𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

"Hey, where's (y/n)?" Kirishima asks as he walks down the hall with Bakugo and Kaminari. Bakugo doesn't like where he's going with this, debating if he should tell his jock friend to can it or not.

"I think she's with Mina, why?" Kaminari asks curiously. And Bakugo watches as the biggest shit-eating grin crosses his face, feeling dread starting to weigh on him. "Kirishima..."

He growls in a warning, hoping it's enough to stop him. It's not, of course, and it only motivates him to do more. "No reason, just cause Bakugo has a little crush on her."

"Kirishima!" Bakugo snaps, but he just laughs, while Kaminari hums. They both are the worst when it comes to things like this.

"Ooh, Bakugo likes her. I'm surprised. I thought he 'didn't do crushes.'" Kaminari teases, using air quotes to mock him.

"I don't. Both of you shut the fuck up." The taller blonde hisses. It's too early in the morning for this, not even first period yet and they're already annoying the shit out of him.

But they've only just gotten started, Kirishima and Kaminari grinning ear to ear. It's not often when they get opportunities like this, to get under his skin about a girl, probably once every lifetime. So they know they have to take advantage of this.

"He'd probably love to study with her." Kirishima taunts, making Kaminari snicker. "Yeah right, he'd probably love to study her ass."

That comment brings a light heat to Bakugo's face, making him lose it all. "I don't fucking like her, okay?!"

He shouts so loud that everyone in the hallway stops and stares at him, and he can feel their beady little eyes glued to him. "What are you extras looking at? Mind your damn business!"

With that, they're all scurrying off, continuing with their day and looking everywhere besides him. Bakugo lets out a small huff, turning away and continuing to walk with his irritating friends, who aren't even phased by his outburst.

"Back to what I was saying, she has a nice ass, and she's pretty, cute, and kind." Kaminari lists off, like he's already thought of this a million times before, and that angers Bakugo even more.

"You should talk to her and see if she needs any help with some 'private tutoring.'" Kirishima says with a dirty little smirk on his face, one that Bakugo is more than happy to wipe off.

"Nah, man. If he does that he should at least invite me too. I mean, I helped give him the idea." The blonde idiot adds, and Bakugo has had quite enough of this conversation. So, he storms off, dismissing both of them and heading to class.

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The next thing Bakugo knows, he's seated in homeroom, and class is almost over. He wishes the clock could move faster. He wishes the school day could be over with so he can get as far away from you as possible. But it isn't. It isn't even close.

Everything gets worse when you stand up from your desk and walk over to him. No, no, don't come over right now. He can't have you coming over right now. He won't know what to do with himself if he lets you this close. "Hey Bakugo, do you want to walk to our next class-"

"Didn't I tell you I don't want you clinging onto me? No, fuck off." He can feel a good part of the class' eyes on him, including Kirishima and Denki's.

"You know what? Forget I asked." You growl, turning on your heel and marching over to your desk angrily, swearing under your breath.

Bakugo can't help but feel bad. He knows he was too harsh. He knows he stepped over the line, and he wants to apologize, but he can't bring himself to do it. And that's how things are for the rest of the day. Bakugo following his cycle of watching you, while you completely ignore him.

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[NSFW WARNING: MASTURBATION/FANTASIES]

Bakugo sighs as he starts the water to his shower, setting it to the warmest setting, and stripping himself, peeling off his dirt-covered practice clothes. It's been a long day for him, with school, with you, with everything, and the least he can do is try to relax with a nice hot shower.

  The water felt heavenly against his sore muscles, loosening them up. He was so stressed that he pushed himself way too hard during practice, basically killing his body. Steam began to rise in the shower, floating above to the ceiling, and making things get all blurry.

And then, you pop into his mind. Despite thinking of you just moments ago, he managed to push you away and clearing his mind. But you popped up again, and are much harder to avoid this time, dirty thoughts and fantasies flooding into his brain.

It seems like he has to get it out the only way he knows how. Bakugo slips his hand down to his cock, running his thumb over the tip that is already beading with precum, and feeling his hips jut into his hands slightly in sensitivity.

He feels filthy for doing this while he thinks about you. Damn Kirishima and Denki, this is all their fault for saying all that shit about you. Fuck, why can't he get you out of his head?

"Get out." He grunts out, gritting his teeth as he begins to pump, imagining you standing here in the shower, naked, and wrapping your tiny hand around his cock.

He can only wonder how soft it would be, how nice and slow you would stroke it, kissing him and telling him how good you wanted to make him feel. Maybe you'd even get on your knees and suck him off right here. And you'd get all impatient, needing him inside, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him cum right in your tight warm pussy.

"Shit." He groans, starting to move his hand faster and faster, as his mind whirs with other scenarios.

Or maybe he would have you over for a private tutoring session, and things would get heated, and he would pull your top off but leave you in your skirt and stockings, bending you over his desk, and fucking you on it. Hell, he'd even take you on his bed.

Bakugo puts a hand on the tile wall, letting his nails scrape against it, thrusting into his palm, as he finishes, groaning out your name.

Just a few moments later, he manages to clean himself up, washing his hair and everything else, as if nothing happened. But deep down, he knows, he's growing more and more obsessed with you, and he has no idea what to do.