One Bed Trope -a Bakugou Katsuki one shot

Hi! So this is just a writing challenge I gave to myself because I always saw TikToks about one bed tropes but I really wanted to write one myself, and of course I had to do it about Bakugou. This is my first time writing proper smut so please be nice!

I've added an OC into this because I really hate writing and reading Y/N fanfics, but feel free to add yourself in there, it was just mainly used so I can write in first person.

But yeah, this is my first post on this account, so I hope you enjoy. I will also be posting this on my AO3 as well which is under the same username.

Okay I'll shut up now 😊

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"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Bakugou says with a scowl once he enters our shared room for the night.

"Look this isn't exactly my favourite thing in the world either..." I add, following behind him reluctantly.

"No idiot, look." He huffs, nodding a head towards the bed. Oh. Against the back wall is not the two single beds that I had been expecting when I was told I was going to be sharing a room with this fucking hothead, but only one double. Just one. Not two. So that means... No way, not going to happen.

"Brilliant, well this night just got ten times worse." I grumble, both of us just standing there staring at the addition to both of our bad moods. "I'm going to go find Mr Aizawa and tell him we've been given the wrong room." I start to turn around, fuelled by the horrible idea of sharing bed with the grumpy head of hair next to me.

"Idiot, he's gone to bed."

I freeze mid step, realising that this might be our only option. I turn back to face my regrettable companion for the night.

"Well, you're sleeping on the floor then." I say crossing my arms.

"Yeah fucking right, I'm not a dog!" Bakugou exclaims.

"Kind of look like one though..." I mutter pursing my lips together to hold in a giggle.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" Bakugou takes a threatening step towards me, his palm raised upwards as if he's about to conjure his quirk.

"Oh nice yeah, blow me up in the middle of a hotel room, I'm sure the people next to us will like that." I roll my eyes, sliding my bag off my shoulder, letting it hit the floor.

"Like I care." He grumbles but drops his hand and places his bag down too. Our attention turns back to the bed.

"I guess I'll just sleep on the floor then." I sigh.

"Don't be stupid there's no spare blanket, just sleep on the fucking bed." He huffs and heads for the bathroom. "But if you touch me, I'll blow your fucking head off for real, got it?"

"Oh, don't worry, It's mutual." I half laugh. This is going to be long night.

"I'm having a shower." Bakugou says as he goes into the bathroom, and I hum a reply before I hear the door close, and the shower turn on.

It's not that I hate Bakugou, I just find him intolerable. Don't get me wrong I have some admiration for him, he's a great student and annoyingly good at almost everything, but in some ways, I think we are too alike to get along. Plus, he's a fucking child when he gets angry -although I'm pretty sure I'm not the nicest person in the world either. Alright yeah, I'm kind of a bitch, but I don't care -as long as I become number one, I really couldn't care for making any friends along the way. Oh yeah, that's why I'm in this mess. Note to self: get some friends so next time we need to sort out sleeping arrangements on school trips, I don't get stuck with this idiot.