ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ [ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ]

[01]- The Rude Boy Next Door

Whenever someone moves into their first apartment, the usual emotion is satisfaction—one achieving some freedom after being confined in their guardian's home for so long. You still felt this satisfaction even after dealing with the grueling sun and unpacking all of your stuff to your small living room. Making the empty shell into your warm cozy home was what you've been looking forward to for so long.

Now, you regretted it.

When moving, you have practically no idea about the environment and culture of your neighbors. Most assume everyone would be quiet and respectful with one another and on occlusion go wild due to a party. It seemed like one of your neighbors liked to party way too much.

Every Friday, without question, the loud thumps of music would beat out the side of your apartment. Cheerful screams and hollers would come immediately afterward. As soon as you entered the hall, the smell of marijuana wafted through.

After coming home from a long day of work, feet aching and eyes desperate to close, seeing and hearing this sight wasn't ideal. You tried pounding on the wall, the universal sign for someone to be quiet. Your action was futile since the music only became louder afterward.

It was about two weeks in you were at your breaking point. You marched out of your room, jaw-clenched eyes filled with fury and rage. You pounded on the wooden door as it blasted echoes through the area. A few whispers managed to leak from near the door until it was suddenly opened wide, a tall man greeting you at the door. The irritation on your face morphed to shock, not expecting to see him. This was the notorious neighbor that's bothered you all this time.

His maroon eyes bore down at your own, his own fury and irritation whipping through them. He was extremely muscular, one arm leaning against the small frame of the door. His hair was spiked wildly, the ash-blond hair glowing in the light from inside his apartment.

"What the fuck do you want?" he grumbled out, not amused by your sudden appearance at his party. You gulped, lubricating your once dry throat. You arched your back straight to add more strength and presence to your position as you furrowed your eyebrows.

"You're being way too loud! Look I get it, we are young and want to have fun but can't you be courteous to the people around you?! I work 10-hour shifts on Friday and have to come home to hear all of this shit! I can't even relax properly!" you ranted. The man gazed jadedly at you, crossing his arms together.

"If you think I want this shit you're wrong, so quit yappin' at me. Blame my fucking roommates and don't yell at me for their shit," he snapped back. Your eyes widened from his rude bluntness.

"Now go the fuck away. Listen to music or something. I don't have time for this," the man grumbled, shutting the door in your face. You blink a few times, mind processing what had just occurred. Your nails buried into the palm of your hands as you formed fists, both trembling in angry. You let out a yell before storming off to your apartment. Your mission had failed, for now, you were going to have to go to bed with earphones on again.

Every Friday night had been the same after that. The man and his roommates would party into the early dawn before finally those loud noises would cease to tranquil quietness at last.

Sipping coffee on your couch—the amber of dawn engulfing your tired form— something managed to catch your eye. The rude man was sitting against his balcony. Those sharp eyes were soft, his fair skin almost glowing in the sunlight. He seemed so distant, lonely even. You wouldn't have ever guessed he could even look like this.

Your eyes drifted down to your coffee seeing your reflection.

The man was still rude and cold, but perhaps, like all things, he had another side to him.

"Fuck..." you murmured out. Another dawn, another sleepless night due to your rambunctious neighbors. Your eyes burned in the sun, but you continue to gaze at the fairly relaxed city below you. Not many people were out as the cool humid hair whilst passed you.

"Aww the little monarch still suffering," a sour voice grumbled out. You looked over to the side to see the man sitting down on his balcony. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes opting to continue your gaze on the city.

"Oh, the rude man with no manners..." you replied back. The man clicked his tongue before taking a sip of his coffee. You rested an arm on the metal pole of your balcony, sneaking a peek of the man. He didn't seem as soft as you usually saw him in the mornings.

"Answer this question for me. Why do you party so much?" you murmured. The blond grunted, lips forming into a sour frown.

"I already told you, it's my fucking roommates, not me. I didn't see you try to complain to them yet," he grumbled out. You quirked an eyebrow out.

"Yet it's your apartment too. Don't you have say?" you asked back. The man didn't respond, only glowering over to you. Your lips curved up, bringing your mug to your mouth.

"If you asked me, I say you secretly enjoy the company but are too scared or prideful to admit it. My hypothesis correct, rude guy?" you murmured. The man huffed, crossing his arms and pouting as if he was a child. Although he was irritating, his childlike pouting was rather cute.

"Stop fucking calling me that. It's Bakugou. Katsuki Bakugou," he grumbled out. You let out a chuckle.

"Well, I'm (Y/n), Bakugou. I would say it's nice to meet you, but it isn't," you replied. Bakugou rolled his eyes, biting his lip to prevent him from spewing whatever insult he wanted to hurl your way.

The sky above slowly changed from its orangey hue to the familiar cyan blue, clouds above beginning to gather in the sky.

"...Maybe I do like it. Maybe I'm trying to make up for the loneliness in the past. Whatever it is, you and everyone else are going to have to deal with it," Bakugou said interrupting the silence. A wide cocky smile crept up on the man's lips.

"Welcome to the complex (Y/n)," he said. You let out another sigh, eyes narrowing over at him.

"Gee, thanks," you sarcastically added.

Although every Friday night you wanted to pull your teeth out, you slowly began looking forward to Saturday mornings, bickering with your fiery blond neighbor, Katsuki Bakugou.