Dare To Love You (Bakugo X Reader)

Chapter 23

Bakugo's POV

Once Y/n got bored of erratically ranting at me about the 'heart-breaking, soul-crushing' ending of her favorite manga, she kicked me out of her room so she could change out of her hero costume.

Just as I was about to ask what was taking so long, she opened the door and strolled out in grey sweatpants and a white tank top that contrasted the one I wore.

I noticed that the top showcased her arms. They were muscular, lean, and toned from all of the aerobic training. They looked so strong, yet...delicate, like they were meticulously carved by the gods.

Y/n interrupted my thoughts. "My eyes are up here."

"Wha- I wasn't looking at your b-...bo-" I said before stuttering to a halt.

She put her hands on her hips. "Oh really? What were you looking at?"

I ran a hand through my hair and replied with a "Tch. Dumbass." I knew trying to explain that I was admiring her arms would only make her think I'm a weird psycho.

It's just, the more I'm around her, the more I notice the little things; how she sticks her tongue out a little when she's concentrating or the adorable pout she makes when I make fun of her.

And it's not my fault she has really...nice arms...

Ugh, I've really got it bad for this...cute little bitch.

We went downstairs to her living room, where she demanded we watch a movie. When I refused, she whined persistently, tugging my arm like she had a vendetta against my shoulder joint.

"PleasepleasePLEEEEEEASE! I'll...I'll call you Katsuki from now on," she looked up at me with pleading eyes.

I did my best to ignore my giddy heart skipping several beats.

"Fine," I finally caved, pinching my nose bridge. "But I get to pick the movie."

Her face brightened. "Deal!"

I browsed Netflix until I found a movie I liked.

"Really? That looks hella boring," Y/n sighed when I selected it. "Let's watch something else."

"Trust me, it's a great movie. You'll love it," I promised.

She begrudgingly curled up on her side on the couch. "If you say so..."

I sat down beside her, careful not to invade her personal space.

A few minutes into the movie, Y/n's mom came into the living room, purse on her arm and wine bottle in hand.

"Sweetie, I'm off to my girl's night," she said.

"Kay," Y/n replied, keeping her eyes glued to the TV.

"I'll probably be out till about nine, so I've left some money on the counter so you can Postmates some food."

"Sounds good. Love you."

"You too...have fun," she giggled before cruising to the front door.

Y/n shot up, turning to hiss at her mom, but the door had already clicked shut.

She laid back down, and I noticed her head was closer than before, her hair brushing against my thigh a little.

~*~

It was about an hour later, and the movie was really getting good. At least I thought so. Y/n hadn't said anything in a while or even moved that much, and I had a feeling she was bored out of her mind.

Suddenly, she wiggled about, repositioning herself, resting her head in my lap.

I tensed up at the unannounced intimacy. What is she thinking?!

I was about to say something, but I noticed that her eyes were shut. Her breathing was also slower than usual.

Is she...sleeping?

I chuckled and untensed my body. "I guess you don't like the movie," I whispered lowly, careful not to wake her.

I turned the TV off, wanting to savor this moment forever.

Emboldened by the anonymity of her slumber, I began stroking her hair, closing my eyes and raising my chin, lost in the moment of bliss.

~*~

Y/n's POV

I awoke suddenly, startled into consciousness by a bad dream. It was the same dream I had on the bus to U.S.J.

I've had it every few nights since then. I didn't mind though. After the first few times, it became more irritating and repetitive than scary. Where's the originality babes?

The first thing saw when I opened my eyes was the veiw through a window. The sun had dipped below the horizon already, and s was a muted purple with a few bright orange streaks.

I checked the time on my phone. 6:51.

Realizing Bakugo wasn't anywhere to be seen, I got up and followed the sounds coming from the kitchen.

Baku stood in front of the stove, tending to a pan that emitted a smell that made me weak in the knees.

Hearing me enter, he turned around, smiled at the sight of me, and leaned against the counter. "I see someone had a good sleep."

"You can tell?"

"Well, judging by your impressively messy bedhead..." he chuckled.

I frantically tried to smooth my hair down, embarrassment turning my face hot.

"Your face is so red," he smirked. "Why?"

I walked towards him and leaned beside him. "I don't know what you m-" I started, wishing the subject was on anything but me.

"Could it be because," -he planted his hands on the counter on either side of me, trapping me under him- "I fluster you?"

I assume he was expecting me to submit to him, to melt at his touch, but a competitive streak in me stopped me from doing so.

"You know, it makes me kinda worried when you're so confident. It almost feels like," -in a swift motion, I pushed him toward the island opposite the stove- "I don't fluster you."

Bakugo furrowed his brow, trying to look unaffected, but I saw how his legs gave out, making him lean against the counter for support.

"Ah good, I do," I teased, going in for a kiss. Just as Baku inhaled in anticipation, I veered off course, putting my lips by his ear instead, whispering, "What's on the menu?"

"Wait, wha-?! Are y-you sure you're r-ready?" He spluttered, shock and panic tripping his words.

"I mean for dinner, silly goose!" I laughed, blushing at what he insinuated.

His face turned beet red. "Oh! Of c-course! I made a stir fry with egg, rice, and veggies. I couldn't find some ingredients, but I made due. I h-hope you like it."

Who's this shy boy, and where's the hot-head I know and love?

"You kind of sound like Midoriya right now."

"HOW DARE YOU-"

"I'll get the bowls, mister boom boom boi."

There he is.

~*~

Idk what to rite here...

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