Crimson Eyes {{Katsuki Bakugo X Reader}}

2 *updated/edited*

i met his gaze. my cheeks flushed a little because of how handsome kacchan's face is. He was always so perfect with everything. His quirk, his grades, so naturally his physical features were too.

"How the actual hell do you plan to get into UA?" He asks in a serious tone.

"Oh.. well.. I uh.." i trailed off, adverting my eyes . i had good grades outside of math, and i always managed to scrape by with a just passing score even in that.

 
"Do you really even have a quirk? Or are you lying and you're actually quirkless like Deku?" i sighed.

"I do.. but it's nothing as flashy as yours.." i solemnly admitted.

 
"What is it." He demands more so than asks.

"It's my bones.. I can use them as weapons.." he raised an eyebrow at me. i sighed knowing it didn't make sense. "It's not good for much other than combat..." this sparked his interest.

"Then fight me."

"Wh-what? No.. no that's not what I meant.." i desperately tried to cover. i knew how strong he was, i'm no fool, and i didn't want to engage in combat unless necessary.

"FIGHT ME TOMORROW (y/n) OR ILL KILL YOU NOW!!" i jumped back at his shouting. i knew i couldn't argue so i just admitted defeat and whispered an ok.

"Good. Now rework the stupid math problems." i quickly looked back down at my work and hear him walk back to and sit on his bed. i tried to focus but my nerves were setting in knowing i had to spar with him tomorrow. my body consumed it's self internally with anxiety. 'Izuku..' i thought to myself. 'Kacchan is definitely ok.'

The sun had set a while ago and it was getting late. i was finishing up the last of the math problems. Mitsuki had tried to get me to eat dinner with them, but due to my anxiety of doing something embarrassing around Kacchan i respectfully declined, letting her know i would eat when i got home. i was not lying though, that was my plan. Only, that plan had been made hours ago. i heard the door open and Bakugou walked in.

"It's late." He growled. i felt really embarrassed i had stayed so late.

 
"I'm sorry Kacchan. I really didn't mean to.. I'll head home now.." i started to scramble to put my books back into my school bag.

 
"I said it's late. You're staying the night. The old hag already said it was fine and told your dad." He said, shutting the door behind him. i felt my cheeks heat up. i had stayed the night at Izuku's house plenty of times over the years, but i hadn't stayed the night at Kacchan's sense all three of us were really young. i was drawn from my thoughts by hearing Kacchan rummage through his chest of drawers. i noticed he had already changed into some loose pajama bottoms and his black tank top. i admired his strong arms and back, but quickly looked away when i heard him shut his drawer.

 
"Here. It's the smallest shit I have." He shoved some clothes onto my lap. i nodded and whispered a thank you while quickly scurried to the bathroom across the hall. i locked the door behind me and let out a huge breath of air that i didn't even realize i were holding in. i silently stripped down and slid on his sweatpants. i tightened them as tight as i could, but they still felt a little lose on my petite body. I mentally cussed my figure for still not being as full as i wanted. I had some curvature, but still wasn't as curvy or slim as i hoped. i undid my bra because i find it uncomfortable to sleep in. Sliding his shirt on, i realized it was his (and also my) favorite skull tee. my cheeks turned red at this. 'Damn it!' i thought to myself, turning the sink on and trying to splash some cold water onto my face in a futile attempt to calm it down. i gave up and dried my face and folded my clothes up. i tip toed back to his room and saw him laying some extra pillows of his and a blanket on the floor.

"Thank you.. for the clothes.." he looked up at me.

"Tch. Whatever. Just get in the damn bed." i frowned. i really hated making people sacrifice their own comfort for me.

"N-no. No. I'm sleeping on the floor." i said in a soft tone. i hated how hard it was for me to sound stern. He glared into my eyes for a second until finally breaking it and saying

"Do whatever." i set my clothes on top of my book bag while he turned off his room light, leaving only the street light from outside cascading through the window to illuminate the room. I laid down on the floor and pulled the blanket up to my chin. A cold shiver ran down me as i tried to get comfy.

 
"This isn't right." He growled. "Get in the damn bed. I'm not having a fuckin girl sleep on the floor." i sat up and frowned.

"No Kacchan I'm not kicking you out of your bed and-"

"Who said I was getting out of the bed?" i snapped my head around and met his cold stare. i wanted to argue it, but i shivered again. a bed did sound a lot warmer... i huffed in deafeat and crawled  into his bed. He threw the blanket over us. our backs were pressed together. i inhaled deeply as i started to relax. i loved the smell the greeted my nostrils, Kacchan's smell. it was masculine, like an expensive cologne with a spiced note to it, yet still had a hint of sweetness. i started to settle into the bed more and drifted off into one of the best sleeps i've ever had up until that point.

(A/N: is this chapter too long, too short, or just right? Thank you for reading!)