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

Chapter 33

"IM HOME, HAG! IVE GOT Y/N WITH ME"
His use of my first name makes my heart flutter.
"SHUT UP BRAT! AND Y/N? OH THAT LOVELY GIRL" she comes flying down the stairs, smiling gracefully before karate chopping the back of her sons head.
"Hello, Y/N, it's good to see you again. Are you finally his girlfriend? Oh he talks endlessly-"
"MUM!" He shouts, his entire face becoming as red as a fire truck.
"Girlfriend? I-"
"We're just friends. Fucking hell" he growls.

"Oh, apologies" she laughs awkwardly "well, come on in. Will you be staying for food? We'd all love you here, wouldn't we, Katsuki?"
"I'll ask my mum, thank you for the invite" i smile gratefully as i slip off my shoes.

"Yeah, whatever" his blush hadn't faded but he tugs me along with him, dragging me up the stairs.
Just as he did last time, he kicks open his door. He lets go of my wrist and falls backwards onto his bed.
I close his door and look at the wall, it had been marked from where the handle hit it regularly with his strong force.
"You always abuse your wall?" I grin as I sit on his floor.

"Yeah, deserves it" he smirks playfully, lifting his head up so he could see me "why the fuck are you sat on my floor, freak?"
"you said i couldn't be on your bed last time" I roll my eyes.
"Well it's different because we're friends now"
"I was supposed to know that how?" I raise a brow as i butt-shuffle along the ground before hoisting myself up onto his bed which was draped in an orange duvet.
He gives me a questioning look.
"Couldn't be bothered to stand up again" i shrug and he laughs, shaking his head and laying it back down.

My eyes linger on him.
"You're staring"
"Am not"
"You definitely are" he grins.
"Of course you'd say that, you narcissist" I let myself lean backwards until my back hit the covers.

He turns his head to face me, ruby's staring into my e/c gems. He raises a brow and shuffles closer to me.
I inhale sharply and sit up "what should we do?"

I'm aware that the feeling between me and Bakugo is mutual. Though, i can't let it go any further because one day, close to now, it's going to break him. I'm the thing he hates most in the world. If i care about him enough, i might have to start pushing him away. It's whats best.

"What do you want to do?" He sighs, following my actions of sitting up.
"I don't know, i haven't been to a friends house before"
"Right" he laughs.

I spin to face him, my eyes wide and excited "do you have nail polish?"
"What? No, ew" He cringes.
"Would your mum? And would she let us use it?" i narrow my eyes at him.
"Probably, she's pretty chill. But for what?" His eyebrows furrow though i can tell he's interested.

"i want to paint your nails." I glare at him, letting him know it's not a choice.
"No way" he grunts and lies back down.
"Katsuki" I frown and grab him by the tie "pleaseeee?"
To my surprise, he doesn't protest to my use of his full name.
"No. I'm not that type of guy"
"Pleaseeee" I whine, flopping down on top of him. My head is resting on his chest so i can hear his heartbeat clearly and it's beating fast. He pushes me off of him and groans "you won't stop will you?"
"Nope" i smile proudly.

His eyes meet mine before looking me up and down. I blush intensely as he does so.
He clicks his tongue and stands up, holding his hand out for me to take.
"MUM! WE'RE STEALING YOUR NAIL POLISH OR WHATEVER THE FUCK ITS CALLED"
"DONT GET IT ON YOUR FUCKING CARPET OR DUVET" she screams up at him.
"I WONT" he yells back in reply.

Poor Masaru he gets no breaks in this house.

He pulls me into his parents room and immediately heads towards her vanity table, pulling out the drawers. I take my time looking at the family pictures which are placed around the room. I spot one of a young bakugo in an All Might onesie. "Katsukiiii" i whine in a cutesy way as i look at the cute picture.

He glances over and tuts "yeah what about it?"
"You were so adorable" i pout.
"I was a nightmare" he mutters as he continues looking though the drawers.
"I can imagine" I scoff.

"Found them"
I skip over to him and eye them "what colour?"
He peers over my shoulder "I don't know. Like black or something"
I squeal in excitement and take it from the drawer, sliding it shut and skipping out of the room. I could feel his eyes on me as i did so and smile to myself.

I make him sit down on the edge of his bed while i get on the floor.
"On your knees for me, are we?" he jokes.
"Ewww, don't ruin the vibe with your disgusting jokes" I shake my head in disgust and unscrew the top of the nail varnish.

I take his hand in mine, his much bigger obviously, and run the brush along his thumbnail.
"What's this shit for, anyway?" he asks, confused.
"It just looks cool, i guess. I don't really know the full reason." I hum.

I stick my tongue out as i concentrate on being neat and not messing it up. He had remained quiet the majority of the time, making a snarky comment every few minutes but the atmosphere remained peaceful with only the sound of our breathing filling the air.
Once i finished, i blew gently over his nails in hopes for it to dry quicker.

I sigh and look at my artwork. I barely got any on his skin which is talent, if you ask me.
"It's still drying so don't let anything touch it" I say as i lean back, allowing my eyes to trail up to his. He's admiring his black nails "okay i guess theyre cool"
"Told ya"
"Do i just wait?"
"Pretty much" i climb onto the bed again "can i touch your hair? You said it was soft and i don't believe you"
"It's soft i'm telling you" he gives me a toothy grin "go on"

I give out a doubtful 'hmm' and push myself so that i'm sat closer to him. I allow my hand to reach up towards his blonde locks, my fingers smoothly gliding into it.
"woahhhh" i exhale "it's so soft"
"Told you so" he smirks, knowingly, turning around and then leaning so his head ended up in my lap. I freeze up as i stare down at him.
"Don't stop, idiot" he frowns.
"I'm basically giving you a spa day" I snort.
"Hey! The nail painting was your idea, now this is my idea" he shuts his eyes and gets comfy.

I cant argue with that.

I huff over-dramatically even though i actually want to play with his hair. It was like touching silk but like... really really really soft and fluffy.
"How come you're blessed with everything?" I sigh, unimpressed.
"What do you mean?" He peaks his eyes open and looks at me.
"Like you're smart, strong, confident, your hairs soft and you are built like a God from Ancient Greece"
He smirks at the compliment and then thinks to himself for a moment "Take out the confident"

My brows dip down and i keep running my fingers through his hair.
"Like i mentioned before, i have pretty bad anxiety. I also have a bit of an inferiority complex because of my mum but that's a whole different story"
I frown as he speaks.
"Once i got attacked by a sludge monster... that kinda sucked. You remember the sports festival right?"
"Yeah i do" I keep my eyes on him as he speaks.
"They chained me up and shit... i guess it reminded me of that. I don't think anyone noticed my panic attack... they all thought i was throwing a tantrum" he mumbles.
"I'm sorry about that, Bakugo"

He just shrugs it off "eh, who am i to talk about it though? It's not even that bad"
I glare down at him and he does a double take "...what?"
"Bakugo. You have every right to talk about it. If it caused you stress, then it caused you stress and you're allowed to open up about it"
"It's nothing. I just need to man up" he forces a smile but i slap him across the face.

"Hey- WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" he sits up, barely missing my nose with his head.
"Start talking about your fucking problems, you dickhead." I scowl at him.
He slaps me and i gasp "what??"
"Same goes for you, dumber than dumbass"

I pause and think back. He's right. I don't talk about my emotions.
"Touché" i grumble and pick up his hands, slightly stroking over his nails to check if they were dry. My gaze flickers up and he's already staring at me.
This tension is too much. If i didn't have to kidnap this guy i'd kiss him right fucking now or even take him right there on the spot- I mean-

"It's dry" i say breathlessly but clear my throat and look away.
"That's.. good then"