It had been thirty minutes since they'd arrived at the campsite. Y/N and Kaminari still hadn't shown up. They'd pulled over a while back, and figuring they'd catch up quickly, they kept going without them. They were beginning to get worried, but then Kaminari sprang through the bushes. "Oh, thank god!" He cried. "Y/N, found it!"
Y/N followed through shortly after and the group sighed with relief.
"Jesus, I was starting to worry," Mina gushed. "What took you assholes so long?"
"This guy wanted to stop to pee, but he was a pillow princess about it," Y/N grumbled.
"I'm not a caveman! I'm not gonna just pee off the side of the road!" Kaminari argued, offended.
Y/N scoffed. "YOU HAVE A DICK. Being able to pee outside easily is, like, the second best thing about it," she snapped.
The class laughed at their argument, but Bakugou was just angry. Though he'd never say it, he'd been really worried--especially leaving her alone with Kaminari, the class flirt.
As the sun started setting, the gang made Bakugou cook them hotdogs on the shitty grill Kirishima had brought. Bakugou complained about it the whole time, but the food was as delicious as it always was with him. He was wearing the black tank top again. It was almost impossible not to look at his arms as he worked the grill. When he ran his hands through his hair Y/N almost choked on her damn hotdog.
"Jesus, Pinky, can't you go one damn party without busting out that disgusting shit?" Bakugou growled. Mina had whipped out a pack of beers and was passing them out. "It's terrible for you."
"I'm here for a good time, not a long time," Sero bragged, shotgunning his beer while Kirishima cheered him on. Even Deku and Uraraka were joining in.
Todoroki built a small fire at the center of their circle while Momo set up different tents. "Uraraka, are you and Midoriya going to be sharing?" She asked.
"Oooooh, Deku is gonna get some tonight!" Kaminari cackled, slapping Izuku on the back. Izuku was blushing so hard he matched the color of his scars.
Jirou pulled Bluetooth speakers out of her bag and turned on some American rock songs while the group chatted.
"You like The Rolling Stones, huh?" Y/N asked, surprised. "I didn't know you were a fan of English music."
Jirou shrugged. "I like good music. I don't really care about the origins." Kaminari watched her adjust her speakers with a small blush on his face. Y/N gestured for him to go talk to her, but he shook his head adamantly.
"Kaminari, what kind of music do you like?" She asked loudly, roping him into the conversation. He shot her an angry glare.
"Uh... I like Pink Floyd."
Jirou's head shot up. "Really? Which albums?" She asked excitedly.
Y/N walked away grinning, taking a seat by the fire to leave them to their chatting. Bakugou took a seat next to her without saying anything. Why was he nervous?
"Nice matchmaking. If we can't sleep because they're fucking too loud, that's on you," he grumbled, jabbing a marshmallow onto his stick and thrusting it directly into the fire. It burst into flames and he blew it out, putting it straight into his mouth without letting it cool down.
"Jesus Christ, you're gonna fuck up your mouth you demon," Y/N laughed. "Doesn't that hurt?"
"I'm not a pussy," he replied, making another marshmallow the exact same way.
Y/N rolled her eyes at him. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"
Bakugou shot her a glare. "I only do that when I work out."
"Ah. My mistake." She grabbed a marshmallow from the bag on his lap to make her own. She was much more delicate about it, rotating it a few seconds and hovering it over the fire.
"You ready to tell me why you've been so pissy?" He ate another scorched marshmallow as he raised an eyebrow at her.
"I wasn't pissy."
"Right. So I just imagined that you've been ignoring me then," he deadpanned.
Y/N sighed. "I was embarassed, dude. How the hell do I come back from doing something like that? I don't even remember it." She refused to look at him as the words spilled out of her mouth. "I don't know what other embarrassing shit I did."
Bakugou didn't respond. He only watched her as she fiddled with her marshmallow, refusing to look up at him. He wanted her to look at him.
"Are you mad at me?" She asked. Her voice was softer now, worried. "I'm sorry I kissed you. I know that probably put you in a really uncomfortable position."
"Stop apologizing." Bakugou stood up and walked towards his tent, pausing for a moment. "You would only need to apologize if you were a bad kisser."
And with that, he disappeared into his tent, leaving Y/N with butterflies in her stomach.
~~~
That night, Y/N woke up screaming.
Once she came to and remember where she was, she covered her mouth with her hand to calm herself down. Before she could stop herself there were tears spilling from her eyes. It was another one of those nightmares-- the ones where he loomed over her, his blank face looking down at her, and then that searing pain in her body when he ripped her quirk from her. She sobbed into her hand, sitting up as she tried to regain her composure. She was fine. She was safe in her tent, her classmates around her. Fuck, had she woken them up?
Her question was answered when Bakugou ripped through her tent and fell to his knees in front of her. "Fuck, Y/N, what's wrong?" he demanded, grabbing at her. She had never seen him like this. His eyes looked at her not with anger, but with concern. "Are you fucking hurt or something? What--"
"No no, I'm sorry, I'm okay," she said, her voice cracking as she wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. Just a bad dream."
His shoulders seemed to relax, but he didn't move away from her. He stayed on his knees next to her sleeping bag. His looked visibly upset, his fists clenched.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. You can go back to bed." She tried to brush it off, but he wasn't taking it. He only watched her, his brows furrowed, not saying anything. Y/N knew what that look meant. It happened when he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. He was pretty shit with communication, so this happened often.
Y/N sat up next to him.
"Are you cold?" Before she even had the chance to respond, he pulled off his sweatshirt and threw it at her.
"No dude, now you'll be cold--"
"Just fucking put it on."
She was still too jittery from the dream to argue. As she slipped it on, the smell of caramel and campfire smoke filled her lungs, and that alone calmed her down a bit. It was much too big on her. The sleeves were too long and it would probably drop to her knees if she stood up.
"I get 'em too," he said.
"Huh?"
"Nightmares," he muttered.
"Oh." she buried her face in the collar of the sweatshirt, turning to face him. "What are yours about?"
He didn't speak for a moment, staring at the floor of her tent. He glanced at her for a moment, then seemed to convince himself to talk. "Back when I was a kid, there was some shitty sludge villian," he started. He seemed hesitant to talk. "He cut off my airways, went down my throat or some shit. I couldn't move." He swapped from sitting on his knees to sitting on his butt, wrapping his arms around his knees like her. "I fucking hate tight spaces. I don't like not being in control."
Y/N was surprised that he had opened up to her. It was the first time he had told her something like this on his own terms.
"Like claustrophobia?" she asked.
He nodded, not looking up.
"Mine are of All for One. I see him standing over me, and it like... replays the moment when he took my quirk."
Bakugou thought about what she said. "Did it hurt?"
Y/N nodded. "Yeah. But only for a second, because after that is when it gets fuzzy." She wiggled her toes. "I don't like not knowing."
"I can tell you what happened last week. If... if that'll help or some shit," Bakugou offered.
Y/N looked up at him. "Yes. Please."