summary - bakugou katsuki is the worst.
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Nezu smiled among the rest of the teachers. "Oh, wow."
A large, triangular grin adorned Eraserhead's stubbled face. You did well for a novice, especially against Togata, Hadou, and Amajiki, UA's best students.
"Where're you going?" Power Loader asked, noticing Ectoplasm edging towards the door to leave.
Ectoplasm's wide mouth widened even further in a grin. "To check up on my student," he said with a certain undertone of pride. He knew you could do it.
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When you woke up in the infirmary, you kept your eyes shut. You were positioned on your stomach, with a pillow supporting your pelvis, and your head turned to the side. You could tell the lights in the room were bright, making you reluctant to open your eyes. For a moment, you forgot where you were.
Nezu, 1-A, Mirio, Hadou, Amajiki, darkness – concrete. Oh, yeah. That evil little rat bastard.
Your skull seemed to throb from flying so hard onto that concrete. You couldn't feel your legs past halfway down your calf and your back broadly ached like hell. It's not like it was just your upper back, or lower back, but both.
Your [dominant arms] shoulder hurt, too, and you winced upon remembering how you were slammed into the concrete floor. Your core ached with a dull pain from a soreness you didn't know was achievable, from having to fly so low. Should you be concerned about this? Probably... You couldn't even sit up right now.
You had white bandages wrapped tightly around your throbbing head, and you thought that you could feel the blood. Your costume had been unzipped and rolled down to bandage your [dominant arms] shoulder and back. The arms attached to your fractured shoulder were encased in a hard [color] cast and you were unable to move them.
You've never been so injured before – even at your internship!
Recovery Girl had already used her quirk on you, but there was only so much the old woman could do with how low your energy levels were.
"I know you're awake," a voice said. "Your antennae are twitching."
You squinted your eyes, which were uncomfortably dry, at the source of the voice. You were first met with the white tiled floor of the infirmary that seemed to dry your eyes out even more. You blinked and glanced to the side. Bakugou was passed out in the hospital cot next to your [dominant arms] side. His face looked so pretty when he wasn't uglily scowling at you. You then shifted painfully to turn your neck to the other side and were met with not only your teacher, but the Big Three standing behind him as well.
Amajiki was in the corner with his head hung low, anxiously glancing over to you every few seconds. You met his eyes, causing him to yelp and turn to the wall. You couldn't help but be a little irritated (and somewhat endeared) by his strange shyness. Why can't he look at you straight on? Is he socially anxious, or... You felt kinda bad for him, but he was really cool on the field! How can he be so timid after slamming you into the ground and grasping you with those tentacles of his?
Hadou leaned over you. "Are you alright?? Recovery Girl said that you sprained your back, and that your legs were..." Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh, I blasted you into that pillar, didn't I? Gah–! I'm super sorry!" She seemed worried. "Well, all of us were uber worried, especially Togata-kun here! But also, you did really, really good! Wayyy better than I was expecting you to!" She pinched Mirio's cheek at the mention of his name and the boy nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
"Thanks, and you're fine," you said with a tired half-smile. Your lips then parted at a slight pain in your back. "And is that why my legs are kinda– well, I was gonna say kinda, but they're actually just numb. Like I can't feel them at all."
Mirio stepped forward and kneeled beside your hospital bed so he could talk to you eye to eye. You stiffened slightly, his uniquely cute eyes were staring at you so directly. He grabbed one of your uninjured hands and clasped it between two of his warm hands. "I'm super sorry!" he said, his beady blue eyes wide and guilty. "I didn't mean to hit you with my full power, and especially not into that pillar – I didn't even realize the weights had fallen off, and when I did, well, I just had to keep going...!"
You let out a small sigh and patted his broad shoulder with one of your hands. "No, it's fine – you guys were just playing your part." You then excitedly smiled, your eyes trailing over to Ectoplasm. "And I passed, right? I won, right, Sensei?"
Ectoplasm seemed to grin at you. "[last name]... You have passed the Practical Exam. I'm extremely proud of you. You were tenacious, even in an environment that stunted your abilities, and used your sight to your advantage, evading your enemies."
Hadou quickly nodded along to your teacher's short analysis, her fists excitedly held against her chest. There were stars in her eyes again, and you couldn't help but think, 'Wow, she's really... pretty.'
She built off of Ectoplasm's comment, "Yup! I told you when we were in there, but you were suuuuper fast and you moved really well! We were all super impressed and I think your friends were too! A few of them came to visit – green hair, brown hair, blond, pink, and a bunch of others – you have a lotta friends!"
Okay, they're all just trying to flatter you now. If you're being honest, you did kinda ass... Even though you were supposed to be way faster than them, they still beat you up. And you mainly ran the whole time. Either way, you were so glad that you passed. It wasn't as bad as you thought! Definitely still bad, but you didn't break anything, you don't think. Your smile widened as you thanked them for their praise.
And you thought, maybe you are cut out to be a hero.
"Wait, Amajiki-kun has something to say, too!" Hadou said. The boy let out a yelp at the mention of his name.
The other two coaxed him to turn around, like a cute cat. Okay, you can't keep calling people older than you cute. He glared at you (though he didn't even realize he was), causing you to freeze up a bit. Amajiki bowed slightly, avoiding your eyes. He found you intimidating after you cut off his tentacle. "I- I'm... I... Your, uh, shoulder... Sorry."
You smiled at him, hoping it looked sweet and not in pain. "I already said it's fine, Senpai. Sorry for cutting your, uh, tentacle off."
He mumbled something as his pale face turned bright red and he turned back to his corner.
You sensed Bakugou stirring in the cot beside you. He tried to sit up, but winced at the pain in his torso. Everyone in the room glanced at him before returning their eyes to you, though you kept your bug eyes on him. Is this a good time? It should be. Your conversation with the Big Three and Ectoplasm is basically done now. When will you get another opportunity like this?
You have to bring it up.
Bakugou clenched his fists, staring at the veins bulging from his hands. All Might got him good. He wondered how much power All Might put into that punch to his gut, the one that was so hard that it made him throw up. And that fucking dweeb Deku. He had the fucking audacity to just grab him. God, it pissed him off to no end. It confused him so much. Why, why is that Deku so... irritatedly heroic.
"Could I just... talk with Bakugou-san – Alone, for a bit, please."
Bakugo whipped his head to the annoyingly familiar voice. Fuck, another thing that irritates him for being so fucking confusing. Stupid fucking Bug Face, Pesty Bitch, Buggy Bitch, Bug Eyes, Insect – oh, wow, he never realized just how many derogatory nicknames he had for you. But you fucking deserve it. You don't deserve to be called by your name because he shouldn't care enough to remember it.
So why does he? Why does he perk up in interest and strain his ears whenever he hears [last name], or [first name], or [nickname] uttered? The fact that he listened in when people talked about you made him recoil in disgust.
He told himself he was just keeping track of the enemy, but are you even strong enough to be his enemy? You're a stupid girl that he can squash like a bug, like at the Sports Fest. You're nothing but canon fodder to him, a stepping stone to become number one. So why... Why does your ugly face keep popping up everywhere? He can't even find solace in his favorite class: Heroics. Why do you join their lessons? Why does he look for you when you're not there? Why do you go to UA? Why do you eat lunch near him? Why do your eyes look so shiny when you look at him? Why does your hair look like that? Why are you taller than him? And why the fuck are you faster than him?
It pissed him off. It really did.
He'd seen the clips from your internship – who the hell hasn't? He knew damn well Shitty Hair has watched it at least a dozen times while spouting about how manly you were. How the fuck could you carry four grown ass adults and a whole child in your arms? That's at least 250 kilos. At least. How could you carry all that weight while flying when he couldn't even carry that while grounded? Why can you carry more weight than him?
He had so many fucking questions about you because you're just that confusing, and he despises things that confuse him. Why do you insist he knows you? Why do you keep mentioning him putting you in a coma? He's never fucking done that! The most he's done is knock someone out. He met you this year, when you said you'd beat him before the Sports Festival. You called him Kacchan that day, which made him cringe. That stupid nerd was spreading it around. He's never fucking met you before that.
But can he really be sure?
Bakugou has a pretty bad memory selectively, considering he doesn't care to remember things if he doesn't have to.
So maybe he has met you in the past.
His red eyes followed the group of people leaving and then he glared at you.
"Bakugou-san," you said, staring blankly at him. His scratched up skin seemed to glow from the orange sun setting outside of the window. He had a nice face and you cursed his parents for it. Your eyes settled on his dry lips. You licked your own lips, hoping they didn't look as dry as his. You didn't wanna look at his eyes, especially as they were glaring at you.
"You failed, didn't you? I knew you would, Pesty Bitch," his upper lip curled in a seemingly satisfied sneer. He was unconscious during your entire Practical, but he just assumed you lost because there's just no way.
You ignored his comment.
"Bakugou-san," you repeated softly. You're scared to talk about it. You're really scared actually. How will he react? What if he just... denies it? Or what if he just blows up? What if he hits you again and puts you into another coma, one that'll last so long, you'll be paralyzed from stiff joints? No, that's just a stupid, implausible thought – why did you even think of that? Your poor heart, whose rate had spiked so many times today, thrummed fervently against your ribcage. Your hands were clammy as well.
It's not like you can really prove it was him. The only proof you have is your coma and Izuku's testimony, which you hope is enough? But you have to talk about it, you have to. And you're both here, forcibly confined to the stark white sheets of the infirmary's cots, unable to run away from this conversation because neither of you are even able to stand yet. Recovery Girl had even left. It's perfect. It's like someone set this up just so you could talk to him.
"What!?" he bursted, his body heating up a few increments. "Stop sayin' my name and lookin' at me like that, stupid fucking Bug Eyes! What, do you wanna kiss me or some shit!?"
Your serious face twitched. As fucking if. You wouldn't kiss him if you were Recovery Girl and he was on the brink of death. No, you have to say something. This isn't something to fucking laugh about. "Ba... Bakugou-san."
Bakugou's sneer slightly faltered. Why are you talking to him like that? Like he's some fucking snowflake. You're supposed to say something funny, something snarky, something smug, something lighthearted – so why is your voice, even though it was just above a low murmur, so heavy? "What, did you actually think you would win against three people? Hell, you couldn't win against one!" he grumbled, trying to break the frustratingly awkward deadness of the room.
"Bakugou-san." You couldn't find the words you wanted to say. It's like your tongue just swelled up and pushed against your teeth and palate when you tried to say something other than his name. You were stalling.
He furrowed his light brows, a deep crease set above his eyes. "Can you say something else? Fucking weirdo," he snarled, deeply irritated. Why are you just whispering his name over and over like a broken record? "It's fucking annoying! What do you want, spit it out!"
You smiled slightly. You thought it was funny how annoyed he got so easily. But then again, his quick-to-anger personality is quite literally the reason you got put into a coma, isn't it? Or is it your quick-to-anger personality? You are the one that slapped him first after all.
But was it really your fault? Not in a "I do no wrong" way, but in a "He started it!" way. He was the one who was provoking you, with his stupid words.
"Bakugou-san," you uttered his name out for the sixth time that day. Before he could yell at you again, you spoke, finally finding your words. "Do you... really not remember me?" you tentatively questioned.
He was silent, confused by your question. Why do you speak in fucking riddles? "Fuck you mean? No shit I remember you," he admitted and a gleam of hope formed in your eyes. "You're the bug I beat at the Sports Festival."
You frowned and your eyes dulled. You squeezed them shut in annoyance. No, that's not it. "Think harder, please, Bakugou. Middle school, you were in your second year and I was in my third, and it was lunch. Come on, do you really...? Come on, remember me, please." Your voice was disgustingly desperate. There were tears welling up in your eyes. How could he not remember? You remember it, and you've lost over half of your memories, there's no excuse for him. You haven't changed that much, have you?
For a seventh time, you had said his name. Bakugou's vermillion eyes followed the path of one of your tears. He watched as it formed, creating an unspilled barrier of tears glossing over your black eyes. He's never seen eyes like yours on a person – pitch black with a hexagonal pattern, like an actual bug. Even Raccoon Eyes had yellow pupils in her sea of black. Your tear ducts became full, causing some to fall. He watched as a tear dropped from your eye, flowing over your nose bridge, and merging with tears from the other eye. He tried to sort through his memories. God, why was he listening to you anyways? Was it because he felt bad because of how pathetic you were?
You wiped your eyes with a hand, hastily and roughly. You don't want to cry in front of Bakugou of all people. You were especially vulnerable right now, with a sprained back, fractured shoulder, and a broken forewing you prayed would heal.
You continued at his silence, "I can't believe it. You really don't remember it," you cried, your bottom lip violently quivering.
He raised his voice, staring fiercely at you, "What the fuck do you want me to remember?"
"God, y- you... You're the worst, Bakugou Katsuki."
Your words made him go silent. He looked up at the ceiling and said, "So what if I'm the worst? Stop beating around the fucking bush and tell me what you want me to remember, God damn it!" he gruffly exploded, banging his fist on the bed in exasperation. His eyes looked so glossy right now, like he wanted to cry. He slightly sniffled and turned to you again. "Use your fucking words like a person."
You deeply inhaled and exhaled, calming yourself down enough to easily get your words out. "You punched me."
"Is that it?" He scoffed at you, a taunting, grating noise. "Is that it?" He delved into a snarky laugh, "Oh, please! I've punched plenty of people, you're not fucking special."
Your lips tensely parted in a distraught frown as you sniffed up snot you refused to let drip down your nose. "N- No. No. No, that's not fucking it, you fucking asshole. Let me finish."
"Then fucking finish, Pesty Bitch."
You sighed, which is something you do often in Bakugou's presence. Well, that, along with rolling your eyes. "You punched me, and you gave me... head trauma that put me into a coma."
"I would've remembered that," he said, full of conviction.
Your mouth quivered, debating whether to turn into a sneer or a frown. "That's the thing. You don't. How do you not remember it?"
"Well, how the fuck do you remember it?"
You closed your eyes for a few seconds, collecting yourself again. "I've been getting flashbacks ever since I woke up. A lot. And I remember it. I remember talking to Izuku at lunch and then you came up and told him to kill himself. I remember those fucking evil words coming outta your mouth and I remember you punching me so hard I flew into the fucking table. I remember it hurting and I remember everyone's eyes on me. I remember Izuku crying and you-"
"I don-"
You opened your eyes and glared at him with an intensity that was even greater than his. "I'm... I'm not done, you fucker," you interrupted him. He was strangely submissive when you spoke. It was uncomfortable, almost. Is this really the notoriously abrasive Bakugou Katsuki? "Seventeen months. Seventeen fucking months. That's how long I was in a fucking coma and you- you just get to forget about it! I- You're so fucking-" You trailed off, unable to find a word hurtful enough for him. You shook your head into the pillow, your eyes squeezed shut in pain, both from confronting the boy in the bed beside you and the injuries littered across your body.
He was silent for a few more moments. "So?" he grunted. "You're still alive, aren't you?"
Your eyes widened, absolutely dumbfounded by his response. How can someone think of the worst things to say every time? You regretted ever bringing it up, but you can't back out of it now.
"You're so... mean, Bakugou." Your voice cracked in the middle of "mean" and you cringed at your words. You felt like a little kid again as you cried into your pillow. That quirkless little girl at the orphanage, the girl who would cry in the corner while everyone played with each other, the girl who would cry about her real parents, the girl who would just cry.
"You... You- You're so- God! H... How can you say that? How can you fucking say that?" you stammered, gripping tightly onto the white sheets. You wanted to run away, but you couldn't even roll over in your state. "Do you ever fucking think!?"
"Because I don't even know if you're telling me the fucking truth! If I don't remember it, then it didn't even really fucking happen!" he yelled. That's such a fucking stupid thing to say.
"But why don't you!" You allowed your pent up sadness and anger to rip out of your throat, finally looking at his red eyes. This time, you saw Bakugou Katsuki for all he was: a fucking bitch. "Why don't you fucking remember it, you ugly fucking bastard! I remember it, Izuku remembers it, but you... You... Why don't you...? Is it because I changed? I- I look different?" It was so fucking confusing. How does he not remember you? Seriously, how?
His eyes were wide in disbelief. "...What did you call just me?"
Is that what he's choosing to focus on? You scoffed in heavy exasperation and disbelief. God, you wanted to punch him. You would have if you could stretch your arm across the aisle separating your beds without worsening your injury. "Can you just fucking answer me? Is that why?"
Bakugou stared at your features, which were wet from tears. It was dark out now, and he had realized that would probably have to sleep here, in this shit bed across from a stupid girl. He tried to remember your face, but the furthest memory he could conjure was you challenging him with that purple truffula tree bastard. "I don't know what you're talking about, crazy bitch!"
"I'm not crazy!" you snapped. "Shit. Look at my skin! My nose! My hair! My lips! My fucking ears – you're telling me I don't look familiar in the slightest? The name [last name] [first name] doesn't ring a loud fucking bell?" Are you that forgettable?
"I've been doing that this whole fucking time! I've been looking at you this whole fucking time!" he retorted, raising his voice above yours. "Sorry, I don't know you, you fucking bug!"
You then had a realization – something that was probably important. "I was quirkless."
"Hah?"
You repeat yourself. "I was quirkless. I didn't... I didn't look like this when it happened. I was..." You wanted to say normal, because being quirkless was the norm for you. The more that you think about it, the more you realize how peculiar it was that you just woke up one day with a heteromorphic quirk.
Sometimes you wondered if you owed Bakugou Katsuki, or if you should be grateful towards him at all. If he had never put you into that coma, then would you have been blessed with this quirk? The coma triggered something in you, it must have. There's simply no way it was so perfectly timed so that Bakugou just happened to punch you right before your metamorphosis.
If you really think about it, then all of this, everything good you have right now, was because of Bakugou.
But also, everything bad is also his fault.
Or, maybe he's not at fault. Well, he is at fault, of course, for putting you into that coma – but the rest was your quirk. You hated and loved your quirk at the same time.
You wondered what your real parents' quirks were. Was it genetic? You don't remember them at all anymore, and the thought of them made you even more emotional. Why did they give you up? Did you get along? What did they look like? Did they look like you? Did you take more after your mother or your father? Did they have wings like you have now?
You miss them. You wished you knew your real parents.
You hated it. You hated forgetting.
"I had normal eyes, like you," you began, staring at your reflection in the black centers of his red eyes like the narcissist you are. "They were... [eye color], and I was paler because I didn't go out much, and I was shorter. Way shorter than you. And I was chubbier back then, too. And I didn't have these antennae or these wings or four arms – I only had two arms. And my hair was [longer/shorter], but it was still [hair color] and [hair texture] and..." You paused your rambling description. You could see it in his eyes,
"–And you still don't remember."
Your voice was so quiet and hoarse, you sounded sick.
"You were quirkless? No, fuck, describe what happened again," he said, his voice catching you off guard at how low it was. It was something unexpected of Bakugou, to speak in such a murmur. In your head, he was so one-dimensional: angry, loud, mean – these are words you would use to describe Bakugou.
And if Bakugou were forced to describe you honestly, he would call you an insect: annoying and won't go away. They're truths, but he would never tell anyone what he thinks under all the frustration. He didn't even want to think about what he really thought about you. So he didn't.
This whole time he had been imagining you, or the current you, but as a kid. To hear that there was a time where you didn't look like this was jarring, to say the least. It was almost disturbing. Bakugou couldn't imagine you not looking like how you do as you're in front of him right now. He couldn't imagine you without those big dull wings on your back or the weird pale stalks that stood tall on the top of your head or four arms – and he definitely couldn't imagine you with normal, human eyes, with white scleras and [eye color] irises. It doesn't fit you. He couldn't see you being shorter than him and he most definitely couldn't see you being fucking quirkless.
How could someone like you have been quirkless?
You remembered the day crystal clearly, ever since that day Izuku mentioned a "Kacchan." It was something that showed up in your dreams often, along with Tomb, though he was more on the nightmarish side. You've dreamed of this moment since you realized it was him, Bakugou Katsuki, who put you into that coma. You dreamed of forcing him to remember you and seeing his satisfying reaction. Although, your dreams always went smoother and were infinitely more idyllic, and would end with you beating the insufferable Bakugou, the boy you considered a villain, to a pulp.
However, this is real. This is real life and Bakugou Katsuki has autonomy and you know damn well he can beat you up again. He's stubborn; if he won't believe you then...
You recalled the events more objectively this time, telling him the words that you remembered: the things he said, the things his friends said, the things you said. You told him about how you began to regain consciousness on your way to the hospital, but fully knocked out right when you reached the building's empty lobby. You even told him about when you finally woke up; how your parents cried for you, grasping onto you like you would float away if they didn't hold you tight enough. But at the time, you didn't even realize they were your parents. You told him, between wet sobs, about how you couldn't remember anything when you first woke up, and how scary it was. It took a while to regain your memories and relearn the basics about yourself.
It hurt to sob so heavily.
And it hurt even more when you realized you had told him vulnerable shit you haven't even told Izuku.
"Nearly a year and a half," you told him, "I missed out on a year and a half of my life because of you."
His eyes were so open as he listened to you. Did he really? Did Bakugou Katsuki really do that? He pieced everything and remembered it so suddenly, punching you with his quirk activated – but he never realized that you were put into a coma because of it... All of a sudden, things started to click into place – why you always said you knew him. You knew him this whole time. Fuck. No wonder you look at him so dirtily in the halls.
'Is this real?' Bakugou asked himself, begging his own brain for answers because he felt so sick and lightheaded listening to you speak about what happened. His whole world had been flipped upside down and violently shaken. "That's shitty."
He felt bad.
"Huh?"
"But what the fuck do you want me to do about it. Shit's in the past!" His red eyes sharpened at you.
Your breath hitched. God, he has no empathy. "S... Shut the fuck up. Do you really think that? You don't think it still affects me? You know how much... time I've wasted in that coma? I'm fucking seventeen now, and I've only got a few memories from the life I used to live. I feel so fucking stunted compared to everyone else. Shit..."
One of the reasons why you cheated on exams was because you genuinely didn't get the chance to learn the same stuff the other kids did. You were a bit behind education-wise. But, not only that – you were behind in life as a whole. You've never been in a relationship, you've never even held hands like that. You don't know how to talk to people without exaggerating yourself, and you definitely aren't worthy of being loved. Someone like you...
If you didn't know any better, you would say that Bakugou's eyes softened. "I didn't mean it like that, you shithead. Fuck, not shithead, I mean [last name], I meant... I meant to say," he hesitated. He didn't like this. Not one bit. He didn't know what he meant to say. He remembered it... sort of.
He remembered the day as the day someone, who he now knew was you, defended that Shitty Deku. You had slapped him, and he punched back. He walked away with his lackeys before he could see you fall. The next day, he was called to the Principal's office and scolded. Like usual, he had tuned it out – the man's words in one ear and out the other. He wasn't quite sure what was happening at the time, but he knew it would end with a pesky suspension, like a slap on the wrist. It would make his parents yell at him, but whatever – he would just go to the mountains or go to the arcade, or something.
His little lackeys had mindlessly defended him, and the Principal lowered his suspension to five months worth of after school detention. He would rather be suspended than have a detention. When he got home, his mom had yelled at him and his dad had looked especially disappointed. Again, into one ear and out the other, he even threw in a few scoffs and eye rolls.
He didn't know he gave you head trauma severe enough for a coma.
If he had actually listened to the Principal's scolding, he would have, but he has a tendency to ignore things.
But, he didn't.
Bakugou didn't know.
He felt horrible.
"I'm fuckin' sorry." He paused, his face red and humiliated. He really can't recall the last time he's apologized for something. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, yeah, it's my fucking fault, but the fuck can I do now? It's not like I can fucking... turn back time and give it back to you."
You frowned and turned away with furrowed brows. He should be on his fucking knees begging for your forgiveness. But, of course, that wouldn't be very Bakugou-like, you assume.
"Don't turn your fucking head on me!" he hissed. "If I could reach you, I'd slap the shit outta ya!"
Typical.
"Stop ignoring me, you stupid bug, I already apologized!" he yelled, his voice cracking a bit. He hates being ignored. Why aren't you accepting his apology? He could see your shoulders shaking and hear your sharp intakes. You're crying again. "What more do you want? I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry, you big crybaby!"
Even now, he's still insulting you. "You don't mean it," you rasped, trying to stop your tears. "You don't really care, do you, Bakugo-san?"
He did mean it. Or, he tried to mean it at least. "Shut the fuck up and stop crying! You're hurting yourself even more."
"You shut the fuck up. I hate you, Bakugou Katsuki. I fucking hate you." You don't ever want to see his face again.
"Say that shit to my face."
"I already did."
"I said I was sorry!" He started up again. God, he was seriously bad at this. "What do you want, money? Can you just look at me, Bug Eyes!?"
You scoffed, but otherwise stayed silent. You were so mad. Bakugou Katsuki is a crazy, delusional bitch if he thinks you would forgive after he spouts a few half-assed sorries.
"[last name], please," he weakly muttered with a deeply unsatisfied frown. One last attempt to get your attention. It didn't work and you continued to ignore the boy who was shaking in anger and something close to regret. He gave up on trying to convince you that he was being genuine.
For today, that is.
Bakugou glowered, staring much too intensely at the back of your head. You could feel the glare drilling big holes in your head, and your antennae were erected with alert, but you ignored it. You instead tried to fall asleep, but your antennae continued to twitch.
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ummmmmm yeah it finally happened guys hahahar sorry it took a while i was proccrastinating lawl I WAS SO SCARED TO WRITE THIS AUGHGHTG I HOPE I DID THIS SCENE JUSTICE but like idek
tried posting this on wattpad but i think i like the quotev writing format more idk (this has now been posted on wp and i miss the quotev clout 😭🙏)