C R I M I N A L | K. Bakugo x Reader

Chapter 19

"What's up, big nose?" Bakugo flicks my ear from the seat behind me.
"What do you want?" i rotate in my seat to meet his eyes.
"When the project starts, we're going to your house."

Bold of you to assume i have a house.

"No way" i laugh, trying to avoid talking about my living situation.
"WHY NOT?!" his volume increases and i just watch.
"I just.." i pause "I just don't want you beating up my brother again. Besides, why don't we go to yours?"
"My mums a bitch. Duh" he acts as if i'm stupid.
"Wow. What a reason!" i gasp fakely "we're going to yours or no ones. That's final."

He grumbles and leans back in his seat, his eyes lingering on me for a moment.
I tut and turn away and start to write the title for once. I'm actually going to put some effort in today.
I hum to myself as i underline my date before writing down notes.
"Can you stop? You're really annoying." Bakugo mutters. I only hum louder and continue writing everything that's on the board down.
"Jesus fucking Christ!"

I ignore him which pissed him off more.
"HEY!" he grabs my arms and stands up, pulling me with him.
"Ow" i complain.
"FUCKING CUT IT OUT, WILL YOU?" he raised his fist into the air.
"Oh? Gonna hit me are you?" I scowl at him, my eyes squinting slightly as I look him in his glowing red rubies.
His hand squeezes my wrist tighter but his other arm drops to his side.
His angry expression doesn't falter but i manage to slip my arm out of his grip.

"Won't be a second, teacher, sorry for interrupting the lesson" i apologise and this time take his arm, leading him out of the classroom with me.
Once the door is shut, i push him full force and his back hits the lockers before he falls to the floor. I walk up to him so that we're only a meter apart. He looks up at me, the anger not so prominent anymore.

"What is your fucking issue?" I glare down at him.
He goes to speak but i stop him "And don't say you're like it with everyone. I don't fucking see you punch Jirou when she's singing under her fucking breath"

His lips quiver into a frown "it's because i hate you, L/N, I fucking hate you" he growls.
"Oh yeah?" i pick him up by the collar and pull him off of his feet "why's that?"

He stares at me for a while but doesn't say anything.
"Because i'm better than you?"
He stays silent.
"should i repeat myself? BECAUSE IM BETTER THAN YOU?!"
His jaw tenses and he looks away to his right, not meeting my eyes.
"WELL? FUCKING SAY IT!"

"I hate you because you're annoying."
"Drop the crap, Bakugo"
He sucks in through his teeth "YEAH OKAY?! I FUCKING HATE YOU BECAUSE YOURE BETTER THAN ME!"

I take a step back and cross my arms as his eyes begin to tear up.
"Oh fucks sake. Don't give me that, Bakugo. You're gonna cry?" i smirk "pathetic."
"I HATE THAT YOU WON SO EASILY" a tear falls down his cheek.

My expression softens slightly when the tear hits the floor. I might have knocked his confidence a bit too far down.
"HOW DID YOU DO IT? I COULD BARELY GET A HIT IN!" he sniffles, trying his best to barrier the rest of the tears.
I watch quietly as the strange scene in front of me unfolds. I never thought i'd ever see the boy cry, let alone about losing a silly fight.

"It was just a little battle, you know?" i mumble. I'm not good at comforting people i find it super awkward.
"But i lost and you hardly put any effort in. I'm weak. How can i ever be a hero if i'm weak?"

I stand still, tense and unsure of what to do.

"Bakugo, you're not weak.." i sigh.
He finally looks at me, waiting for more.
"I'm gonna be honest with you, you're really strong.

I've been training to fight since i was 9.. that's why i was shocked when in the entrance exam you didn't get a lot less points than me than me"

He rubs his eyes with his forearm "what? since you were 9?"
I nod, gazing at him with honesty.
"Then, THIS NEVER HAPPENED" he shouts as he storms off, back into the classroom.

I sigh and facepalm. He's so fucking weird. Is Shigs sure he wants THIS guy?

*****

[After Lunch]

As i sit down in my seat, i glance at Bakugo.
"Tch, what do you want?" he growls. I shrug and he rolls his eyes.

Halfway through the lesson there's a knock at the door and our entire class turns to face it.
Aizawa creaks the door open slightly but then pushes it all the way open to reveal a nice looking lady. She takes a step inside and smiles warmly at me and and my peers.

"Is L/N Y/N here?" she asks sweetly.
Aizawa stands to the side of the woman, watching me.
I react to my name being said and put my hand up slowly.
"Hi, my love, would you like to come with me, alright?" her voice is calm but something about it is sympathetic.
I furrow my brows "uh- should i take my stuff?"
"Oh, yes, please do"

Everyone watches me closely as i pack my workbook and pencil case into my bag before standing up and slinging it over my shoulder.
I clear my throat and walk towards the door.

She shuts the door firmly behind me and begins our walk down the hallway.
"So how was your day, lovely"
"It was okay"

My heart beats in my ears and i chew my lip nervously.

"Learn anything new?"
I nod "a few things.."

Only the sounds of her heels against the hard floors sounded around us as she lead me to the front office near the entrance.

Is it about dad?

We enter the office and she invites me to take a seat on one of the chairs. I bounce my leg up and down rapidly and chew my nail as i look down at the floor.

This is it isn't it?

"She's nearly here" the nice woman assures me but i can't even meet her eyes. I know somethings up. And I think my dad is dead.

No. Stay positive.

But this day was going to come wasn't it?

But it can't be yet....

My heart stops momentarily when i hear the entrance of the school open. I look through the windows of the office and see my mum in the lobby.
My eyes widen and i stand up, running for the door.
I swing it open and step out.

As soon as my mum sees me, she breaks down in tears.
That's when my entire ribcage felt as if it fell through my body and onto the floor. I knew. I already knew. And i felt sick.

She does a small run over to me and wraps her arms around me tightly. I just stand there and take it, my arms by my side as i stare off into the distance.

I thought i'd want to cry. In actuality, i felt nothing of the sort. In fact, i didn't even feel sad. Maybe it was the shock.
Even though i knew it would come eventually, i still couldn't process the fact that he'd be gone. Like he would actually leave.

For some reason, i believed he would somehow survive it. I had hoped he would've lived forever. But, even with quirks my dad couldn't be saved.

My mum lets out shaky sobs into me and i remain still along with the world around me. I may have not felt this type of feeling before and while i may be unsure of what comes next, what i was sure of, however, was that my heart was still beating.