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You looked at the time on your phone and cursed under your breath, quickly wiping the screen as raindrops fell on it. You weren’t worried about being late but scared of Aizawa killing you because of it. If you died you were totally going to haunt your friends, since your tardiness would be their fault after all.
As soon as you had moved to the dorms at UA, one of your classmates had proposed a movie night as a way to get you to know each other a bit better, forcing the already-formed friend groups to interact with other people, and the tradition had stuck.
This week it was your turn to buy the snacks. You had decided to do so in the morning because that afternoon you were having a study session with Jirō, Ochako, Momo, Tsuyu and Mina, and you wouldn’t have time to go to the store.
Your trusty weather app had informed you that you had plenty of time before a strong storm hit the city, so you hadn’t been very worried about bringing an umbrella. You were really regretting your decision.
What would usually have been a ten minute trip at most, turned into an almost half-hour long odyssey thanks to an old lady that had decided to use each and every piece of change she had, instead of simply handing the cashier a bill.
Thunder rolled as you tried to get your wet hair out of your eyes. You found yourself running in the rain towards UA’s main building, clutching your snack and homework-filled school bag to your chest in hopes of it not getting soaked.
You wouldn’t even have time to change into a dry set of clothes.
You let out a long whine as you sped up slightly.
Once you entered your classroom you were completely soaking wet. Water dripped from your short hair, your clothes stuck uncomfortably to your body (making you press your bag to your front in embarrassment) and your shoes had made you almost fall more than once in your rush to get to class in time.
You plopped down on your seat next to a certain hot head feeling out of breath. You leaned back in your seat, throwing your head back and closing your eyes. You had managed to get five minutes earlier than Aizawa. Bakugou stared at you with a confused frown as he took in your appearance.
“Oi! Why the fuck are you soaked?”
Those had practically been his first words towards you since the sparring session you both had had earlier that week. Ever since he had left you in the gym after pinning you down and what had seemed like (you didn’t want to get your hopes up) almost kissing you, he had been acting distant and had barely talked to you.
“Umbrella. Forgot,” you managed to say in between pants. “Had to buy. Snacks for movie night.”
You inhaled deeply, trying to catch your breath, but you were interrupted by a warm piece of clothing suddenly hitting your face, both blinding and almost choking you, as a sleeve got into your mouth. You coughed, spitting a piece of thread, and fumbled to get the offending object off.
“Hey! What was that for?” you exclaimed indignantly once free of the fabric before staring at it.
It was a uniform jacket.
You squinted. Burn marks around the cuffs, two missing buttons and weirdly discolored around the armpit area...
Bakugou’s uniform jacket.
You glanced at him and found him with his arms crossed, an angry frown on his face and looking to the side, avoiding making eye contact with you.
“Put it on or you’ll catch a cold, dumbass.”
“There’s no need! You don’t have to lend me your jacket, I’ll be-”
“Don’t you fucking ‘there’s no need’ me, you idiot,” he growled as he turned to fully face you. “Jesus, just shut up! And take this shit too.”
Bakugou threw another piece of clothing at you, this one much larger and darker, which you barely managed to catch.
It was his coat. You opened your mouth to protest, to insist that you were okay, but he didn’t even let you get a single word out.
“I said, shut the fuck up and put it on.”
You took off your own jacket, the damp and cold fabric now a dark gray instead of its usual lighter shade, and put both his jacket and coat on. As his clothes completely wrapped around you, surrounding you in a cocoon of fabric, you found the smell of smoke and something sweet, similar to caramel, enveloping you. As Bakugou pulled the coat’s hood over your head, softly tightening the strings, you couldn’t help but notice the scent strengthening as he closed in on you. He leaned away, looking you over, but the aroma lingered, trapped between the strands of your hair and the layers of clothing. You both stayed silent for a moment, waiting for the answer to the unasked question that lingered in the room.
“Thanks, Bakugou.”
He tore his eyes away from you, waiting for a moment before looking back at you again.
“Yeah, whatever.”
You snuggled deeper into his coat as Bakugou left your field of vision, going back to his unofficial assigned seat judging by Kirishima’s loud greeting, Deku’s quiet one, and the subsequent string of insults both of those were usually followed by.
“Morning...” Aizawa’s tired voice reached their ears as the teacher rolled out from underneath his desk and crawled out of his signature sleeping bag. “You’re so loud, even when you know there’s a teacher in class. Do I need to sign you up for detention again, Bakugou?”
As the teacher’s eyes skimmed over his student’s faces, he noticed the aforementioned hothead not wearing his uniform jacket. As he was about to reprimand the boy once more, he caught sight of your wet hair and of the black coat he was sure he had seen Bakugou wearing every single day. He sighed and looked away.
Took them long enough , he thought, let’s hope she helps him calm down... and not the other way around.
“Okay everyone, now homework.”
“What! Aizawa, we have an exam tomorrow! You haven’t even told us what is going to be in it!”
“Double the homework for complaining, Kaminari.”
“What! Everyone was thinking it!”
“You wanna die, dunce face?”
“Triple the homework for insulting your classmate, Bakugou.”
“Kacchan!”
Aizawa smiled. Sometimes he liked being a teacher.
Sometimes.
Bakugou couldn’t help but watch you as you struggled with the long sleeves of his coat, a frown of concentration on your face and the tip of your tongue slightly sticking out from your mouth. He would never admit it, but he found it very cute.
On the list of things he would never admit liking was the sight of you wearing his clothes and also the fact that almost everyone who saw you knew they were his .
No matter how much he enjoyed it, it was probably better you took them off and either dried yourself up or got a new set of clothes.
“You should take the coat off. The inside is probably wet now,” he told you as the two of you made your way to lunch.
“D-don’t worry, I’m fine,” you quickly replied with a nervous laugh as soft pink dusted your cheeks.
“Now you are, but if you keep going like this you’ll catch a fucking cold,” he growled. “I don’t wanna have to take care of you when it happens.”
“It’s just… it’s um… cold here. Also, I like the… I like the fabric of your coat. Did your mom make this or something? It’s very soft,” you continued rambling, your head shrinking into the collar of the coat, his coat. That thought only made your blush deepen.
Bakugou stopped walking as his face reddened. You liked wearing his clothes. He felt his lips twitch and had to fight the urge to smile. You didn’t want to take them off.
“She… She didn't. She doesn’t make clothes, she just promotes them and stuff," he said in a low voice after some seconds of silence in which you felt yourself hoping that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. That had been so embarrassing! "But... Let’s at least go to your room and get you a dry shirt or something. You can keep the coat if you want. It’s shit anyways,” the blond added as he looked to the side.
“I forgot my umbrella, remember?” you said shyly. “I’ll end up soaked again on my way to the dorms.”
“I got one. Take it.”
“But then you’ll be the one who gets soaked!”
“Yeah, right.”
You both looked outside to the pouring rain, the sound of non-stop raindrops and thunder filling the silence. A flash of lightning lit up the sky for a split-second.
”I mean… There is another option. We could… Um… We can share.” Bakugou’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet.
Your eyes darted to find his at his offer.
“Share it?”
”Forget it, just take it. It’s not big enough for two people.”
Bakugou awkwardly turned away, shoving his hands into his pockets, but there was no way you were passing up the opportunity of sharing an umbrella with your crush.
“You can’t take it back now!”
“It’s literally the worst fucking option possible! We’ll both get fucking wet!”
“Hey, it’s either we share it or I go out in the rain right now and get pneumonia and fucking die!”
“All right, all right!! Fucking hell”
The walk back to the dorms felt like a fever dream. Bakugou insisted on being as stubborn as always and constantly wandered out of the umbrella’s cover, forcing you to pull him back inside. A string of curse words would then follow, and you’d let him back outside to cool him down. And thus the cycle began anew.
After four or five times of that happening, your frustration overcame your nervousness and you resorted to linking your arms together, pressing your bodies against each other. Close together. Almost closer than necessary, judging by the size of the umbrella, but you weren’t going to complain.
You didn’t hear a word from Bakugou for the rest of the short walk, but you were almost certain you caught him smiling.
Once in your room, Bakugou sat down on your bed while you looked for a fresh uniform. He casually looked around; it wasn’t his first time there, he’d visited you plenty of times before, most of them with the rest of the self-proclaimed Bakusquad.
He stood up when he saw you bring out a dry set of clothes from your wardrobe and walked towards you. He coughed, trying to break the awkward silence.
“So...let’s get you out of this,” he said, the caring tone of his voice making your heart beat faster.
Bakugou reached for the zipper of the coat, avoiding looking you in the eye as he slowly dragged it down. Once you registered what the boy was doing you dropped the clothes you were holding and your hands quickly grabbed him by the wrists.
“W-WAIT!”
“What now? Stop being so fucking stubborn! I compromised on sharing the umbrella, now let me help you!”
“SERIOUSLY STOP! I’M NOT WEARING A TOP UNDERNEATH THIS!”
Bakugou froze, his eyes large as saucers as they flew to meet yours.
“YOU’RE WHAT?”
“MY SHIRT WAS GETTING VERY COLD AND UNCOMFORTABLE SO I WENT TO THE BATHROOM AND TOOK IT OFF.”
Both your faces felt on fire as your shifty eyes tried to look anywhere but at each other, until they inevitably locked. The usual look of certainty and resolution in his crimson irises had given way to a vulnerable uncertainty.
Your grip on his wrists tightened slightly and you felt him tense for a second, unconsciously bringing you closer to him.
You were so close your arms were almost pressed against his firm chest, so close you could feel his heart beating hard and fast.
So close you could kiss him.
If only you had the courage to do so.
Time lost its meaning, seeming to stretch endlessly... until Bakugou slowly let go of you, almost reluctantly, and you were forced to do the same. He turned around and walked towards the door, his back facing you.
“I’ll… Um… I’ll wait outside,” he said in a low voice before stepping out of the room.
“Sorry.”
You were making your way back to the main building, your lunch break was almost over and you had to get back to class. The two of you hadn’t uttered a word since Bakugou had left your room until now.
“What?”
“I said I’m sorry, dammit! I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay, you didn’t know!”
“I just don’t want you to think I’m a fucking pervert like Mineta,” he muttered, making an explosive laugh erupt from you. “HEY, I’M TRYING TO BE NICE, DUMBASS!”
“Sorry, sorry,” you said in between chuckles as you wiped a tear caused by your laughter. “I wouldn’t ever think that of you, Bakugou.” You smiled softly at him and brought one of your hands to his upper arm, making him look at you. “It’s okay, really, it wasn’t like your plan was to get me naked.” At your words you could see his face quickly turning red, your own flushing slightly. “So… Um… Yeah. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
You awkwardly took your eyes off of his flustered expression. Your mind drifted back to what had just happened in your bedroom. Should you have tried to do something?
Bakugou looked at you as the two of you kept walking. You didn’t know if he noticed, but the distance between you two got ever so slightly smaller until your hands were brushing against each other. You fought to keep a grin back, and continued your way back to class. It was weird: you’d walked this way a million times before, but everything seemed a little brighter that day.
You cleared your throat before drinking some water, trying to make the uncomfortable itch at the back of it go away. It was a tell-tale sign that you had, in fact, managed to catch a slight cold, in spite of Bakugou’s best efforts. Luckily, it was nothing a day of rest, or two at most, couldn’t fix.
Your hands quickly grabbed a tissue and pressed it to your nose before loudly sneezing into it, startling the girls sitting with you. You cringed as the ache in your throat increased after the sneeze.
A spiky blob of blond hair caught your attention from the corner of your eye, and you tried to quickly scutter away before getting your foot caught with the blanket you were covering yourself with. The loud noise you made when falling was apparently enough to alert the explosive blond, who was now making his way over to you.
“Shit…”
“Hey, dumbass!! Don’t think I didn’t see those tissues! Why am I even surprised you idiot managed to catch a cold? And don’t expect me to baby you or bend over and kiss your ass to bring you anything you need just because you’re sick!”
You smiled.
Yeah. You had definitely caught a cold.