~Y/N POV~
I wake up close to noon. I stand up and walk over to my closet. I decide to wear my new white jeans today. After I get changed, I shake my door handle and I wait. Nothing. I shake it again. Nothing. I shake it again, and scream at it. Nothing. Where is Katsuki? Did he already leave his room? I guess I will have to bust out of here myself. I lift up my foot, ready to kick the door, but then it busts open. "Sorry, I was in the shower." He says, standing at my doorway with his hair soaking and only a towel around his waist.
AHHHHH HE IS HOT! WHY?!??? I try to avert my eyes away from his abs. "Its okay." I awkwardly look at my feet. He walks to his room and I exhale deeply. I walk out, closing the door behind me. I go down the spiral staircase and walk into the common room. Izuku is on the couch again, and when he sees me he comes up to me. "Hey y/n, I want to apologize for last night, I just have this thing where I need to know everything about everyone or else I have a hard time thinking and I can't relax."
"Oh, uhm, it's okay, just please don't do it again." He nods and I go to walk to the kitchen. "Can you answer my questions now then?" I sigh. "Maybe some other day?" "Oh, sure, I guess." I go into the kitchen and unfortunately the barbie bitches are there. "Oh look miss fatty is back! Oh my gosh! What is that?!" She says, pointing at my pants. "Huh?" I look down and see that my new white jeans are soaked in blood. NOOOO!!! WHAT WHY?!? The barbie bitches start laughing at me and I quickly leave. They follow me out, still cackling like witches.
I see Katsuki sitting on the couch with some people, so I walk up to him with my hands covering myself. With my luck, the barbie bitches shove me out of the way to talk to him. "Hey, Bakugo!" Bakugo?! He told me his name was Katsuki! "I have a really important question I needed to ask you." Great... "Will you be my boyfriend?" She asks, twirling her hair. My chances were lower than I had thought I guess. I go to leave and walk to the stairs.
"Woah is that period blood on her ass?! That's disgusting!" Everyone turns to look at me, including 'Bakugo'. "I am not into sloppy seconds." He says to her before walking up to me. The barbie bitches gasp and Rachel looks furious. "You just gonna stand here bleeding everywhere or are you going up?" He whispers to me. I nod, and we both walk up. He opens my door and I go in. "Thank you... um.. why didn't you tell me your name is Bakugo?" "I didn't lie to you or anything, Bakugo is my last name, and Katsuki is my first name." That doesn't exactly answer my question but I won't ask him about it anymore.
"Did you forget that you are still bleeding?" "Oh shit, right!" I turn around and I go to my closet. I get clean clothes, and a pad out from my period bag. I go to walk out again to go to the bathroom but I walk into Katsuki, like literally faceplant into his chest. "I'm sorry! I didn't know that you were still here." He opens his mouth to say something, but he hesitates. "Let me know if you need anything." He says before walking downstairs again. Did he just- was he just being sweet to me?! I walk to the bathroom confused, and I get changed.
When I finish, I go back downstairs. I get to the common room, and I see Katsuki on the couch again. We make eye contact, but I quickly break it, and continue walking to go outside. Rachel stands in front of me before I can leave. "Meet me behind the school in 10 minutes, miss fatty." "What? Why?" "There is something we need to discuss." She smirks before walking back to the other barbie bitches. Ugh, whatever. I open the door and I go outside. I go for a short walk, then I go behind the school like Rachel told me to do.
I wait for a couple minute before Rachel shows up. "What did you want to talk about?" I ask as she walks up to me. She slaps me, hard. "What the fuck was that for?!" "You stole Bakugo from me you little slut!" She says as she takes out a knife. "WAIT! I didn't steal him from you! He rejected you himself!" "Don't lie to me, you piece of shit!" She swipes her knife and she cuts my arm. "AH! WHAT THE FUCK!!" Blood starts dripping down my arm. "You are fat, ugly, and worthless! He will never want you! Nobody ever will!"
She lifts up the knife again, but then she gets shoved to the ground. Katsuki rips the knife from her hand and he throws it behind him. "JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE A GIRL, THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WONT HIT YOU!" He lifts up his fist, ready to punch her. "Katsuki, stop! Don't hurt her!" He looks up at me, and his expression calms. Then he looks back down at her. She looks up at him, terrified. "If you hurt her again, I will kill you." He stands up, then he comes to me. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, then he starts walking back to the front of the school.
"Why are you carrying me??" "Because you are hurt for fuck sake! Why did you agree to meet her out here?! She could have killed you! It was so fucking obvious that she wanted to hurt you! Are you stupid? Or do you have a death wish?!" I start crying. "Stop crying, I should be the one crying because I take time out of my day to help your annoying ass." I wipe away my tears and I imagine him crying. If I saw him cry I would cry too.
We get to the front of the school and he walks inside. Nobody is in the common room, so we easily get to the stairs from our wing without people giving us weird looks. "Why did you help me?" "I wouldn't have been able to just sit and do nothing, and even if you didn't die I knew that you'd probably be complaining to me about what happened." I guess that is true. He puts me down, and opens my door for me. I go to the bathroom to clean the cut and put a bandage on it. When I go back to my room, Katsuki is already gone.
[End of Chapter 3]
This book is making me cringe so fucking much uGhh.
Also, bologna, peanut butter, and sardine sandwiches are so tasty! Not sure if I have said that before or not.
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Bakugo x Chubby!Reader
FanfictionJust a basic Bakugo x Fem!Reader fanfic lol ⚠️ !!Trigger Warning!! ⚠️ Swearing, description of a murder (not extremely detailed) mild abuse, bullying, smut🍋(in last chapter) and last but not least, CRINGE! I do not own MHA, or Jerry Seinfeld.