you talking about? I’m not that petty.." you force a laugh, but you know he’s not buying it. To be fair, you were totally that petty. "... and what if I did? You learn something every day, right?"

"But the point flew over your head." He lightly taps the side of your head with his fist, and though it doesn’t hurt at all, you exaggeratedly wince in pain. "Stop drinking these or you’ll end up with a fried brain like Dunce Face."

"That’s so mean! He’s your friend, take that back! And there’s no correlation between your stomach and your brain, dummy." It’s now your turn to knock your fist over his head, but you then unclench your finger to feel his hair. It looks all spiky and menacing, but it’s kind of soft... that’s unexpected. 

"Get away from me!" he grabs your hand to get it away from his head, but he freezes the moment his hands cover yours. Your breathing stops, and so does his.

Now that he thinks about it, he didn’t pay that much attention to your hand back in the mall, too angered by what happened with Monoma. Your skin’s soft and smells like hand cream, and your hand is a lot smaller than his. His gaze falls on your slightly opened, plump lips.

You’re both woken up by the bump of the bus on what was probably a rock on the road. You tear away your hand from his, cheeks red from the embarrassment. What the hell was that? What just happened?

You clear your throat and look away from him. A few minutes pass in complete silence and you sigh, if you wanted to spend the bus ride next to Bakugou, it wasn’t to end up staying silent the whole time.

You pull  out your headphones to distract yourself a little. An idea crosses your mind as you unlock your phone to pick a playlist. You didn’t have the guts to do it yesterday, though you did think about it. It was now or never.

"Wanna listen to something?" You ask, one of the buds rolling between your fingers.

You’re kind of expecting him to say no, but he stares at your headphones and considers it. "Depends. What music d’you have?"

You blink, not knowing what to answer. Your taste in music was... diverse, to say the least. From alternative metal to korean girl group songs, you liked a little bit of every music genre, and never had a defined taste, resulting in your playlist being a literal mess.

"Depends on what Spotify picks first," and you hand him your left earbud, praying it wouldn’t be too embarrassing. To your relief, the song’s Ghosting by Mother Mother, and you wonder if he knows it. From his silence, you assume he doesn’t. The song ends and the lack of sleep finally gets to you, as you yawn and your eyes feel heavier by the second.

Without thinking, you shift on your seat and rest your head on his shoulder. To your surprise, he doesn’t move at all. No complaints, no groans, absolutely nothing. You close your eyes and finally let yourself doze off, swearing to yourself you’d sleep early tonight.

"Oi, Ribs. We’re almost here." He slightly shakes your shoulder, and you open your eyes, only to realize you’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder.

It’s been a while since he called you that, you think, and a faint smile comes across your features. Though you have no idea why he calls you that, you missed it.

You don’t get up instantly, partly because you’re all groggy from just waking up, but also because you like the warmth of his shoulder. It’s surprisingly comfy, too. He smells like sugar.. caramel.. I love caramel. He’s pretty and smells like sweets. Just how perfect can one get?

"I told you to wake up." This time, you raise your head to look at him. His voice is softer than usual, in fact, you’ve never heard him this soft and calm with anyone.

"Ah.. sorry for sleeping on your shoulder." You don’t mean a single word, you’re glad you did, really.

"S’fine." He looks away as you slowly get up, and your headphone falls from your shoulder. The music was still playing, and you recognize the track. He didn’t change playlists even when you fell asleep.

"Who the hell falls asleep to this shit anyways?" It was more of a statement than a question, and he wasn’t wrong, the song that was currently playing was extremely noisy.

"Me, apparently..." you rub your eye and stretch your back. It was so sore. Damn it.

"Watched one of your dumb dramas again?"

Nope, I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t think of anything else but you, you want to answer, but obviously you don’t. " I slept just fine. Maybe your shoulder’s that comfy."

While you and Bakugou start your usual banter, two green eyes were staring at you in disbelief from their seat.

"Deku-kun?" He jumps slightly and turns around to face a confused Uraraka. "Are you listening?"

"Oh– sorry! I am," he sheepishly answers and scratches the back of his head. "I was just thinking of something."

I’ve never seen someone stand this close to Kacchan without getting blasted, he thinks before fully directing his attention to his classmate, though the thought lingers at the back of his mind.

In fact, I’ve never seen someone being this friendly with him, ever. 

True to his words, Aizawa barely left you the time to unpack your suitcases and you all exercised on your first day on the camp for what felt like ages.

"First we train for hours, then Aizawa tells us to cook dinner... This is child labour," sighed Mina as she cleaned the plates.

You were just standing there, having no idea what to do. You joined the rest of the students last and weren’t assigned any task. You did want to help out, but you had no idea who to ask.

You wanted to help with the cooking, as you were pretty good at it, in your humble opinion of course. Or maybe you could bake a cake for your classmates so you could all of eat as dessert.

"(L/N)!" Kirishima runs to you. "You can help out Todoroki with the food. The desserts need to be kept cold."

"Oh, okay." Why would he need someone to keep desserts cold though? You follow him, and Kaminari grins at you and Todoroki.

"Kitchen supplies stick together, eh? Make sure to keep my ice cream cold." He winks at you, and you furrow your brows.

"Kitchen supplies?" You glance at Todoroki, confused, but he looks just as lost as you are.

"How are we kitchen supplies?" He asks a tad too seriously, and you try your best to not giggle.

"You two have both heat and cold based quirks! (Y/N), you can even adjust the temperature to your liking!"

Oh. So you were basically both the microwaves and refrigerators of the class.

"Todoroki, do you think my bacon would cook if I put it on your arm?" Kaminari asks, and you don’t voice it, but you’re genuinely wondering too.

"Maybe if I add oil beforehand. Or butter." Todoroki’s dead serious, and staring at the butter on the wooden table. You can’t help but giggle at his behavior.

"I like my bacon with both– Ouch! Jirou, what the hell?!" The girl pulls retreats her plugs-earrings and grabs Kaminari’s arm. "Stop bothering them and help me with the plates instead."

They both leave, and you’re  left alone with Todoroki, which is a first. You’ve never talked to him – granted, you’ve never talked to most people in class, and just a month ago the only people you ever talked to were Mina, Jirou and occasionally Ochako – but the boy wasn’t as happy-go-lucky and talkative as the rest of the class, meaning you’d have to stay together for a while, in total silence.

Or maybe not in total silence, because Todoroki suddenly grabs a knife and the butter, and your eyes widen. Was he seriously about to do it?!

"I don’t think he was serious." You can’t believe you have to explain this to him. He was so oblivious, which was surprising considering he’s one of the top students.

"Oh." A pause. "What do I do then?"

Don’t ask me!, you almost tell him, you had no idea either. Instead, you try to come up with a last minute task. "Er... You can make ice to keep the ice creams cold. I’ll keep the meals warm."

He nods and follows your idea, and you focus on warming up the plates of scrambled eggs in front of you. Lots of salty food were on the table, but no sight of anything sweet, and you wished you actually bought that cake at the gas station.

As each student was occupied with their own task, you wondered where Bakugou was. Mina didn’t move from her spot, Midoriya was helping out Yaoyorozu, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

"Woah, Bakugou! I keep forgetting you’re a good cook!"

You raise your head at the mention of the boy’s name - he truly always has perfect timing - and turn around to see Bakugou chopping vegetables at light speed. He looks like a professional, you think, and wonder if his cooking tastes good as well. You’ve heard so much about how skilled he is, maybe you should ask him to make you something later.

"Shut up and make yourself useful," he grumbles, not even phased by her compliment. "Slice the meat then dip it into the sauce. You better not mess it up. "

Ochako, who was standing next to the boy, grabs the kitchen knife on the table and starts slicing the pork under Bakugou’s analyzing gaze. He clicks his tongue and drops his own knife. "You’re doing it wrong, shithead." He grabs both of her hands, stands behind her and leads her to cut thin slices before letting her try again on her own. 

Your breathing stops.

They keep cooking, and occasionally, Bakugou tells her to hand him over some ingredients. "Cheeks, give me the pepper. " "Sure thing, chief!"

Cheeks? That’s a cute nickname. Cuter than your own. Very cute in general. Too cute for acquaintances.

You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to clear out your thought. This is just Bakugou and Ochako cooking. Nothing weird about your two classmates making katsudon. Nothing weird, and yet you feel a pang in your chest. You feel a little sick, even. The nickname thing didn’t help. Neither did the sight of the two of them standing so close to each other. 

"(L/N)? That’s not the ice creams you’re holding." Todoroki’s voice brings you back to the reality and you realize you accidentally used your quirk on the plate of scrambled eggs you were still holding.

It’s icy cold. Crap.

Chapter Text

So, Bakugou calls Ochako Cheeks.

It’s fitting. Ochako has the cutest chubby cheeks, and she’s just a really cute person in general. Sometimes, he calls her Round Face, which is also fitting. You’ve even heard him call her Uraraka once – during an exercise, granted, but he did call her by her name.

He never called you (L/N). Not even once.

You were just Ribs – and what kind of nickname was that?! Ochako had a cute nickname. Why not you too? If you didn’t know them any better, you’d probably think it was affectionate, unless it actually was affectionate. Yours was by far the lamest in class, although Ponytail and Shitty Hair were serious competition.

Point is, it’s not even like Bakugou to give such a cute nickname to his classmates. Midoriya was his childhood friend, or acquaintance, whatever he was, and his nickname was fucking Deku. Kirishima was pretty much his best friend and he still had the nerve to criticize his hair.

Cheeks is adorable, the kind of nickname you give to your girlfriend or crush as a way to tease her, an affectionate, cute nickname. Maybe you were overthinking it and it was just a normal one. But maybe it wasn’t.

You knew you were being stupid, getting this worked up over a goddamn nickname. You also felt guilty, after all, Ochako’s one of your closest - and only - friends. You don’t even know why you’re so pissed. It doesn’t make sense to you. 

They talked again — Bakugou and Ochako. Brief exchanges, right before dinner, but all their interactions are a happy, cute banter, and you still feel multiple pangs in your heart every time you rewind it mentally.

It was stupid, really, the way you were being jealous of one of your only friends, and literally the sweetest person you knew because of a few interactions. You weren’t dating, you were barely friends, he didn’t owe you anything and you had no right to feel that way.

I’m the shittiest friend both could have, you thought. He’s allowed to hang out with other people, platonically or not. But the thought of them being in a non platonic relationship was just– it crushed your heart. 

You mindlessly pinch your own cheek. It’s not as chubby and soft as Ochako’s. You’re not as cute and bubbly as her either. If Bakugou had to choose between her brave, strong willed personality and your boring self, he’d probably pick her, right?

Nevermind Ochako, would he even consider you? You were nothing special. Not particularly strong, no outstanding personality. Would Bakugou even think of you that way one day?

"‘Fuck are you doing?"

You’re sitting in front of a wooden table, grilled chicken on your plate and a glass of apple juice facing you, your cheek resting on your fist, and your right hand pinching your other cheek. Bakugou’s sitting next to you, on your left, while Tokoyami’s on your right, and Shoji in front of you.

"Those shitty drinks actually fried your brain?" He raises an eyebrow at your movements. He just saw you pinching your own cheek. Crap.

"No! My brain’s just fine," you answer defensively and remove your head from your fist, embarrassed he witnessed that.

You clear your throat, fix your posture and take a bite from the grilled chicken on your plate. Unsurprisingly, it tastes really good. Bakugou and Ochako made that, too.

You could’ve done that though. You were a good cook too. Not as good as Bakugou, granted, and maybe not as good as Ochako either, but you could certainly make grilled chicken on your own. Damn your quirk and Kaminari for making you the walking refrigerator of class 2-A. "Was just thinking about something."

Not feeling hungry anymore, you put your fork back on the table and sigh. You missed him and he’s sitting right next to you, so you should just get over your feelings and talk to him like nothing happened, right? As weird as it sounds, you don’t feel like it. In fact, you don’t feel like talking to anyone right now, and leave the table earlier than everyone else.

You look back one last time. Bakugou isn’t looking at you. What did I expect anyways.., you bitterly think as you kick a rock on the road while walking to the dorms.

You decide to take a bath instead of a shower, and dwell into the steaming water. In a way, you were glad you left dinner early, as you were on your own and could overthink safely, without anyone interrupting you.

Your muscles slowly relax as the hot water surrounds you and you let out a content sigh. You rest your head against one of the rocks, looking up at the sky, and try to put some order on your thoughts.

First of all, you aren’t mad at Ochako, at all. You have no reason to be. But while you don’t know how Bakugou and Ochako are, the thought of someone – anyone, really – being closer to him, in a non platonic way, crushes your heart.

That is the problem. It’s not Ochako herself, at all. It’s just that you were reminded that you’re still barely a friend to him, and that’s not going to change anytime soon.

But one day, whether it’s Ochako, or someone else, Bakugou will have feelings for someone, date someone that isn’t you. It’ll eventually happen. You don’t want it to, though. If you were confused about your feelings yesterday, now you’re sure of it : you don’t want to be just friends. You want him to like you as much as you like him, think of you as much as you think of him.

Maybe you should confess after all.

You know he’s going to reject you, but isn’t it less scary since you know for a fact nothing’s going to happen after that? There is no fear or rejection, no doubt. You could just tell him how you feel to finally let it all out, release yourself from your growing feelings.

But then what if he starts hating you? His opinion of you matters. No, confessing was not it. Instead, you put some distance between you and him too – not because he did anything wrong, but because you’re getting attached way too fast, and you’ll just end up suffering in the long run. If the simple thought of him having feelings for someone else got you this worked up, imagine what it’s going to be the day he actually dates someone. You’ll be crushed.

Maybe you were being overly dramatic, but you hated this situation, and wanted it to end as quick as possible. You’d have time to reflect on this, anyways. How and when did I get so attached to him? you wonder as you sink deeper into the water, letting it completely surround you.

If you got away with leaving earlier than everyone and bathing on your own, you unfortunately didn’t escape the slumber party Mina and Hakagure planned out in one of the bedrooms.

According to Kendou, the U.A. training camp used to happen at a totally different place, and the girls all slept in a big common bedroom, but the school upgraded to two large dorms this year, in a brand new location. They had a kind of sleepover last year, and decided to make it a tradition. 

Most of the 2-A and 2-B girls were sitting on their pillow in a large circle, snacks and a few drinks splattered on the ground. You’re between Tsuyu and Mina, hands deep into a bag of mini brownies.

You were a bit reluctant at first, but ended up joining in, not just because Mina begged you, but also because this could be a good way to distract yourself from your... internal debate.

How silly and naive of you to think that.

"So now that we’re all together... who’s got a boyfriend in here?" You choke on the brownie you were munching at Mina’s sudden question. The entire room goes silent, and your friend pouts, disappointed. Of course they would talk about that today... I’m cursed.

"Seriously? Same as last year? No one?"

"It’s not like we have the time to think about this kind of things," answers Momo, and a few girls nod at her answer.

"We don’t have enough free time to meet people outside the school, and the boys are so focused on competition I doubt they even see us as potential girlfriends," complains Hakagure. " She’s not wrong, and you’re reminded of a certain blonde that was the prime example of what she just said.

"Speaking of the boys," starts Setsuna, "are they really all single? No couples in the hero course? None at all?"

"Not that I know of," answers Kendou, and her eyes goes to Jirou. "Although I’ve always been wondering if you’re dating Kaminari."

The girl furiously blushes and nearly drops her phone. "No, we’re not— we’re just friends!" Setsuna raises an eyebrow at her answer. "You two seem close though."

"A boy and a girl can be friends without anything happening between them," comments Ochako. You’re reminded of her interactions with Bakugou. She’s right. Maybe they’re really just friends, nothing more, and you– oh God, why were you so dramatic earlier?

"True, just look at Kendou and Monoma," giggles Mina, and Kendou chokes on her drink.

"Monoma’s not  my friend. " She coldly answers. "If anything, he’s like a six years old brother you have to babysit so he doesn’t get in trouble. It’s tiring." 

"So it’s more like a siblings-like relationship?" Kendou nods at Momo’s question.

Setsuna sits closer to you. "(Y/N), what about you?" Of course she has to ask you. Of fucking course.

"Nothing about me." It’s surprisingly not hard to lie, as you answer in the most neutral tone possible. Your heart beats faster though. "I’m not dating anyone and I’m not interested in anyone either."

"What a shame, you’re pretty..." Setsuna means it as a compliment, but you raise an eyebrow at her answer. Having a partner has nothing to do with someone’s physical appearance. 

You’re about to thank her anyways, since she still complimented you, but Hakagure cuts you. "I kind of see you with someone super calm and cold tempered, like Todoroki!" Your eyes widen at that, and you notice Momo’s do as well. You assume it’s because they’re friends, as you’ve seen them talking a lot lately.

"Me and... Todoroki...?" You’ve never thought about it, and though you have to admit he’s objectively extremely good looking, you’re not interested in the slightest. You’re not even flustered, really just surprised by the completely random pair. "Where did that even come from?"

"You’re both the emotionless type, aren’t you?" presses Hakagure. "And your quirks are kind of similar. Wasn’t his father interested in yours? What if Todoroki told him about it?"

No I’m not, and I don’t think he is either, you almost answer. You weren’t emotionless at all, just a bit introverted. Todoroki didn’t strike you as cold and emotionless either. Maybe he just needed time to warm up around people too. Was that really how people perceived you, though? An emotionless, blank-faced person? That was kind of disappointing.

As for the father part, Endeavor’s entire agency is full of heroes with heat based quirks, so it technically wasn’t that surprising that he was interested in your quirk. The only surprising thing is that he’d bother take someone that’s not his son, but you doubt Todoroki’s behind all this.

"I’m not interested in him anyways, and the feeling’s probably mutual." You feel like you need to clarify that, knowing how fast rumors went in the hero course. Your classmates were sweet, really, but some were clearly gossip deprived and you were not about to feed their school romance fantasy. 

"Eh, that’s too bad... You’d make such a good looking couple," she pouts. Did she really only pair the two of you because of your looks? You almost giggle at that. How weird. 

"You guys are so lucky..." Setsuna says, and you’ve never been so glad to hear someone changing the topic of a conversation. "The 2-A boys are totally better looking than the 2-B ones. Todoroki looks like one of those models you see on Billboard ads."

"Eh, that’s not true! Awase’s pretty cute," giggles Hakagure. You try to remember who that is, but fail at it. Who was that again?

"Monoma’s not bad looking when he’s not spitting nonsense about us," remarks Mina. "His personality ruins his good looks, that’s such a waste." Your skin crawls at the mention of his name. You only haven’t seen him for half a day, but you already forgot he existed, and being reminded that he does, in fact, exist was not pleasant. 

"True, he’s actually pretty cute..." says Hakagure, and her shirt turns around, so you assume she’s looking at you. "But he’s totally whipped for (Y/N), it’s like a rivals to lovers story!"

First of all, you were pretty sure that was not what a rival to lovers story was. You never considered him, or anyone in 2-B your rival. He was the one obsessed with that.

Second, he might not be bad to look at, but you’re never, ever considering him as a potential boyfriend, or even friend. Not only did he not have a sense of personal space, he should apologize to you instead of hitting on you.

"No thanks. The rival to lovers trope is totally one sided." Your eyes narrow in disgust. You and Monoma? Never in hell. Nope. Not happening. Not even if someone paid you to date him.

"He’d be a horrible boyfriend anyways." Kendou interrupts, and you completely agree with her. "He just turned 17 but acts like a sixth grader. His girlfriend will basically be his babysitter."

"He’s probably the type to expect you to cook everything for him, take care of this stuff and just... be like his mother or something," shudders Jirou. "That’s so not my thing."

"I’d rather date a guy that can cook for himself, or for us two," remarks Ochako. "I’m a good cook, but splitting the tasks sounds better than just doing everything yourself."

"Bakugou can cook," remarks Tsuyu, and you gulp. The Gods were definitely against you today. "And his meals always look like something a professional would make." You nod at her comment, he’s indeed really skilled.

"He’d make a pretty good boyfriend," comments Ochako, and you nearly drop the last brownie you were holding. You try your best to keep a completely neutral face, and clear your throat. "He can cook, clean, he’s strong and he’s really smart too."

"Bakugou?" giggles Jirou. "A good boyfriend? Not with that personality. I feel bad for whoever ends up dating him." Kendou nods and your eye twitches. Bakugou might be loud, but saying he’d be a shitty partner because he’s short tempered... That didn’t sound right.

"I feel like he’s the type to be soft with the one he likes though," answers Ochako, and you feel Mina’s eyes on you. You gulp and pretend you don’t notice her staring at you, but she doesn’t bulge. As if. I wish he was nicer because he liked me that way, but that’s not happening. 

"If we had this conversation last year I would’ve definitely agreed with Jirou but... He’s actually really hot." One more kick in your poor heart, this time caused by Setsuna. "His personality’s the only downside. Someone needs to fix those anger issues."

If you were a little angered at first, you were now really pissed. Nevermind your jealousy, his personality was completely fine, and not a downside at all! How could say say that when they didn’t even know him? He didn’t need to be fixed. He was fine the way he was.

"His personality’s fine. "Everyone turns to look at you. "You guys just don’t know him at all."

Everyone blinks. You gradually get redder as you realize what you just told everyone and what it implied, but it’s too late, and you still don’t regret defending him. It truly annoys you, and even hurt a little, the way they talked about him like he was completely insufferable. Despite meeting him before you, none of them knew him the way you did.

"You’re right.. We don’t know him at all," agrees Kendou, and she lightly punches Setsuna’s arm. "That was uncalled for."

Setsuna sheepishly apologizes to you, saying she didn’t mean to be rude, and Jirou nods, but you don’t answer anything – it’s not like you were the one they criticized.

The topic suddenly changes to how close Kirishima and Mina are – to which she answers they just knew each other back in middle school – after a short silence, then to Midoriya. Ochako blushes and stutters at the mention of his name, and you wonder how transparent can one get, though you’re relieved she’s already into someone.

Ochako’s words linger in your mind though. Bakugou would be soft to his partner? How soft? You can’t imagine him being all lovey doves with anyone, and you don’t want to witness that either. You wanted to hang out with them to distract yourself and ended up thinking about him again. 

Getting up after half an hour spent in the girls company, you tell the girls you’re too tired to stay and leave the room. You don’t know if they buy it, and frankly, you don’t care either, though Mina’s worried eyes stay at the back of your mind. I’ll reassure them tomorrow, you think as you leave the room, leaving the bag of brownies next to the girls.

You stop at your bedroom’s door. You told them you wanted to sleep, but truth is, you don’t feel like sleeping either. Actually, you’re wide awake. You just don’t want any company. Sighing, you turn around to leave the small building, hoping Aizawa wouldn’t scold you for that. Wasn’t the whole place rented by U.A. anyways? It’s not like something dangerous could happen outside, right?

You decide to take a walk. The weather’s a bit chilly, and you shiver, hands trying to warm up your bare arms as the wind hits you. You could use your quirk, but the relentless training Aizawa made you go through took away all your strength, and you just stick to rubbing your hands against each other. 

The sky’s cloudy, and you can’t see any stars at all. What a shame, you think as you reach the forest and look for a spot where to sit. You wanted to look at the stars peacefully, but looks like you’d have to settle for giant grey clouds.

You’re about to sit on a large rock you found on the walk when you notice a bulky figure in front of you. You could recognize that blonde spiky hair anywhere now – what was Bakugou doing here?!

You’re still debating whether you should approach him or quietly leave, when his voice interrupts your thoughts. "Whoever this is, fuck off." You jump at his harsh tone.

"... It’s me. (L/N)." You can see the muscles of his back relaxing, and he doesn’t look as tense. "I can leave if you want me to," you add, not wanting to bother him. If he wanted to be on his own, you’d respect that.

"You can stay." You’re a bit surprised at his answer but just nod, though he can’t see you, and sit next to him, leaning against the tree behind him. You take a look at the boy. He’s staring at the cloudy sky, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. His fist is clenched as well, and you feel like there’s something off.

"Are- Are you okay?" you clumsily ask, scolding yourself for the stuttering and bad wording. "I mean– Something on your mind?"

Eyes fixed on the trees in front of you, he takes a couple of seconds to answer, as if he’s considering telling you about it. "It’s just–" he stops, and his eyes narrow. " It’s fucking stupid."

"Can’t be stupid if it’s keeping you up at night," you softly answer. He doesn’t say anything at first, and just looks at you. You return his gaze, and he moves his own to the trees for the second time.

"I can’t sleep," he starts, and the crease between his eyebrows deepens. "I have those– those nightmares, flashbacks, whatever they’re called. Can’t stop getting ‘em."

"Flashbacks of what?" Silence. He seems to consider answering you again, and you give him the time he needs.

"Last year. Those shitfaced villains kidnapped me. The League. Not at this place. I’m the reason why they changed the location." Your eyes widen. Bakugou was kidnapped? By the League? Why didn’t you hear anything about this? Was that the accident everyone kept referring to?

"I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s drivin’ me crazy." He should stop there, but he can’t. He’s been keeping these feelings for himself for far too long, and there’s finally someone to listen to him. He wouldn’t tell this to anyone, but for some reason, he feels like it’s okay if it’s you. "My old hag, she blamed me for what happened. I just know everyone here did too. It was my fault and now– it’s been a year and I can’t get over it. It’s fucking pathetic."

"It’s not." He turns his head to look at you. "It’s not pathetic at all. And I assure you whatever happened wasn’t your fault."

A pause. "... stop lookin’ at me like that," he groans. 

"Like what?"

"Like you fucking pity me. I don’t need it." You shake your head repetitively. "I’m not. I’m just sorry they made you feel that way. It really isn’t your fault, Bakugou." 

Strangely, he believes you right away. You don’t look apologetic at all. Your gaze is soft, and your eyes reassuring. He finds himself unable to answer anything, and just stares at you, mouth slightly gaping. You assume he doesn’t want to tell you more, and accept his decision.

"And please don’t be so harsh on yourself. Your feelings aren’t pathetic. I think you’re really strong for going through this on your own."

No answer, again, but you know it’s not a bad thing. A couple of minutes pass. The silence isn’t awkward, but rather comfortable. 

"If you don’t feel like talking anymore, that’s fine." You get closer to him and his arm is now touching your own. "But I’m here if you feel like venting your feelings out. Anytime." Your eyes meet his, and he looks at the scenery again after what seems like a good minute. He mumbles out something, but you don’t catch it.

"Hm?"

He groans and clears his throat. "Stay here. Just a bit."

"Okay." You smile at him, and his skin crawls. He’s never opened up to anyone about how he feels, to anyone, ever. But suddenly, he feels like telling you everything — the stress U.A. causes him, the way his mother blamed him for his kidnapping last year, everything that happened with All Might. He doesn’t know why, but at this very moment, he feels like he could trust you with his life. You don’t judge him, make assumptions about him, and you care for his feelings.

Most important of all, you don’t pity him. You don’t think any less of him, even though he just told you he’s been fucking kidnapped, and can’t get over it after a goddamn year.

Instead, you press the side of your cold body against his, and just stay with him, just like he asked you to. Your presence is reassuring, soothing, and the flashbacks slowly leave his mind as he focuses on you. The way you make his heart beat at light speed. The way he’s never felt this peaceful with anyone else. The way he’s always felt misunderstood, especially at this school, and you’re the only one not looking down on him. He feels safe, at ease.

In fact, he’s always felt at ease with you. All those weird feelings he felt whenever he was with you – it’s all making sense now.

It wasn’t just about your body. Maybe it’s never been just that. Right now, all he has in mind is the way you smiled at him just a few seconds ago, your hand still holding his, and the sweet scent of your fruit scented shampoo. The way you’re so carefree and bubbly around him, only around him and nobody else. The way you seem to genuinely appreciate his presence, and yourself admitted you weren’t this comfortable around anyone else. The way you’re the only person he wants around him right now, the only one that somewhat understands him.

His thoughts are interrupted by your head falling against his shoulder. You’re dozing off. He checks his phone, it’s nearly midnight. He slowly shakes your shoulder and you jump a little, then rub your eyes. "Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re leaving."

You both get up in silence and he sees you shivering a little. His eyes go to the sweater he put on the floor earlier. He’s a little cold too, but he takes it, and throws it at you before walking back to the building without a word.

You silently follow him, zipping up the large sweater he just gave you. It smells like him, caramel, and you don’t bother taking it off even when you slip into your bed. 

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Last night made Bakugou realize he’s pretty clueless about this whole feelings thing.

You haunting his mind is technically not new. He remembers the day he noticed you for the first time like it was yesterday – though it is pretty recent, to be fair. He couldn’t get you out of his mind, for days, which never happened to him before, and which confused him too.

But this feels different. As weird as it sounds, it was just your figure that attracted him. He still thought of you as the same boring, irrelevant girl that transferred last minute from the general studies, who just happened to be really easy on the eyes. Right now, all he can think about is you, but it’s you as a person. The way you scratch your black nail polish when you’re embarrassed, or the pouts you make when he makes fun of you. The soft smiles you flash him from time to time. The comebacks you always come up with to counter his harsh words, resulting in a happy and somewhat enjoyable banter.

Usually, his personality is what scares people off. Not that he cares, he’s just aware of it. But you didn’t run away after spending time with him. In fact, you always started the conversations, talked to him first, and you always looked happy when he was the one approaching you. Maybe you enjoyed his company. He wants you to. He knows he tolerates yours. Maybe he enjoys it too. Scratch that, he does enjoy it. He finds himself wanting every moment spent with you to last longer, of course he does.

Thing is... why? Why does he likes your company so much? Again, this never happened with anyone, ever. He doesn’t want to spend more time with someone, he doesn’t constantly rewind the moments spent with them, he doesn’t think about them constantly – it’s just not like him to obsess over someone this much.

In his 17 years of existence, he’s never questioned his feelings for anyone. Well, never, until now.

If he doesn’t know how to put words on how he feels about you, Bakugou knew one thing : he doesn’t like this, at all. And he doesn’t know how to get rid of it, of these feelings he can’t even explain properly. It doesn’t help that you’re constantly on his mind too, and his eyes always unconsciously look for you, like this morning, at the dining camp.

Round Face and Raccoon Eyes are making toasts, but you’re not with them. Must be late again, he thinks to himself, remembering how you were always ten minutes late to class. Except you didn’t spend the night watching TV shows, but with him—

Right. That happened. He opened up to someone, and that someone is the classmate he can’t get out of his head. This is new, too. It’s almost funny, the way your sole existence makes him experience so many new things, so many first times, and he doesn’t know if that’s good or not. But point is, you’re not here yet... or you weren’t five seconds ago, because he sees you running to the dining camp the moment he starts looking for you again.

You’re still wearing his sweater, he notices. It kind of looks good on you. He would normally tell you to give it back, but weirdly, he doesn’t feel like it, and just watches you from afar.

You wake up on your own, a faint scent of caramel surrounding you. The room’s empty, and you grab your phone only to realize it’s already eight in the morning.

You’re thirty minutes late to the dining camp, and don’t even have the time to fix your hair or change into something more... fitting, leaving wearing your cat pajama pants and a large sweater covering your flimsy tank top.

If Aizawa notices you’re late, he doesn’t say anything about it, letting you join the others, and you silently thank him for that. Maybe he thought of you as a fellow sleep deprived person. Once there, you grab a toast, strawberry jam, a knife, and start spreading it on the half burnt bread. Not the best, which is probably why it was left to the side, but you guess that’s what you get for being late.

"I’ve never seen that sweater before." You drop your knife at Shinsou’s quiet voice and turn around to glare at him. Damn it. He did it again. Definitely was a cat in his past life. You’d have to ask him someday.

"Yeah, it’s..." Shinsou’s blank stare was so unsettling. " new. " That technically wasn’t a lie, was it? It was new. Just not yours.

"Doesn’t exactly look your size though." Crap, shit, fuck, damn him, damn it— "Oversized clothing’s trendy these days," you mutter, eyes locked on your strawberry jam toast.

You know why he said that. You know what he implied. But would you admit that’s Bakugou’s sweater? Nope. He probably knows already, but admitting it yourself would give him the occasion to tease you endlessly. Instead, you nervously hand him your burnt toast in an attempt to change the topic. "Want one?"

He shakes his head. "I ate earlier. Late again?" You nod, and stuff the toast in your mouth. It doesn’t taste that good, or good at all, but you’re starving, and slowly chew, savoring each bite.

"Saw you leaving the dorms last night. Did you sleep outside?" You choke on your toast. Forget the cat, he was definitely a ninja, or a spy, or both. How did he even see you?!

"I didn’t," you answer between two coughs. "But did you?" you put your half eaten toast down on your plate and raise an eyebrow at him. "You must’ve been outside too if you saw me."

He nods. "I was exercising. Aizawa gave me tips on how I could improve quirkless fighting." You nod, remembering that your teacher does seem to care a lot about Shinsou. They’ve been training together since last year, you heard. "What about you?"

"The stars were lovely yesterday," is what comes to your mind first. Sightseeing was pretty common, especially in such a pretty place. You probably would’ve done that if you didn’t walk on Bakugou. Tough luck, Shinsou doesn’t back down.

"The sky was pretty cloudy though." Crap, he’s right, again. Your eyebrow twitches, and you decide to be direct this time. "Your point?"

"Nothing at all," he answers, and you know that’s a lie. Damn him for being so smart and nosy. You’re not genuinely mad at him for teasing you though, and just playfully hit his back with a glare as he walks towards Kaminari, for whatever reason. The two of them seemed close, and they’ve been hanging with each other a lot lately. What an unexpected pair, you think as you swallow the last bite left from your toast.

Now on your own, you decide to join Ochako and Mina, remembering how you just abruptly left the room last night. You hope they, or anyone really, didn’t notice you left the building at night. You wouldn’t know how to explain it, your conversation with Shinsou was the proof of that.

"(Y/N)! Good morning! I made you breakfast!" You widen your eyes as Ochako shows you a plate of scrambled eggs and honey on top. Sweet, adorable Ochako! God bless h— wait.

"Eggs... and honey?" You’re so hungry you’d eat anything, really, but the unusual mix is surprising to say the least. Mina grins at you and sheepishly rubs the back of her head. "That was my idea. I know you like sweet stuff so..."

You don’t even bother telling her that’s a strange mix and you think plain scrambled eggs are just fine, it’s the thought that counts after all. Instead, you smile back at her, thank her and grab the plate, as the three of you sit at one of the large wooden tables. The two girls have the same breakfast : peanut butter toasts for Ochako, and a peanut butter and strawberry jam mix for Mina.

You bring your fork to your mouth, and your eyes widen. "That’s actually so good! Thank you so much!" You’re not exaggerating, the meal’s surprisingly good. Ochako’s eyes sparkle at your words, and Mina grins at you.

The three of you eat happily, and you’re glad you joined them after all. Well, you are, until Mina starts talking again.

"I’ve seen this sweater somewhere... " Crap. She furrows her brows, trying to recall where she last saw it, and her eyes widen in realization. "Isn’t it the one Baku—," she half yells, and you press your hand against your mouth as an attempt to stop her.

You remove it after a few seconds, and both of your friends are staring at you, waiting for an answer. You decide there’s no point in lying, and you don’t mind telling them anyways. "Er... Yeah, that’s his sweater."

A small pause takes place. "Don’t get the wrong idea! I was cold yesterday and he gave it to me, that’s all!"

Mina raises an eyebrow. "And when did he give it to you? ‘Cause you didn’t have it on you when we were together."

Whoops.

You decide to tell them everything – well, almost everything, you’ll obviously leave out the reason why you stayed with him – and look around before bending a little over the table. You don’t mind, anyways. Ochako and Mina were your friends, and you knew they were trustworthy.

"Promise not to scream, okay?" You look at Mina, and just nods multiple times, urging you to continue. You take a deep breath. You don’t know why you feel so nervous, but you do.

"...Bakugou and I were together last night." Ochako’s eyes widen in shock, but Mina’s smile has never been so wide.

"I knew it! I knew there was something going on!" You blink. She knew?!

"You knew?!" Your words perfectly mirror your thoughts, and she nods at you excitedly. "The day you ate lunch together, and the day he bought you food, and today at the bus! I knew it but Ochako told me to not jump to conclusions— You like him, don’t you?"

Mina’s straightforwardness nearly gives you a heart attack, and you don’t know what to answer. You do like him, but admitting it out loud is something else, and you’re really embarrassed.

"What, no– What are you talking about," you huff out, a nervous giggle escaping your lips. "I don’t like him like that. Nope. Totally not. We’re just friends."

Ochako and Mina stare at each other for a second, and redirect their eyes on you, their grin growing even wider. "Right, right," they answer at the same time, and you can feel your cheeks getting redder by the second.

"I swear it’s not like that! We just sat down and talked. Nothing more."

"Looking at the stars together, how surprisingly romantic of you," snickers Mina.

"It was pretty cloudy, actually," you counter, now wishing you didn’t tell them what exactly happened.

Fortunately for you, Jirou interrupts your conversation by sitting next to you, though her eyes are on Mina.

"Kaminari bought the drinks already, we’re doing it tonight. Momo’s helping us."

Kaminari? Drinks? Yaoyorozu? You furrow your brows. What on earth were they talking about? Ochako looks just as confused as you, but Mina just nods. "Did I miss something?"

Jirou turns to look at you. "We’re doing a campfire tonight. Probably gonna play some games too. You two are coming, right?" She’s referring to you and Ochako, who nods, and you decide to nod as well. You’ve always wanted to sit in front of a campfire while eating grilled marshmallows.

At the same moment, Aizawa comes back from his pause, or his nap, whatever it is, really. You all get up to join him, and you put down your now empty plate on the wooden table.

"To be continued," whispers Mina, referring to your previous conversation, and you giggle at that. "Not on my watch." 

Yaoyorozu and her hideout didn’t disappoint, and you’re all provided with beer the moment Aizawa leaves. Kaminari picked the brand, and you recognize the label : you’ve seen it in supermarkets, next to the energy drinks. Kaminari’s not a surprise, but your other classmate surely is, if anything, you thought she’d be the type to be against it.

Curious, you grab one of the bottles. You’ve never touched a drop of alcohol in your life, you never had the occasion to and never were interested anyways. But you had an entire pack of free beer in front of you anyways, so you might as well try to drink some.

You bring the liquid to your mouth and frown. It tastes... kind of bitter. Not so good. Not good at all, actually, and you wonder how people genuinely enjoyed drinking that. Still, you don’t want to throw away the bottle when it’s almost full, and force yourself to drink some more.

"Oi." Bakugou’s standing next to you, and you didn’t hear him either – really, what was up with people approaching you without making a sound?! Or are you really that dense? "Why’re you drinking if you don’t even like it?"

"I don’t want to throw it away," you explain, trying to your hide your surprise. "Don’t want any?" You shake the half empty beer bottle in front of him, and he frowns, disgusted. "Fuck no. This shit’s nasty. And I don’t wanna get involved if Aizawa catches your asses."

That’s what he cared about? Aizawa catching you? What was the worst he could do, anyways? Give you detention? He probably couldn’t care less.

"You’re a pussy," you giggle, and your laugh sounds more... drunk than intended. Were you already intoxicated? You barely drank! Bakugou raises an eyebrow at your answer, surprisingly not taking the bait.Too bad, you were sure a drunk Bakugou would be hilarious to witness.

"Since when did ya’ get so vulgar, huh?" He sounds amused, and he’s smirking at you. That’s rare. Maybe you should curse at him more often.

"Since forever. Why? You like it?" That’s a lie, both the alcohol and tiredness are just getting to you. You don’t curse that much, or at all, in front of your classmates.

"Yeah." Your breathing stops. You didn’t expect him to actually say yes. You furiously blush and raise your head to look at him, and if you’re a red mess, he’s not embarrassed at all. "I like you better when you speak your damn mind."

First of all, what? He likes you better? He likes you? Obviously not in that way, but did he just admit he likes you? He didn’t say he tolerates you better, so you consider this a win. You don’t get the last part, though. 

"When I speak my mind? What do you mean?"

He’s about to answer you, but gets interrupted by Mina telling everyone to sit down in front of the campfire to play a game. You join her and drag Bakugou by the hem of his jacket, to make sure he doesn’t ditch everyone to go sleep. "You’re coming," you tell him as an answer to his groans.

Mina decides you’re all playing a game, and she calls it Truth, Dare or Drink. You’re pretty sure that’s supposed to be Truth or Dare, but the drinking option sounds more appealing than embarrassing yourself in front of everyone, so you join the group and sit down as well.

You’re sandwiched between Mina and Setsuna, your beer bottle next to your feet and a bag of marshmallows sitting on your thighs. You don’t really care for the game, and just distantly watch your classmates play as you stuff marshmallows in your mouth.

To your surprise, the bottle doesn’t reach you at all. You’ve never played this kind of game, but you weren’t the luckiest person, and thanked the Gods for not having to play for now.

You redirect your attention to the game. Kaminari just drank half of his beer bottle – his third, you notice – to avoid kissing Sero on the lips. You smile at that, and the bottle spins again.

Not me, not me, not me, please don’t be me. Sure, some of your classmates had to answer some really basic truths, like Tsuyu’s "have you ever kissed someone?" or Kirishima’s "what’s the worst secret you’ve kept from your parents?", but knowing your luck – and Kaminari, who was the one picking the question – you’d get something embarrassing, and you had too much beer to drink up. That, and you’re not doing a dare. You always picked that one in elementary – a beginner mistake, really.

The bottle stops spinning, and doesn’t point you, but a certain hotheaded blonde. "Bakugou, truth, dare or drink?" asks a bit too enthusiastic Kaminari.

"Truth, I ain’t a fucking pussy." Only Bakugou would take this so seriously, you giggle to yourself, but you’re also really curious about what kind of question he’d get. Coming from Kaminari, it’s probably going to be something embarrassing to answer to.

Speaking of Kaminari, the boy smiles devilishly. "Ever dated someone?" You nearly spit out your marshmallow– of course he had to ask something like that!

"Nah." The answer’s brief and short, and you’re a bit relieved. Cool, no ex girlfriend or boyfriend that could possibly come back into his life and mention their childhood promise to marry each other and— yeah, you’ve watched too many dramas.

If you’re satisfied with that answer, Kaminari isn’t. "You’ve at least had a crush on someone, right?" Your breath stops. Those questions were getting dangerously interesting, and you’re not sure you can handle the answers. Bakugou glares at him. "It’s one question per person, asswipe."

"Come on, just this one!", presses Kaminari. "At least tell us if you’re into someone right now." Don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer, please.

You’d be unhappy no matter what his answer is! If he says no, your feelings are definitely unrequited. If he says yes, that means he’s already into someone else, someone that’s not you.

You’d cover your ears if you could, you really, really don’t want to hear his answer. It would hurt too much. Unfortunately, with everyone around, that’s obviously not possible, and you’re forced to listen instead.

Silence. Everyone’s waiting for his answer, and you realize you’re not the only one wondering. You gulp, unable to breathe, heart beating at light speed.

" Yeah. ‘Think I am. "

Oh.

At first, you feel like your world’s colliding, like the ground’s slowly disappearing, and you’re falling into the void. Bakugou likes someone – he’s interested in someone, this is it. The moment you were dreading was already happening, and you didn’t know if you could handle it, or how to react to that.

But he’s staring at you. He’s been staring at you the moment he was asked that question. He doesn’t move his gaze, his bright red eyes locked on your own confused orbs.

"BAKUBROOOO!"

"No way– are you serious?"

"Are they from U.A.? In our class? Or is it someone from Shiketsu?"

"Who is it? You can’t leave us hanging like that!"

"Like hell I’m telling you!"

Tons of questions are thrown at Bakugou, and he dismisses them by yelling at his classmates, as usual, but you’re stuck on what just happened. Biting your bottom lip, you’re glad the light coming from the campfire’s hiding the blush on your cheeks. 

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Waking up is... complicated, to say the least. To your surprise, you fell asleep very easily, and it was much harder to get yourself out of your bed. The saying 'you learn something more every day' never made more sense. Today, you learned you had the worst tolerance to alcohol. Whatever, beer tastes disgusting anyways. You could function without it.

Point is, waking up was extremely difficult, and you’re hit with the biggest headache the moment you open your eyes. You crawl out from your bed to grab painkillers, medicine, anything that could remove the sharp pain at the back of your head, and forcefully swallow the pill with a glass of water.

You can’t remember much from last night at first, and only have distant memories of a campfire, marshmallows, very disgusting beer, until it all hits you when you move to the common bathroom to wash your face.

What the hell was last night.

Kaminari and his disgusting beers, the campfire, you sitting next to Mina and Setsuna to play a revamped version of Truth or Dare, the bottle landing on Bakugou, him saying he’s into someo— oh Lord.

You don’t want to jump into conclusions, really. But did Bakugou possibly... like you back? The thought feels surreal, but the way he looked at you last night, the way his eyes never left yours, it’s all so confusing, and you don’t know what to make out of it.

No, there’s no way he likes you. What is there to like, anyways? Why would someone like him be interested in someone as boring and bland as yourself? No, there’s no way it’s you.

But then... who does he like? He said he was into someone, and you want that someone to be you, really badly. But is it? It couldn’t be. Your though process is messy and the inside of your brain is a mess.

Stop playing dumb, it’s totally you he’s talking about, whispers a tiny voice in your head. Don’t be so full of yourself, a guy like him would never consider you as anything more than a classmate, whispers another. How stupid do you have to be?! Who the hell confesses their love for someone while looking at another girl?!

"All of you, shut the fuck up..." you whisper to yourself. God, you’re going crazy.

You close your eyes and try to clear up your mind, but you can’t get his words and the way he looked at you out of your mind. Leaving the empty bedroom, this time just in time for breakfast, you walk to the dining camp, a large hoodie covering your tank top and cat patterned pants.

Almost everyone’s already eating, and you realize you’re not the only one that looks half dead, Kaminari being serious competition to your dark circles and half opened eyes. You remember him sitting next to three or four bottles of beer – he was probably the one that drank the most, so it’s no surprise.

You walk to the wooden counter where most of the food is, and grab bread and strawberry jam. Shinsou’s making cream cheese toasts, and you glance at him while opening the container. He stares back.

"You look like shit."

"Gee, thanks." That’s very rich coming from him, the walking decaying corpse. Oh well, at least you matched each other now.

He doesn’t look more tired than usual, probably because he just went to sleep last night, insisting on not wanting to be a part of the drinking game. If anything, you’re glad he didn’t come, he wouldn’t leave you alone if he witnessed what happened with Bakugou. You didn’t know if your other classmates caught up on that – you really, really hope they don’t – but Shinsou’s so damn perceptive.

You sit together, and it makes you feel a bit nostalgic. It’s been a while since he and you ate together, and you’re reminded of last year, back when you were both in General Studies. You didn’t have many friends back then, just a few acquaintances you hung out with in class, and Shinsou, who gradually became your only actual friend.

"Just like the good old times," snickers Shinsou, and you giggle. "I was thinking the same."

You’re about to grab your knife to spread some more strawberry jam on your – this time, not burnt – toasts when you’re interrupted by the loud sound of glass smacking against the wooden table. You raise your head to look at what caused that noise, and blink twice from confusion.

A plate of pancakes is facing you. Well, a plate of pancakes, and a smug looking Monoma. Not this again...

"Er... Good morning?" You don’t even know what to say. First of all, why was Monoma here, and second, why did he just make you pancakes?

"No need to thank me," he dramatically announces before leaving both you and Shinsou dumbfounded.

"What the– what the hell."

"What just happened..." Shinsou glances at the plate of pancakes. They’re fluffy and still warm, with maple syrup all over them. You have to admit, he’s pretty good. Too bad you’re not fond of maple syrup.

You’re not too fond of Monoma either, but throwing it away would be such a waste. It’s not like eating pancakes means anything romantically speaking, and you plant your fork inside the thick pancake before looking at Shinsou. "Want some?"

He nods, and you give them three out of the five pancakes sitting on your plate – the ones soaked in maple syrup. You bring your fork to your mouth and widen your eyes. Shit, this is actually really good for homemade ones! Fluffy pancakes are a pain in the ass to make, and you always bought them instead of making them yourself.

Focused on savoring the – honestly really tasty – pancakes, you don’t pay attention to the loud sound of Bakugou stabbing his steak multiple times with a fork, a murderous glare on his face. The rest of the table he’s sitting at just watches him, some gulping, and some finding this whole scene hilarious.

"Bakugou, I assure you that thing’s dead. You don’t need to check." Kirishima’s half amused, half concerned, and the blonde doesn’t answer, still staring at you while practically murdering his already dead food.

"Holy shit, she’s got him whipped. It’s worse than I thought," quietly snickers Sero, making Mina giggle.

"Who’s got him whipped?" Kaminari interrupts, confused. Jirou narrows her eyes at his question and shakes her head. "Isn’t it obvious?"

"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! I can’t hear a word, damn it!"

"Eavesdropping’s not a very manly thing to do," jokes Kirishima as an attempt to distract the blonde, but Bakugou doesn’t even bother answering, eyes locked on the pancakes you’re eating.

Did fucking Monoma really make you pancakes? And you’re eating them? They’re not even well made. He can see the way they’re deflating from his seat – they look uncooked and sloppy. He could do much better than that. Piece of cake. And you had some nerve, actually eating it and smiling like it’s the best breakfast you’ve ever had when he could do so much better— shit, maybe he’s whipped.

Finally adverting his gaze from you, Bakugou angrily stabs his steak one more time, this time to eat it. It’s cold now, and nearly in shambles. Fuck.

"Y’know, if you like her so much, you should tell her." Kirishima almost whispers that, as the rest of the Bakusquad hop to another topic.

Bakugou’s about to deny, fuck no, I don’t 'like her so much', and mind your business, Shitty Hair, but he stops himself, and just stuffs the steak in his mouth, looking away. He refuses to answer to that, but maybe Kirishima’s right. Maybe he really should tell you about how he feels about you, although he’s not completely sure himself.

But then what happens? What if you run away? What if you decide to not talk to him anymore? He feels foolish, worrying about that, but the thought of you never wanting to speak to him again because of how he feels about you is almost... scary. He doesn’t want it to happen. But he also can’t bear with this feeling of uncertainty for much longer.

Training was alright, although you can’t feel your lower body anymore. You can’t believe Aizawa made you workout out of all things – you have to build some muscles, he says. Strength is the only area you’re really lacking in, he says. Right now, the only thing you’re lacking is properly functioning legs. They’re wobbly and squirming like jelly, and your lower abdomen hurts when you breathe too hard.

You head to the table where you’re usually standing at this time of the day, alongside Todoroki, your fellow kitchen supply classmate, but Ochako’s already helping him out. Her eyes light up when she sees you.

"(Y/N)! Todoroki asked me to help him with a few things, would it bother you to help the others cook dinner? I need a replacement."

"Of course not. Where do I help?" You look around and Ochako points at the table she usually stands around. Bakugou’s standing there. Crap.

"Okay, I’ll get going..." She warmly thanks you, and you feel like you can’t back down anymore. But facing Bakugou so fast? Right after what happened yesterday? You were so not ready.

Unless nothing happened. It’s all in your head – he doesn’t like you. It’s not you.

If you’re a mess inside, Bakugou’s the same as ever. Grumpy look on his face, although less grumpy than usual, standing in front of a few ingredients and you walk closer to stand next to him. He’s already cooking, you notice.

"So... what am I making?" You try to sound as natural as possible, but your voice breaks a little. Crap. You clear up your throat, mentally cursing yourself for making this exchange more awkward than it already is. Well, on your part, because Bakugou’s not phased at all.

He narrows his eyes to read the piece of paper he was handed earlier. "Just lots of stir fried noodles. Six eggs." Cool. Noodles. You could do that. "Y’know how to do that or need the recipe?"

"No need for one." You get started right away, and put the noodles to boil in a large pot of boiling water. You glance at Bakugou – a soup is already boiling on the side, and he’s now making curry.

You both silently cook, him slicing the chicken while you marinate the steak alongside soy sauce, salt, pepper, and a bit of chili pepper paste. The silence’s more comfortable now, as you’re both focused on your task, and to your surprise, he doesn’t nitpick about anything. He scolded Ochako multiple times yesterday, and the day before, too. Weird.

Bakugou glances at you while adding pepper to the soup. You’re focused on stir frying the steak, brows furrowed in concentration. You haven’t talked to him since yesterday, and he misses the sound of your voice. 

"Tonight," he starts, and you raise your head, a bit startled by the sudden sound of his voice. "There’s like a forest game thing. Aizawa’s lettin’ us stay up after the curfew."

You nod, confused. "Oh... I didn’t know." Why’s he telling me that? Your heart instantly starts beating faster. Does he want to go with you? In the forest, late at night? Is this why? Oh God, maybe it really is you he was talking ab—

"My sweater."

What. "What about it?"

"It’ll be cold. Give it back."

You’re pretty sure your heart would have shattered in this very moment if it was made of glass. His sweater. He wants it back. You can’t even hide the disappointment in your face, and focus on your noodles again. "... I’ll give it back tonight."

Fuck, fuck, fucking— did he really just say that? He doesn’t want the damn sweater back. He doesn’t even mind the cold, that was the shittiest thing he could come up with! Fucking hell. He’s such an idiot.

You’re already done with your meal, a large bowl of stir fried noodles and beef in front of you. It’s enough to feed about five people, and it looks damn good, he thinks. Smells good too. He’s about to tell you it doesn’t look too shitty, but you’re already leaving.

Dinner was weird, you decide. You sit next to Shinsou again, and quietly eat your stir fried noodles. Shinsou has a small bowl of Bakugou’s chicken and rice soup as well, while the noodles are enough for you, as you’re not feeling hungry.

Speaking of Bakugou, you can feel his gaze on you, and you’re not even sure why. It feels like the first time he glanced at you — at the cafeteria. It feels so far away from you, and yet, it hasn’t even been a month. Back then, he scared the shit out of you. Now, you have a very, very painful crush on him, and you’re not sure if that’s any better.

Stop it, you scold yourself mentally. You’re at fault for getting your hopes up. Maybe if you weren’t so delusional, you’d be in a better mood tonight. He’s your friend — a friend, nothing more. That’s what he’ll always be to you, so get over your stupid crush, damn it.

If Shinsou notices what’s going on, he doesn’t say a word, and you’re thankful for that. You just calmly finish your meal, and both leave the table to help out with the dishes.

Just as promised, the game starts at 10pm. You don’t really feel like playing, but you’re already there, so whatever.

"It’s a treasure hunt game. Teams have been randomly chosen. Don’t get lost. Curfew’s at 11pm." Aizawa seems even more tired than usual, and looks like he couldn’t care less about the game. You get closer to the wooden board and squint your eyes to find your name.

Please don’t be Mineta or Monoma, please don’t be Mineta or Monoma, please don’t be Mineta or Monoma... You join your hands together, and your prayers are answered, because your name’s next to another classmate. (L/N) (Y/N) and Todoroki Shouto.

Okay. That’s fine by you. Would be a little awkward, but you’ll take Todoroki over Mineta any day. Hopefully, he’d manage to find the treasure before everyone else so you’d get to go back to your room early. There was this anime you were dying to watch, but didn’t have the time to so far.

You glance at Shinsou, who’s standing next to you. "Who did you get?" He narrows his eyes  and his nose wrinkles in disgust. "Mineta."

It’s hard not to laugh, and you start giggling, earning a glare from the boy. "So lucky," you sneer. "Would die to be in your place, really."

"(L/N)?" Todoroki’s deep voice startles you, and you turn around. "We’re paired up." Oh, right. The game. The treasure hunt.

"Yeah, I know—" this is so awkward... "So, uh... Do we get started right now?"

He’s about to nod, but you’re interrupted by the presence of a certain short tempered blonde.

"Oi." You turn around to face Bakugou, and Todoroki raises his head too. "Hand Ribs over. We’re switching partners."

"Why would I do that? You already have a partner," asks a genuinely confused looking Todoroki, which only makes Bakugou angrier.

"Because I said so, fuckface! I ain’t staying with fucking Dunce Face over there."

"That doesn’t sound like my problem."

"Hah?!"

Crap, crap– What was going on?! Everything escalated so quickly — and was Todoroki always so direct? If you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he’s doing this to spite Bakugou, but the genuine confusion on his face... is he really just that dense?

"Holy shit, are they fighting for (L/N)?"

"They are!"

"Let’s get closer, I don’t wanna miss this."

"So popular," sneers Shinsou, and you glare at him. You want to interrupt them, but how – and with everyone watching...

"I got something to tell her, alright?!"

Pause. What. He has something to tell you? You scold yourself for letting your heart beating like this again. You assumed things earlier in the afternoon and ended up ruining your own day. Stop. Don’t get your hopes up again. There’s no use.

Still, you really, really want to know what he has to tell you.

"What is it?" Apparently, so does Todoroki.

"None of your—"

You get between the two boys, trying to put some distance. You look at Bakugou, his glare softens the moment your eyes meet his. "Can’t you tell me here?"

"No," he growls. "Not here." You gulp, nodding. What’s so important he has to talk to you without anyone else around? Could it be— Gosh, stop it.

You turn around, this time to talk to the dual haired boy. "Todoroki, is it okay if we switch? I just want to hear what he has to say."

The dual haired boy considers what you just said, then nods."It’s okay." Huh. All this arguing for nothing? 

Todoroki walks to Kaminari, and the small crowd you gathered blinks, just as confused as you are. Speaking of the crowd, their staring makes you more uncomfortable by the second, and you pursue your lips in discomfort.

Bakugou grabs your wrist to walk away from them. His grasp is gentle, and you follow him, surprised. "C’mon. We got a game to win." You can only nod at that.

You walk deeper into the forest, quietly so. Bakugou’s back is facing you. He’s wearing a black, tight fitting tank top, and your gaze lingers on his muscles – was he always this fit? It’s almost intimidating. Scratch that, it is intimidating. And kind of attractive, but whatever.

The sight of his bare shoulders makes you remember what he told you earlier — the sweater, right! He told you to give it back!

You speed your pace a little to catch up to him, and now walk right next to him. You zip down the sweater and take it off. He looks at you with wide eyes.

"Your sweater. Here it is." Bakugou was right, it’s kind of cold tonight. Your naked shoulders shiver a little, but it’s fine, you could use your quirk later on.

The boy just stares at you for a few seconds that seem like minutes to you. "You can keep it."

You blink. "I can? I thought you wanted it. It’s fine, I’m not cold." Fat lie, but he doesn’t need to know.

"I’m tellin’ you to keep it," he mumbles, and you just nod. Fine. That was cool too. You zip it up again, humming the now extremely faint scent of caramel surrounding it. It was already fading.

You keep walking, looking around for any clue, but there’s nothing. Weird, Aizawa specified there were many. Was this the wrong way? You just followed Bakugou and didn’t pay attention to the plan after all. You turn your head to look at him, and you’re about to tell him you should go back to the camp, but something stops you in your tracks.

His jaw is clenched, his eyes narrow, and his eyebrows furrowed. It’s not the usual scowl he has on his face – you recognize this look. He had the same one yesterday, when he told you about his nightmares, about the kidnapping.

"You okay?" He tenses, and stops walking. You stop, too. A few seconds pass.

"It’s just..." he sighs, and the crease between his eyebrows grows deeper. "That day. Aizawa made us do somethin’ like this. It reminds me of—" he stops, and you nod. He doesn’t need to finish his sentence, you get what he means. It reminds him of that day.

Your hand goes to his clenched fist. "We can ditch the game if you want to. I didn’t want to play anyways."

His eyes meet yours. A cold wind passes. "’Kay." He opens his fist, and you quietly hold his hand. You have no idea where that boldness comes from – or maybe it’s not boldness at all. It just feels natural, like the right thing to do. Right now, all you want to do is reassure him. He doesn’t move it, and the warmth of his hand clashes with your own ice cold palm.

You look around as you walk, a now comfortable silence surrounding you. You notice a lake, in the distance. You tug on his hand and point at the lake, implying that you want to go there. He follows you, and you’re both speechless. It’s surrounded by trees, and the scenery’s almost magical. Fireflies dance above the water, and a few water lilies decorate the clear water.

You sit on the grass, and raise your head to look at the sky. Yesterday’s clouds are completely gone, and stars are shining brightly, surrounding the even brighter full moon above you.

The scenery’s truly perfect, you decide. You let lie down on the grass to observe the stars better, and so does Bakugou, without a word. Lying next to each other, you want to hold his hand again, but instead just close your eyes to fully enjoy the moment.

"Hey." He breaks the silence first, and you open your eyes, eyes locked on the shining stars.

"Hm?"

"How do you– How do you know when you like someone?"

Your breath stops.

"Like someone how?"

"Like that. You know what I mean."

Ignoring the fast, loud beating of your heart, you reflect on what he just asked you. Normally, you’d say something like they give you butterflies, and you can’t talk to them at all, and they make you really nervous. But not even your own crush on him is that way.

"I like being with them. More than with anyone else. They make me feel at ease, I guess." A few seconds pass. "And I always want to be with them," you add. "I look forward to every interaction, I can’t get them out of my mind." Crap, you’re oversharing. "I mean– I guess that’s how it is," you nervously giggle, but you feel like it’s too late.

Bakugou doesn’t answer. You take a quick glance at him – he’s staring at the sky, too. You decide to press further. "Do you have one? Someone you like that way?"

"Yeah." It’s not the same answer as yesterday. He wasn’t sure yesterday, or so he said. But today, the answer’s short and confident. "It’s the same with me— Can’t get her out of my damn mind. She’s all I think about."

She. It’s a she. Calm down, don’t assume stuff again. It doesn’t have to be you. But what if it is? What if it is you he’s talking about? You he has feelings for?

She’s all I think about. She’s all I think about. She’s all I think about. You rewind his words in your mind again and again. If it really is you... You’d be the happiest person alive, truly. But is it?

"Do you?" He softly asks. You take a deep breath. Here we go. There’s no backing out, now.

"I do." You can hear his breath stop for a second. Yours probably does as well. You turn your head to the side to look at him, and he does the same. Your eyes are locked on his, and you pray he gets the message – it’s you, you’re the person I like that way!

He gets up a little, and you do too. Now just sitting next to each other, he moves his eyes from your own hues to your lips. Fuck it, he thinks. They’re so soft looking, so inviting, and he doesn’t even hesitate before bending a little to press his lips against yours.

Blood rushes to your cheeks, your head, everywhere, you feel dizzy and it’s like fireworks explode in your stomach. The feeling’s indescribable, and it takes you a second to realize what’s going on before you kiss him back, as his hand brushes your cheek, then rests under your jawline.

You want more, and you’re about to deepen the kiss, but he gets away from you, not wanting to overwhelm you. He can still feel the taste of your cherry scented lip balm, and licks his lips, making you furiously blush. You want to say something, anything, but words just can’t come out, you’re left speechless. He gets up, and you quietly follow him.

"It’s late. Let’s go back."

"Hm."

You’re walking behind him again, and the only thing breaking the silence is the sound of the crickets hiding under the many trees. You’re a mess inside, thoughts spiraling inside of your poor brain. What just happened? Bakugou just kissed you? And you kissed him back? What does that mean? Are you a couple? So you really are the one he likes? Bakugou likes you?

Say something, come on– don’t be a pussy!

"So... Are we... A thing now?" If you thought the awkwardness couldn’t get any worse, you were dead wrong.

Bakugou looks at you like you just told him the Earth is flat. "’Course we are. You think I kiss anyone?"

"No! I just..." I needed you to confirm it. "Nevermind. Forget it." He sighs at your answer, seemingly annoyed.

"You always do that."  Huh? You furrow your eyebrows. "You chicken out instead of saying what’s on your mind. Don’t do that with me."

He’s not wrong. You quietly nod. "I wanted to hear it from you, I guess."

He gets closer and puts his hand on your head. "We’re a thing. You’re mine now." He looks dead serious. "If you’re fine with that," he adds, and you almost miss it. "I am," you whisper, your lips curled into a faint smile.

It takes you about fifteen minutes to get back to the camp. It’s empty, and you check your phone to realize it’s past the 11pm curfew, no wonder. Everyone’s already in their room, and you hope your roommates aren’t asleep already.

You’re about to enter the girl’s building, but turn around and walk to Bakugou instead. He looks at you, confused, and you stand on your tip toes to lightly kiss his cheek. He doesn’t move an inch, mouth gaping and the bright light coming from the moon exposing his blushing cheeks.

You don’t say anything, and just run to the building’s entrance, face probably just as red as his, if not worse. You can’t believe you just did that – but at the same time, you don’t regret it in the slightest. His cheek was so soft, and the look on his face afterwards priceless.

Smiling to yourself, you quietly enter the bedroom, only to find both of your roommates sleeping. You try your best to not wake them up and lie on your bed, your phone in your hand. You’re about to sleep, but an idea crosses your mind.

goodnight <3

Knowing Bakugou, he’s probably going to ignore you, but you still wanted to send him that. A goodnight text. To your boyfriend. Gosh, this feels unreal.

Your phone vibrates. You’ve never unlocked it so fast.

Night

Oh God. He answered.

A faint blush painting your cheeks, you press your phone against your chest, nose burried into your pillow. It kind of smells like the sweater he gave you, and you happily hum it, before succumbing to a deep sleep.

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Yesterday feels like a dream.

You have a boyfriend. Yes, you, who never even thought you’d date someday, due to your social awkwardness and incapability of holding a conversation with most people, have a boyfriend, and said boyfriend is freaking Bakugou Katsuki. Aka, your crush.

He’s your boyfriend. He likes you. He feels the same as you. You told yourself he’d never feel the same so many times you still cannot believe it. This whole situation feels surreal, and you pinch your arm multiple times to check if you’re still dreaming, earning a confused look from Kendou, who just woke up as well.

Not only does he like you, but he kissed you, and it was amazing, magical, even. You were sure your first kiss would be awkward and embarrassing, but turns out the moment felt like something that came straight out from a romance movie. If only Bakugou didn’t pull out so fast...

But anyways, point is, you and Bakugou kissed. And he confirmed you’re a thing — he said you’re 'his', to be more accurate. His. As in, you’re his girlfriend. Gosh, this feels unreal. You furiously blush, rewinding the scene in your head. You’re dating. You’re a couple.

You’re unbelievably happy about this, really, but also extremely nervous about seeing him, and don’t want to step out from the bedroom right away.

You and Bakugou are dating, okay, cool. But does this mean you’d have to kiss him as a 'good morning'? How do couples even behave? You have no idea, and you feel like Bakugou’s not like the average boyfriend either. How would he behave? He would never kiss you first thing in the morning, would he?

Although waking up next to him and kissing him the moment you wake up doesn’t sound bad, and maybe you could go even further and— ahem.

But back to reality, nah. He doesn’t seem like the type to be super affectionate anyways, he’d probably just nod at you and eat with the rest of his peers as usual. Does this mean you’d have to eat with him and the rest? Oh God, would you have to tell everyone you’re dating? You didn’t even think of this!

You don’t mind telling Mina and Ochako at all, in fact, you were planning to. But the rest? Bakugou’s ‘friends’ with a lot of people, surely he’d have to tell them, right? Or would he tell them it’s none of their business? You’d have to talk about it to him, but how will you bring that up...

"Are you coming?" Kendou brings you back to reality, and you remember you have to get out of your room to eat that damn breakfast.

You both leave the building. It’s pretty hot outside, but you don’t feel like taking Bakugou’s sweater off, and just adjust the temperature around you to make it more bearable.

It feels weird to not be late to breakfast. You’re used to rushing to the tables the moment you get out of bed, but you’re pretty early right now, and get to observe everyone cooking their own meal first thing in the morning. Aizawa raises an eyebrow when he sees you, and so does Shinsou.

Oh, right, you haven’t told anyone yet, and that includes Shinsou, who’s so damn smart and realized your own boyfriend liked you before you even did. Maybe you’d tell him. Just maybe. He’s smart enough to figure it out on his own, sparing you a very embarrassing conversation.

For now, you focus on munching a biscuit you picked up from the tables while joining Mina. "Marshmallows? For breakfast?"

"Want some?" You nod, and she hands you the package. You grab a few and bring them to your mouth.

"I can’t believe today’s our last day here," she sighs. "Aizawa made us go through hell, but I don’t wanna go back to U.A. either..."

Shit, she’s right. You’re going back to U.A. tomorrow, in the morning. The days really flew by, it feels like you just got there.

"It won’t be that bad," you answer, trying to cheer her up. "Tomorrow’s a free day, and we’ll be on a break soon."

"I guess you’re right.. I just wish Aizawa gave us more free time," she pouts. "And got us a spot next to a beach, or something like that. I didn’t even get to wear my bikini!"

"And our internships start in a few months, so I don’t think we’ll have another school trip..." You’re not bummed about the bikini, but the change of scenery was refreshing, and training aside, it felt like U.A. was just like any other school. Too bad this would probably be the last one until next year’s camp.

"This sucks..." She stuffs her mouth with the last marshmallows on the package. You feel something tugging on the hood of your sweater. You turn around, confused— oh.

"Oi."

Bakugou. Crap, what were you supposed to say? You could tell the good morning kiss idea goodbye, because Mina’s right next to you. Shit, how were you supposed to act around Bakugou in public?! Like he’s just another classmate? Like friends? Wouldn’t it be too ambiguous?

"I got somethin’ to tell her, piss off." He drags you by the hood of his sweater, again and you gasp in surprise. At least, you wouldn’t have to talk to him in front of her. Mina simply giggles, and you wonder if she knows.

"See ya later, (Y/N)~" She answers, putting an emphasis on your name, and the widest grin you’ve ever seen on her face.

Oh, she definitely knows. You’re fucked.

You decide you’d deal with this later, and follow Bakugou to the woods, away from the camp. Good, you didn’t want to talk to him in front of everyone either — nothing wrong with wanting a little privacy, especially when your classmates are so drama deprived.

"So..." You lean against a tree. "What did you want to tell me?"

"Nothin’. Just wanted to see you."

"Oh."

Oh? Seriously?! That’s what you just answered? "I mean— I wanted to see you too, I’m glad." Damn it, you deserved an award for the least romantic and most awkward girlfriend in Japan.

You walk for a minute or two then stop, when you’re too far from the camp for the others to see you, but close enough to get there quickly.

Bakugou unconsciously analyzes you — your hair’s a mess, but your dark circles aren’t as deep or dark as usual. You look a lot more... alive. Meaning you finally got some sleep. He got some too, his night was a lot better than usual, and he surprisingly wasn’t woken up by any nightmare or flashback.

Maybe you’d have to kiss him goodnight more often— shit, he’s doing it again. He dismisses that thought and focuses on you again.

"You’re still wearing my sweater?" He raises an eyebrow.

Does he want it back? He did ask you to give it yesterday, but you don’t feel like taking it off. That, and you want to tease him a little.

"I’m not giving it back! It’s mine now!" You pout at the boy and cross your arms below your chest, eyes glaring at him. "I’m cold anyways."

"That’s not what I— It’s literally fifteen degrees." Shit, he’s right. The weather’s okay today, a little hot, even. Still, you don’t feel like giving it back, and use your quirk to cool down the area, creating a freezing wind that goes past you.

"Did you feel that? I’m freezing," you innocently tell him, batting your eyelashes, and his eyes narrow.

"You fucking–" Bakugou walks closer to you and his arms go to your face. You forcefully close your eyes as a reflex and feel something tugging on your cheeks. You reopen your eyes to face a – smug? amused? – looking Bakugou, playing with your cheeks and stretching them.

"Heh. You’re like a hamster." He squeezes your cheeks harder, making you wince in pain.

"Chis hurtch. Pleashe let me go."

"Not until you give it back."

"Won’t do."

Your mutual staring contest only lasts a few seconds and Bakugou let go of your cheeks, sighing loudly. "Fucking fine. Trash it and you’re dead."

"I won’t. This is my most prized possession." Your tone sounds amused and joking, but you’re actually dead serious. You’ll treasure the Bakusweater like it’s something you got from a museum.

"...That’s a no-brand sweater. Literally the shittiest I own."

"I didn’t mean it like that, idiot. This is my most prized possession cause it’s yours."

He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Then opens it again. "You– You can’t say shit like that so easily!" Hehe, he’s so cute.

"Already getting shy? How embarrassing of you, Kacchan~"

"Shut the hell up," he snarls. "I’m not. You’re just fucking weird."

"Meanie," you pout, and rest your back against one of the trees. "That’s not how you talk to your girlfriend. Keep this up and I might break up with you."

He walks closer to you, unintentionally cornering you against the tree. "Like hell you are. You wouldn’t."

"I would. You wouldn’t though."

"Hah? Don’t be so sure."

"You and I both know you wouldn’t, you like too much~"

You return his stare, his eyes move from your own playful ones to your lips. You do the same, and your faces get closer. You’re so close, almost kissing, when blonde shadow passes by, although distant, and you immediately recognize him. You immediately back away.

"Wait. There’s something I have to do."

Right now, seriously? Couldn’t it wait? "What?"

You take a deep breath, already preparing yourself for the awkward conversation you’d have in a few minutes. "I have to talk to Monoma."

Bakugou’s eyes widen, clearly he wasn’t expecting that. Did you just give up on a kiss for fucking Monoma? "What the fuck are you going to tell him?"

Your brows furrow a bit at his aggressiveness. "To leave me alone. Why? Got a problem with that?" Crap, you didn’t mean to sound so sassy.

"It’s just—" he takes a pause, not wanting to screw this up. "I don’t want him to pull the same shit he did at the mall. He’s fucking weird, I don’t trust him."

"I appreciate your concern, but I’m a big girl. I promise I can defend myself just fine."

He seems to reflect on what you just said and a few seconds pass before he nods. You’re surprised he doesn’t try to argue more, but also glad you won’t have to fight because someone as irrelevant as Monoma.

You learned enough from your dramas to know that bad communication messes everything up in a relationship, meaning he’d have to work a little on his impulsiveness, and you on your bad habit of keeping everything to yourself.

Bakugou looks as grumpy as ever, but this time you know why, and you tug on his shirt to lower his upper body, then press a kiss against his cheek. "I’ll be back."

He blinks, speechless, and watches you run to the dining camp where the blonde’s still standing. His heart’s never been this loud. Shit, he really is whipped for you.

Monoma’s on his own, thank goodness. You walk towards him, chest beating heavily from nervousness — not just because he makes you uncomfortable, but because you knew this was about to be awkward.

You clear your throat once next to him. "Monoma. I have something to tell you." You don’t even give him the time to form an answer before you take a deep breath and continue.

"First of all, thanks for the pancakes yesterday. They were really good, even though I didn’t ask for some, I appreciated it." Another breath. " But I don’t appreciate how you keep hitting on me while you haven’t even genuinely apologized for what happened. If you like me so much, you can at least do that. It hurt me a lot, and that’s just not... an okay thing to do."

You cringe at how formal you sound, but as long as he gets the message... You pray he understands that it’s not just about you, and commenting on people’s body like that is really just disrespectful.

Monoma rubs the back of his head, embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry about that... I do regret it." Oh. What were you supposed to say now? You told him what’s on your mind, he apologized. What now? 

"Just... don’t do it again," you nervously answer. Gosh, this is so awkward. He just nods, just as embarrassed as you, and a minute passes.

"I’ll– I have to go," he mumbles. "Sorry again." You just nod, looking everywhere but him, and only relax when he’s a good meter away from you. Okay, this was weird, but at least you talked to him. This was necessary.

You sit on your own, as most of your classmates were already done eating breakfast. Waking up early didn’t change a thing, you sigh, and look around you for anything that could serve you as breakfast.

Half eaten bread, an apple, or one uncooked egg. Okay. Not your favorite, but whatever. You’re about to grab the egg and a pan, when a loud bump on the wooden table resonates.

You blink. A plate of pancakes is facing you, again. Except these look different — they’re thicker, fluffier, with strawberries, banana and whipped cream on them.

"Only made these so you don’t skip breakfast," huffs out Bakugou, but you’re not stupid, and make the connection with the breakfast Monoma cooked you yesterday.

"Thanks. They look really good," you smile at him. 

"Of course they do."

You giggle at his answer before planting your fork inside of one of the pancakes, and bring it to your mouth. It’s unsurprisingly really good, and you also note it’s the first time you taste something he made himself. For you.

Knowing that makes the pancakes taste even sweeter.

The rest of your day’s pretty normal — training, helping out with dinner with Todoroki, eating said dinner with everyone else. Monoma does leave you alone, and seems a little embarrassed, but you’re just glad he’s finally got the message.

Maybe he’s not that bad. You’re not the type to forgive easily, though, so it’ll be a while before you can fully be comfortable around him again.

The girls and you talked a bit, but you haven’t told everyone yet. You don’t know who you want to tell, and you haven’t talked about it with Bakugou, so you decide to wait. There’s no rush, anyways.

Speaking of Bakugou, you don’t get to talk to him again, since this morning, and you’re kind of bummed about it, but it’s okay.

Because today was the last day at the training camp, and you’d be back to U.A. tomorrow morning. You’ll even have the day off, and plenty of time and opportunities to talk to him again.

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Waking up to leave the training camp was painful, as usual. Aizawa forces you all to get out of your bed at 7am to quickly eat your breakfast and leave the place. You slept during the entire bus ride, next to Mina, with Kaminari and Kirishima sitting behind you. How you managed to sleep with all the noise? That’s still a mystery to you.

Aizawa decides to let you rest by cancelling school today, giving you a three  (!!!) days long week-end. The entire class is glad, between classes and training, U.A. barely gives you enough time for yourselves, and this is a rare opportunity. You all arrive at school pretty early, at 11am, meaning you’d have the entire day to do whatever you want, and honestly, you just want to lay on your bed and take a nap.

Well, that’s the plan, until Bakugou messages you.

8pm in my room

bring snacks

Oh shit— the kdrama night, how could you forget?! You recall what he told you a few days ago the moment you process his text.

"The thing at my room," he starts, and you jump a little, as you were lost in your thoughts.

"What about it?" You assume he’s referring to your offer, the one you mentioned again at the mall.

"Let’s do it after the trip."

You’re taken aback by his answer, and it takes you a few seconds to process his words. You thought you would have to bring it up again, but turns out he did. He took the initiative. He wanted to watch your favorite show with you.

"Sure," you smile at him. "After the school trip."

It’s almost funny, you chuckle. You realized you liked him the same day he told you that, and now, you’re literally dating. Who would’ve thought? If someone told you you’d be dating Bakugou after the school trip that day, you’d just laugh at their face. Pure comedy.

But since you’re now dating and all... does this mean it’s a date? Your first date?

No, no, no. Calm down, this is not a date. Just a movie night, nothing else. You’ve done this with Shinsou so many times! But you’re not dating Shinsou, to be fair, holy shit— you’re going to stand in his room! Your boyfriend’s room!

Nervousness aside, you’re honestly quite curious about how Bakugou’s room looks. He doesn’t seem like the messy type, so probably something really organized and clean, right? The total opposite of your messy room, where you literally can’t walk without accidentally stepping on something.

He also mentioned snacks, and probably just meant a bag of chips, candy, something like that, but you wonder if you should cook something for tonight. The two of you entangled on his couch, lights turned off and a comfy blanket covering your legs, your head laying on his shoulder, both holding a plate full of delicious noodles... Yup, you’d cook something for the both of you. Plus, it’s only fair after he made you pancakes.

don’t eat anything before i come!!

at least nothing heavy

Why

Him and his short, brief answers. You’d have to teach this man how to use emojis properly, sometimes you feel like you’re talking to a bot, or a 75 years old grandfather. The kind that barely knows how to use a phone properly.

surprise surprise 

K

Don’t be late

dw i’ll b quick!

see you tonight <3

Read, 14:57

Ugh, this bitch.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this excited to go grocery shopping. Screw your nap, you decide to go on a shopping session at the nearest supermarket. You get two packs of the cheapest instant noodles, spicy sauce because you don’t have any, and head to the ice cream section.

quick

what’s your fav ice cream flavor

or brand

You observe the different packages, still wondering what you’re getting for yourself. It only takes a few seconds for your phone to ring back — shit, he’s calling you?!

Your first phone call. Okay. Calm down. You got this. This is just a phone call. No biggie.

"H-Hello?"

You didn’t mean to sound so formal, or to stutter like an idiot, but whatever. You bite your lip, nervously waiting for an answer.

"Tell me what’s in front of you."

Wha— oh, he means the ice creams, right. He probably wants to know what flavors the supermarket has on display. His voice sounds even deeper on the phone, you note. But it’s totally not attractive, nope, not a single bit. You’re totally not blushing because of how close and clear his voice sounds, either.

"Er..." Your eyes analyze the ice cream section again. Lots of brands, lots of different flavors, and you’re not sure where to start. " There’s Vanilla Caramel Brownie, Cookies & Cream, Strawberry Cheesecake, Cookie Dough, Cookie Dough but with Caramel, they have Mint Chocolate too and I hope you don’t like that one ‘cause it tastes like toothpaste, Chocolate Fudge Brownie—"

"First of all, fuck you, Mint Chocolate is fucking delicious," he interrupts, and you try your hardest not to laugh at how offended he is. "And get me the chocolate brownie one."

"Okie dokie," you answer while grabbing the cold package. "And by the way, mint and chocolate do not mix. You’re extremely weird for this."

"They do. You just have shit taste. I bet you think nasty ass cookie dough tastes good."

"What the– It does, hello? Cookie dough is great. Mint Chocolate is ass." You put your own ice cream – Strawberry Cheesecake, because why not – inside your cart and head to the waiting line. "I’d keep arguing with you about ice cream flavors but I have to go pay for our dinner."

"’Kay." Okay? That’s it?

"You’re not kissing your favorite girlfriend goodbye?"

"You’re my only girlfriend, dumbass. I can’t have a favorite."

"That’s not the point! Tell me goodbye!" At this point, you don’t even care about the people around you. The elder woman next to you is staring at you and very clearly listening, but you couldn’t care less.

"We’re seeing each other in two hours."

"So what? I still want my goodbye virtual kiss you coward, hedgehog looking—" Beep, beep.

You blink. He did not...

Yes he did. He hung up on you.

"Katsuki, you bitch."

Knock, knock.

It’s exactly 10:09pm when Bakugou’s greeted by the sight of you holding a plastic bag in a hand, and your computer in another. He’s not surprised you’re late, but little does he know you’ve been staring at his door for a good five minutes.

"About fucking time," he growls. You furrow your brows at that.

"I’m only five minutes late!"

"Ten," he counters, and you roll your eyes before coming in.

The room’s not that surprising : it is pretty organized and clean, just like how you expected it to be. Much cleaner than your own, definitely. But some of the decoration is rather... questionable. Like that black poster with a giant skull depicted on it ( wtf? ) or all those hero costume sketches hanging on his wall.

You recognize one of them, it’s his winter costume! Looks like he’s planning on changing the regular one too, because a lot has changed in the drawing that’s hanging above shelf. He also has a few All Might figurines resting on his shelf, how cute, and surprisingly nerdy of him. You’re pretty sure half of these are collector, and you’re not even a fan of hero merch yourself.

While you’re unconsciously analyzing his room, he’s staring at you, or more precisely, your attire. He’s seen you in a school uniform – obviously –, U.A.‘s sports outfit and your own clothes but this is a first. You’re wearing a tank top and light pink pajama pants decorated with a teddy bear pattern. That’s... kind of cute, he admits to himself, although he won’t say a thing out loud.

It’s also the most exposed he’s ever seen you. His breath stops the moment he realizes that : your tank top’s pretty revealing, and his eyes stop on your exposed collarbones and bare shoulders for a second. He forgot how incredibly pretty your figure is, how soft and supple your skin looks.

Fuck, not this again... He feels guilty at this point — what would you think of him if you knew what was going on inside his head the whole time? You’d probably think he’s a creep.

You accidentally bring him back to reality when opening the plastic bag, which makes a lot of noise. You’re sitting down, legs crossed and back resting on the bottom of his bed, holding two instant noodles packages, one bright orange and one red. You pour water from the plastic bottle next to his bed inside both as he sits next to you, trying to ignore the loud thumping his heart provokes inside of his chest.

"I didn’t know what flavor you like so I got spicy beef," you explain while heating the cup with your quirk. "I have spicy sauce if that’s not hot enough for you."

"Beef’s fine," he mumbles, not admitting that’s in fact the most tolerable instant noodle flavor in his opinion. It’s crazy, the way you never miss. He grabs his cup, it’s fuming. Your quirk sure comes in handy. You grab the blanket that’s on top of his bed and put it against your legs and his. He furrows his brows — are you could? Wouldn’t your quirk be more effective? But he doesn’t say a thing, the happy smile on your face stops him.

You turn on your computer and put it on the low table in front of his bed. A warm blanket is covering your legs and his, and the lights are turned off, just as planned, you giggle to yourself. Too bad Bakugou doesn’t own LED lights. Dark blue or red would’ve made this so much more romantic. You’d have to spend a night in your room one day — what do you mean, this sounds dirty? Absolutely not.

Brushing those thoughts aside, you click on the Netflix app and scroll down the korean drama list. You promised him you’d watch your first korean drama together, but now you’re wondering if that’s the best choice. Maybe we should watch anime instead... To be honest, you’re not sure if he’d like it — the constant drama and mushy romance would probably bore him to death, you’re pretty sure. The episode starts and unsurprisingly, Bakugou doesn’t stop criticizing the show at first.

"How come I never heard of that group if they’re so famous, huh? Famous my ass."

"They’re fictional characters, Bakugou. None of this is real."

"Thought so. Would never be famous lookin’ like this."

"No way that guy’s the most feared fucker in this school– not with this ugly ass haircut!"

"This was filmed in 2009! And have you seen yours?!"

"HAH? My hair’s fine. This guy looks like goldilocks."

"Goldi–" you choke on your noodles and start giggling. He stops you with a loud shhhhht, I can’t hear shit.

"I would’ve punched the lead ages ago if this were me," he angrily mumbles as he munches on his ice cream.

"Trust me, me too."

Turns out Bakugou’s surprisingly into it, and you cannot believe it. You’re not sure who’s his favorite character, because he disses absolutely everyone, but he sure isn’t a fan of the male lead, or any of the male characters, actually.

"Why’s everyone so fucking stupid, goddamn it– And her dumbass parents forcing their kid to go to that school! And that rich asshole with the shitty hair! I can’t stand anyone in that damn drama."

You just finished episode 1, meaning you’ve been watching Boys Over Flowers for an hour, and Bakugou’s already surprisingly invested in this.

"We can watch sometching elshe if you wantch," you tell him, mouth stuffed with both his and your own ice cream.

"Fuck no, I wanna see who she ends up with."

You roll your eyes. "As if itsh not obvioush."

"It’s not– don’t you dare spoil me the end!" He’s glaring at you, and he’s never been so serious. It’s almost comical.

"I won’t," you pout as the second episode starts. You’ve already watched the entire series, but Bakugou’s comments make it ten times funnier.

"Isn’t it waaaaay past your bedtime?" You cover your mouth with the palm of your hand let out a yawn. It’s usually easy for you to stay up late, but waking up so early this morning clearly tired you out. Bakugou, on the other hand, doesn’t look tired in the slightest.

"Just one more episode," he yawns. Guess he’s tired too, after all.

"You’ve said that three times already!"

"It’s the last one," he mumbles while rubbing his eyes. Episode 4. You’ve been watching for four whole hours.

"You do you," you yawn and rest your head against his shoulder. He’s wearing a tank top and so are you — shit, you didn’t pay attention when coming inside but his upper body’s barely clothed too! Your cheek brushes the bare skin of his shoulder, and your arms are almost pressed together, his warm body against your own ice cold one. His arms are so muscular it’s hard to believe they belong to a 17 years old boy. He looks so big, especially next to you, it’s really intimidating — and not the slightest bit attractive, really!

Okay, maybe it is a little attractive.

You shut your eyes closed to clear up your mind, now’s not the time, focus on the damn show, pull yourself together! You try to open your eyes again, but they’re so heavy, and his shoulder’s so comfy... You allow yourself to rest on him completely and drift into a deep sleep.

It’s 7am.

You know it because Bakugou’s loud alarm won’t stop ringing. It started at 5 ( FIVE! ) in the morning, and you woke up every hour to turn it off, because there’s no way you’re leaving your bed this early. Who the hell wakes up at 5am anyways?

You turn the alarm off and rub your eyes, gosh, finally some silence. You look around, the room is dark and Bakugou’s next to you, sleeping. Awww, he’s so cute— wait, why is Bakugou sleeping next to you?

Shit. The movie night. You fell asleep and forgot to leave his room. You’re not sitting on your bed right now, but on the ground, and Bakugou’s a few centimeters away from you.

You gently shake his shoulder, not knowing how to wake him up. "Hey," you mutter. "Hey! It’s super late!"

"Nnnnggg..."

"If you don’t wake up right now-" You win for the most unromantic wake up, ever. Well, if this even counts, because he doesn’t wake up at all. Must be tired, you think. He did wake up early yesterday, and slept after you, so way after midnight.

You decide to let him have more sleep, you’ll just tell Aizawa he’s sick or something, and tug the blanket so it covers him better. You bend to lightly peck his cheek as a goodbye and silently exit his room, leaving your computer there. Whatever, you’ll just get it back later. Plus, this is your excuse to go to his room again.

You close his door and look around. No one’s there, thank goodness. You’re about to run for your life to head to the girl’s dorms, when the sound of a banging door makes your blood turn cold.

"(L/N?)"

Shit.

"M-Midoriya!" You try your best to look as neutral as possible, but it’s hard, especially with your face burning from the second-hand embarrassment. "Fancy seeing you here, haha...ha..."

"I-I live here," he deadpans, confused.

"Right..." A nervous giggle escapes your lips. Did you really tell him that? Gosh, this is so embarrassing.

"What are you doing in the boy’s dorms–" he stops to read the clock. You gulp. "At seven in the morning...?"

You nervously look around, trying to find an excuse. Shit, come up with something, quick! "I... sleep walk sometimes."

"What."

"I walk in my sleep. Sometimes. It happens, y’know? I’ll lock my door better next time, please don’t tell Aizawa..."

"I won’t," he answers, seemingly confused, and you’re not sure he bought it. Hell, of course he’s not buying it, you’re clearly lying!

"Well then... I’ll be seeing you," you blurt out before walking the fastest you can to get out of here. Yeah, next time, Bakugou’s coming to your room, not the opposite. This was so embarrassing. Never again.

Midoriya’s still confused, and hasn’t moved an inch. What was (L/N) doing in front of Kacchan’s room...?