Solitary (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter Twelve - Burn Marks

You put away your textbook and took out your history notes and workbook. The boy with crimson eyes and ash blonde hair slammed your locker closed when you took everything you needed out.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING WHEN YOU QUIT THE MATCH!!"

You smiled innocently. "What ever do you mean, Kacchan?"

Smoke left his palms, his eyes white with ever increasing anger. You tilted your head and gave the best puppy eyes you could manage at Katsuki Bakugo.

"You knew I wanted to fight you, and you left just to piss me off! You know I want to see who's the best and you're stripping away my patience every. damn. DAY."

"Oh, sweet Katsuki. I can't let you have your fun just yet, you'll learn about my quirk too quickly. Besides, you won yesterday." You started walking with Katsuki right on your heels. You knew quitting the match would make him furious, he wanted to see you in action and you just dropping out made his win feel uncertain.

"It's not a real win if everyone isn't involved, dumbass! Now I have to wait until the Sports Festival, when it happens I will fucking destroy you."

You rolled your eyes and continued down the hallway. "Oh yeah? If that was true then you would've had a fit when Ochako and Ojiro quit as well. Kinda sounds like you're looking forward to fighting me, Kacchan."

Katsuki went to try and place his hand on your head, which you slapped away in defense. Even though you considered him a friend, you weren't sure about him ever trying to physically hurt you. He's not gentle and no where near the trust a friendship level should be.

"I ain't gonna fucking hurt ya, I'm saving that for when I kick your ass at the Sports Festival." Katsuki, once again, went to try and place his hand on your head. You did nothing to stop him this time, but you did hesitate. The both of you slowed down your walking pace, you felt his rough, calloused hand run its fingers smoothly through your hair.

It was sort of massaging. Feeling someone else's touch lightly scratching your scalp. "I let you get away with touching me, the very fucking least you could do is let me touch you back."

That sounded wrong. Your mind flew to the gutter on other meanings one could intend in that sentence. "Uh-huh.. sure."

The halls were crowded with students leaving, eager to get home and see what the news had to offer. The Sports Festival was anything and everything anyone could talk about, there was nothing quite like it.

"Which room are we studying in? " You perked your head up at your explosive haired ally.

"Room 5-C. It's the only place where they allow students to stay after school. You told your parents you're staying after school, right? "

You froze in mid walk. "Ehhh.... Maybe?"

Katsuki face palmed. "So you expect me to tutor you about fucking history and yet you didn't even tell your mom or dad what you're doing after school?"

"I'll deal with my parents when the time comes. All you have to do is tell me what the fuck happened in World War Two and why Hitler wasn't accepted into art school."

Katsuki snickered. "You know this shit and still need my help. Aren't you a fucking mess?"

You shrugged. "I have a hard time remembering some things. There's only so much that I actually know about what happened."

The two of you settled into the empty classroom. You pulled out a desk from the corner and took your seat. Katsuki picked up a sharpie and slaved across the whiteboard. His neat, boxy handwriting spelled out the words: WWII (1939 - 1945).