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THE F WORD.
THIS TIME BAKUGO was in the common area before you, his porcupine hair seen from down the hall. With your own hair tied up in a low ponytail, an over-sized t-shirt and sweats hanging loosely from your body, you snuck your way until you were right behind Bakugo. He was tapping away at his phone on the couch, completely oblivious that you were behind him. With your hands ready to shield his vision, you smile mischievously.
"Touch me and you die," he warns, his tone making you tremble.
You quickly dart your hands back to your sides, pouting as you jumped over the couch, "You're such a party pooper, Katsuki."
He snaps towards you and growls, your eyes looking away from his menacing gaze. "Here's your stupid snack," he mumbles, the snack placed in his hand for you to grab.
"An Umaibō! This shit is good," you gushed, already unwrapping the treat. "So, did you sleep well last night?"
Bakugo narrows his eyes at you, the Umaibō still in your mouth, "No, because some dumbass fell asleep before I did."
You chomp on the chocolate peanut-butter flavoured snack, your mind recalling the events from last night. It wasn't your intention to fall asleep, you were pretty much exhausted from all the training already, it was unavoidable.
"I guess I was pretty beat, huh?" You laugh nervously, peeking to your side at the agitated Bakugo. A sly grin then reaches your lips, leaning towards the blonde playfully, "But you did tuck me in, so I guess you weren't too mad about it."
Bakugo chokes, a hue of scarlet dusting his face. He didn't expect you to say that so bluntly, especially mention it the day after. "Who the fuck cares! You made a deal so fucking keep your word, dumbass!"
You sweatdrop to how riled up he was getting, waving your hand for him to lower the volume, "Alright, I get it, just shut up already will you."
You lean back into the couch, mumbling something under your breath. "I still don't understand why you can't just go see someone, they'll probably help-"
"I don't want their fucking help," Bakugo snarls, "It's only just temporary."
"Wow," you mutter, staring at the ash-blonde. "You're extremely stubborn aren't you?"
"YOU FUCKI-" you shove a piece of your Umaibō in his mouth, placing your finger on your lips for him to be quiet. The boy grumbles and mutters profanities to himself, biting off the piece of food you forced on him.
"When you said that, do you mean I'm the only person that knows about your current issue?"
He clicks his tongue, "Yeah, I'm actually surprised you didn't tell everyone already, I thought you hated me."
You wave your half-eaten Umaibō at him, "Well, you're not exactly wrong."
Bakugo scowls, "Then why haven't you told anyone? Wouldn't you fucking like everyone poking fun at me?"
"First of all, I would never have done that." You roll your eyes, turning your body so you now faced the boy entirely. "Second of all, hate is a strong word, I just didn't like you because you were always so arrogant and temperamental, you only thought about yourself; it just pissed me off."
Bakugo grunts, unsure of where this conversation was going. However, you seemed calm despite the heavy topic.
"Yet, despite our rocky start, you weren't as bad as I thought," you continued, "to be honest, it was surprising. You took the time to learn about my quirk, and you even told me something personal about yourself."
You finish the last bite of your snack, "It's obvious we're looking out for each other, so there's no way I should dislike you anymore. Besides, I'm not sure about you but, I don't think you're the type to hang out with someone you don't like either."
"No. I'm not," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze.
You laugh at him, the boy clicking his tongue in annoyance. "I guess this makes us friends? Right, Katsuki?"
The boy cradles his face in his right hand, cranking his neck as he looked down at you. You had a toothy grin on your face, your eyes gazing into his red ones expectantly. The current view was completely different from when he first ran into you. It was somehow refreshing to have someone look at him like that, his classmates usually cautious around him- excluding his idiotic friends.
He scoffs when he realized how long he was starring at you, covering the smirk that was creeping upon his face. "I guess we're friends, dumbass."
