Tsundere
Requested by my dumbass best friend
Bakugo glared at the male who sat in the front of the class. Who the hell did he think he was?! Making him feel like this! Those feelings that made Bakugo want to hold him close and not let anyone hurt him, the ones that made him want to kiss his lips and-
"Bakugo, you in there?" [Y/N] stood in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face. "We're partners for the project!" He beamed.
"Tch, just don't get in my way, extra." Bakugo looked away, rolling his eyes. [Y/N], confused, slid into the seat in front of him and turned to face him.
"So, we have to come up with a battle tactic together against Todoroki-san and Tsuyu-chan. I was thinking we start with-" Bakugo tuned out [Y/N]'s speech entirely, his eyes wandering the other male's face. He found himself staring at his lips for prolonged amounts of time, before his eyes locked with [Y/N]'s, and his speech faltered.
"Bakugo-san were you listening to a word I said?" [Y/N] sighed, his shoulders slumping.
"I don't need help from you, shitty extra." Bakugo growled out, turning away from the [H/C] haired male. Why the hell did feelings have to be so difficult?
[Y/N] slammed his hands on the table, getting the attention of the entire class, including the male in front of him.
"Listen, I don't know who taught you that you're the greatest person alive, but drop the damn act! I'd like to pass this class, and I don't need your uncooperative ass dragging me down!" [Y/N] looked pissed, his [E/C] eyes glowing with rage as his arms grew in size, becoming bulkier and almost ripping through his uniform with his quirk's activation.
Bakugo scoffed. He didn't say a word and walked out of the room, ignoring his own rage boiling in the pits of his stomach. The audacity!
[Y/N] sat back down, his hands burying themselves in his [H/C] hair. Why was Bakugo so difficult! He just wanted to pass this class, but Bakugo insisted on being an uncooperative prick! He shouted out in rage, storming out of the classroom. Aizawa watched him go, too tired to care.
Attempting to calm himself down, he took deep breaths and closed his eyes before continuing with wandering the halls, stopping in front of the bathrooms. Just as he was about to push the door open, he feels a firm, calloused hand on his wrist that pulled him back, and pinned him to the wall.
"I don't know what that shit you pulled earlier was, but embarrass me in front of the class like that again and I'll kill you." Bakugo growls, pinning [Y/N]'s hands above his head.
Watching [Y/N] squirm was a sight to behold for Bakugo, he grinned dominantly. His crimson eyes once again found their way to [Y/N]'s lips.
He made a bold move. A stupid, bold move.
He swooped down and pressed his lips against [Y/N]'s, before feeling an excruciating pain between his legs.
