QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S3 Part 13 - Bird At My Window

You tried your best to be sneaky when returning to the dorms, but it was difficult to do with your arms full. Once a few heads turned on the couch, you gave up and lugged your bouquet to the kitchen table.

Mina gave you a sly grin and you knew she wanted the details of your afternoon. Usually, the prospect of being the center of attention again exhausted you, but you were in too good of a mood to mind. Mirio's smile was contagious.

You grabbed a pitcher in the kitchen to fill with water for the flowers when you felt a very angsty presence burning from behind you.

"Hello, Katsuki," you said without being distracted from your work.

"What kind of training does Aizawa have you doing, Princess?" Bakugo placed both hands on either side of you and leaned against the sink, so his chest pressed against your back. You could smell a mixture of his deodorant and sweat.

"Hmm? You should know better than anyone," you shrugged. Such a dangerous thing to say but, like I said, you were in a good mood. You even added a careless little hair flip while filling the pitcher with flower stems.

Bakugo chuckled, but it lacked the humor that should've accompanied it, "You trying to piss me off?" His chin secured itself on your shoulder and forced your head to tilt a bit, exposing your neck.

"Excuse you," you giggled, "I'm busy, and don't want to be man handled."

You were gentle with rejecting his advances before taking your flower arrangement to the kitchen table. Bakugo eyed you in disbelief, "Since when?!"

"Tough shit, Bakugo," Kirishima and Sero snickered from the couch and hid behind the cushions when Bakugo glared in their direction.

Mina waved you over to where her and Ochaco were sitting. You gave in, knowing she would only chase you down.

"Sooooooo, how was training?" She asked.

"It was... good," you smiled.

"You're smiling!" Mina squealed, "Who is he? An older guy?"

"Yes, but he's just helping me until the exams."

"Are the flowers helping, (Y/N)?" She asked.

You slid the box of chocolates onto her lap. Both her and Ochaco tried to hide their intrigue. "The chocolates sure are - want some?"

"Really?" Ochaco asked.

"Uh-huh. Have at it."

You left the box to be devoured by your classmates and excused yourself to your room. It was finally starting to look like your own personalized space and not a cardboard museum. The only eyesore was the closet with clothes spilling out.

The jacket that got ruined the other night still sat on the floor where you dumped it. You picked it up and planned to dispose of it but remembered the burner phone in the pockets. It was just a tiny, ancient looking device, but in your hand it felt like a ticking time bomb with an entire cult at your disposal.

A knock came to your door and you had just enough time to stash the phone in your dresser before the person peeked their head inside.

"Hey," Shinso's sleepy eyes asked you for entry. You felt like saying no after his weirdness the other night, but it had been a few days since you two really talked.

"What's up?" You asked dryly.

"I wanted to..." he slid inside and closed the door behind him, "Well, I don't know. I feel bad about the other night."

"You were being kinda freaky but I get it, I felt bad too," you muttered and looked down at your feet, "I also believe Bakugo can bring out the worst in someone."