𝐺𝑈𝑁 (𝐾. 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜𝑢 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

III

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗨𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠.
Written for full support of suicide prevention month. Please call 800-273-8255 if you have any thoughts related to this terrible cause, you're loved and you're strong.

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"Okay...Close...Close your eyes and count to ten." She held in a wheeze.

Bakugou covered his eyes with his face while grinning, his feet hard at work to make him stand but with terrible balance. He opened his eyes and turned around to see her hiding under his sweater. "Hey...Hey I...I found you, idiot." He snickered. "I...Get off of...Or you're under the uh...the blanket sweater thing." He pulled it off her head and she screamed.

The bottle was half empty because they were smart enough to save some of it when they were thirsty later. After an hour passed they sat down and talked quietly in the corner. Bakugou's ears turned red when she smiled at him, still a little dizzy and drunk. He bit his lip, sliding an arm around her and pulling her into a side hug.

"You're just...You're too hot..." He smiled. "God you're just so fucking...I wanna kiss you..."

"Woah..." She pushed him away. "I...I need to pee. Where do I pee?"

Bakugou stared at the floor, "You can go in the corner...But it'll smell..."

"Uh...darn...My...zipper is stuck..." She whined. "I need to pee...."

"Lemme...Lemme help you you're dumb." He said pulling down the zipper of her shorts.

Then they both made eye contact, her face was so beautiful, and she made the grave mistake of letting him unzip her shorts. He leaped on her, closing the gap between them and crawling in between her legs as he pinned her down. "H-Huh? Hey! Stop! What are you doing!" He kissed her cheeks and neck and all over her face, ignoring the hands that pushed at his chest.

He kissed her lips again, mumbling how much he loved her until she kicked him hard on the stomach. "You weirdo! What is wrong with you!" She screamed.

Bakugou's hurt heart ached when she said those words, his drunken daze turned into a glare. "Well...I didn't wanna be with some useless bitch anyway!"

"Are you trying to hurt me?" She yelled. "You're such a jerk! You're mad because I don't wanna be with you!"

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm your only option! Nobody will ever waste two minutes with some random bitch that—that doesn't even have a quirk!" He crossed his arms and stared at the wall beside him and she gasped.

"I would rather shoot myself then be with you! I'd rather die alone!"

"With what gun, bitch?" He screamed, "I can kill you with my bare hands."

He attempted to scare her, but noticed her hand reaching for her suitcase. "...You have a gun in there...don't you?"

She gave him a blank expression and a few seconds passed before both of them rushed towards the suitcase. She opened it and was dragged as Bakugou leaped over her. She grabbed his ankle and made him fall over and she grabbed the gun, aiming it straight at his face.

"Tch. You don't even know how to use that thing." He stared at the tip of the gun that was in his face.

"I have one for a reason, no?"

"Killing me would just add onto the list of shitty things you do. Actually, it'll be the only interesting part of your life."

"What do you mean by that?" She pushed the gun further onto his forehead.

"Do you really think I believe you have the guts to shoot me? A waste of a fucking woman is what you are, you've done nothing for the world and if you kill the number one hero then you really are just a useless piece of shit who can't contribute to society."

"You're a monster." She widened her eyes. "I thought you were my friend! You just wanted me for sex!"

"No." He replied. "I just wanted to take a closer look at the circus freak."

"H-Huh?"

"You wanna know why I was pretending to be your friend?" He grinned. "Because its so funny to see how gullible you are."

"Pretending? I would have known if you were just pretending." She huffed.

"Remember that time I made you reject Kaminari?"

"Yes...?"

"I just wanted to see if I can."

She lowered her gun. "...But...You said he was playing with all the girls..."

"I just proved my point. You really are an idiot, you believe every little fucking thing I say."

And just like that the tears had rolled down her cheeks, she sat on the floor with a string feeling that she might have deserved what he had said to her. She shouldn't have pointed the gun in the first place. She slid the gun towards Bakugou who retrieved the gun and put it back in the suitcase the alcohol had been long gone from his system.

As he placed the gun back in the suitcase, he stared at the half empty bottle of liquor, pain killers, and a notepad with a pencil attached to the side. He searched through every hidden compartment but there were no family pictures or old toys inside. He scratched at his head, sitting against the elevator wall as he pulled out the bottle and took a small sip.

The arguing had left them both in awkward silence, so much silence that it was beginning to bother the blonde.

"...I'm sorry, F/n."