One-shots

Second Chance Part 3- Final- Katsuki Bakugo

"So, will you be my girlfriend I guess?" Y/N snorted.

"You guess?" Her expression softened. "Yeah, I guess I will be."

1 month later...

"Bakugo! It's my turn to choose a movie you ass!" Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"You have shitty taste. You always pick the ones where the trailer looks good but the movie is god awful." Y/N pouted next to him on the sofa.

"Fine. Then let's watch a movie that I don't want to see and maybe it'll be a good movie to you." Bakugo thought about it for a minute before nodding.

"Ok, fine. Sounds fair." Y/N smirked as an idea came to her mind.

"Well, I don't want to watch the awful romance movie that just came out. So I guess we can watch that one." Bakugo tch'd.

"Fine, have it your way.  You can pick the movie.  A shitty action movie is better than a shitty romance movie."

"Yes!" She smiled widely at her victory, scrolling to the movie that she had originally picked. Unbeknownst to her, Bakugo was observing her side profile, fighting a smile.

"Y/N. Look at me real quick." She looked at him curiously, and before she could say anything, he leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes widened and her face went completely red before she turned back to the TV, flustered. He let out a small chuckle and focused on the TV in front of him.

1 year later...

Bakugo walked into the kitchen to see Y/N standing in front of the microwave, patiently waiting as something inside warmed up, with a blanket wrapped around her. He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.

"What are you doing?" She jumped a little, but continued to stare into the microwave.

"I'm making tea." He scoffed.

"In the microwave?" She sniffled.

"Yes. It's faster." He scowled and went over to her, lightly pushed her to side, and took out the mug of lukewarm water.

"Do you not know how to use a kettle?" She stared blankly at him. He tch'd and rolled his eyes at her. "I'll make you tea if you really want to be lazy about using a kettle. You pain the ass." She nodded and waddled over to a stool in the kitchen, pulling the blanket closer to her shivering form. "How the hell are you so cold? It's hot in here." He put the kettle on the stove and walked over to her, placing his hand on her forehead. She leaned into it, but even he could tell how hot her head was. "You're burning up. Go back to bed. I'll take care of you, pain in the ass." She smiled lightly.

"Thank you Katsuki. I love you." He froze and blushed slightly.

"I love you to."

3 years later...

Y/N slammed her cards down on the table in anger, and then yelped and cradled her wrist that she managed to break on the edge of the table. Katsuki, not a care in the world, laughed maniacally at his victory and the final "draw 4" card that he had placed down to seal his win. After his laughter died down, Y/N pushed on her wrist to make sure it was healed and then rolled her eyes at him.

"You suck." He chuckled.

"You're the sore loser here." She pouted.