Hand in Hand | K. Bakugo x Reader

Feelings

That was one surprising thing about Katsuki Bakugo, he was tidy. It contrasted so much with his brash personality but you figured it made so much sense. He was no nonsense, he kept his grades up, and his records clean. You saw the overachiever behind his irritating exterior and like everyone else, he just wants to be a great hero.

You hear the familiar tune wafting through the air before the boy restarted the song. He put his phone back on the table before turning to you, raising one of those annoying eyebrows prompting you to stand and face him.

As usual, Bakugo took your form in his hands. He was the type to always lead everything so from the positioning of the hands and the proximity of your bodies to the actual dance, he took charge.

That was when you started being conscious about the boy before you, leading you to the hypnotically slow waltz. You can't forget the words you heard from Kaminari earlier, making you even more nervous. He didn't tear his gaze away from you, those red irises wondering what is happening in your head as you both drowned in silence. His hands were warm and rough, unlike yours which were clammy and smooth (your quirk affects your temperature, you were almost like cold-blooded Tsuyu) and they curved on your body.

His touch was gentle which contrasted so heavily with when he would drag you by the collar or by the wrist. You've always argued with him that you were easy to bruise but he often chuckles at your attempts and tells you that you are barely even hurt by his actions which were true in a way but you wanted to tease. But right now, his touch was surprisingly soft against your unsure hand.

You followed his calculated steps. Since you two were dancing in a smaller space, you had to adjust. Bakugo was quick to lead you until you two were simply swaying, off the tune but in sync with each other. You could feel your chest rise and fall faster than normal and noted that his breathing seemed to have followed yours.

"Let's stop." You whispered, eyes flickering to his underneath your lashes.

He merely grunted but didn't let you go. Your bodies didn't stop moving, swaying on the spot. "Why?" He asked, softer than you could ever imagine his voice to get.

"... I'm getting dizzy." Was your only answer but you weren't. He knows that you weren't but he stops anyway. He let your hand go before you noticed his eyes go from meeting yours to gliding down to your lips. You didn't know why it made you nervous.

Why was facing a tamer, gentler Katsuki Balugo making you cower? You faced him in his more explosive moods, battled him head-on with his death glare piercing your head, but this soft-eyed Bakugo scared you...

No no, he didn't scare you. 

He made you nervous.

"You should go, dumbass." He crossed his arms over his chest again, leaning back on the door of his veranda. His face was guarded now and you knew he already had his walls up. "It's fucking late and we have that damn quiz with Cementoss tomorrow."

You nodded, a bit offended that he was kicking you out. Although you did appreciate it all the same since you were so awkward that you didn't know what you're capable of doing.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow Bakugo." You left his room without a word.

Bakugo then took this as the cue to let out a breath, clutching his chest. He was completely unsure why he had the sudden urge to kiss you or why there was a painful tug in his heart when he let you go.

He wasn't the type to catch feelings. Although he absolutely had no experience in the love and relationship department, he was absolutely sure he wasn't the type to develop feelings for anyone. Bakugo Katsuki had one goal and one main goal only - to be the number one hero.

So you better believe he hated the way he was feeling about you.

The next morning was awkward for you and him. As per usual, Bakugo was early and was already in his seat. He was busy watching clouds, his eyebrows furrowed and his frown etched deep on his face. You quietly pull your chair back, trying to not alert him of your presence.

But after months of being seatmates, he was aware of your footsteps and how you moved. Bakugo didn't have to turn to you to see that you have indeed arrived. He chose to ignore you though even if his heart was scolding him, he has the desire to look at you and indulge in the mini pleasures of having a teasing battle with you but he held himself back.

His self-discipline is truly one of the things he took great pride in.

"Morning."

You jump from your seat when you heard Bakugo's gruff voice. Was he talking to you? You look around, seeing your other classmates mind their own businesses. So he must be talking to you.

"Uh, morning, Bakugo." You managed to say.

You hated this.

You hated the silence, the painful awkwardness between you and the explosive blond boy. He ignored you for most of the day, although he would reply to your short questions about the school. With other people, he was himself. He shot threats at those who irritated him, even came to an argument with Todoroki whom he never really saw eye to eye with.

The class noticed it, of course. Your playful and often loud banter was a normal part of everybody's day and it became a part of yours too, why was he suddenly so... nonchalant with you?

There was no dance practice for that afternoon and you found yourself helping out with the t-shirts and costumes for your class presentation. Todoroki did offer to buy the costumes with his father's credit card but you and the others didn't want him to do that. Instead, you guys made them yourselves.

Hakagure helped with the sewing and she even taught the boys how to put the outfits together.

This became quite a relaxing job for you until you had to bring over the finished t-shirts to the band to check if the sizes were right. You grumbled and went to the common area in your dorm where Jiro led the practice.

"Hey guys, can you give me a quick minute? We want to check if the shirts fit." You greeted them, the bundle of shirts on your arm. The song they were playing stopped as they went over to check the shirts out.

Jiro flatly refused to have the band wear the same costumes as the dancers so they opted for a simple orange shirt with a print. She brightened up, "This is exactly what we want. Thanks L/N."

"We all pitched in." You actually did the manual shirt printing after watching a tutorial from YouTube. "Check and see if they fit."

Kaminari pulled the shirt above his own and smiled wide at you, "This fits great. Hey Kacchan, try yours out!" He beckoned the other blond, who was still unmoving by the drum set. Bakugo ignored you and Kaminari, and left for the kitchen.

"He's really testy today." Kaminari shrugged.

"When is he not, really?" Jiro raised an eyebrow before looking at you, "Although we think it is mostly about you. Why don't you go and hand him that shirt?"

You huffed, "He is the one who has a problem with me. Why should I go?"

Momo sent you a knowing smile, "Because you're the bigger person." She gestured for you to follow Bakugo to the kitchen and you rolled your eyes.