Lose Control (Bakugo x OC)

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It's been about a week, still no words from Shoto. He hadn't shown up to class. His house was empty, dark, as if no one were living there. I asked Fuyumi and she hadn't heard anything from him either.

Part of me was mad he left things the way he did, but the other part understood. He just lost his brother, who probably died right in front of him.

I couldn't imagine what he's going through right now. I just wish he would tell me he's safe.

I sat in my literature class, tapping my pen on my desk, unable to focus. My mind was elsewhere, worrying about Shoto.

I could only sleep at night if Katsuki was there. I couldn't stop my mind from going to all the worst scenarios with Shoto.

It was eating me alive.

I rushed out of class when he dismissed us. I practically ran home.

His McLaren was still parked out front from that night. Katsuki asked about it, I told him it was a new neighbor.

I couldn't get him out of my head no matter how hard I tried. I threw myself on my bed and let my thoughts fill the silence. I laid like this for hours.

I heard my door open, I stayed in the same position.

Katsuki stood at the end of my bed. "Enough depression session, we're going out with my friends tonight and you're going to have fun", he said.

"No", I rolled over in the bed. "Wasn't asking", he grabbed my ankles and pulled me off the bed aggressively.

"HEY!", I yelled as my but hit the wooden floor. "Get dressed", he glared down at me. "What if I don't want to", I stood up, staring up at him.

"Wasn't asking, get dressed or I'm dragging you out like that", his tone stern. "Fine", I rolled my eyes and walked to my bathroom.

I took a long shower to annoy Katsuki more. He's one of the most impatient people on the planet, we besides me. I put some makeup on and let my hair fall naturally.

I slipped on some black dress pants, a black band top, and an oversized blazer. I threw on my docs and left the bathroom.

"What took you so long!", he snapped. "Your impatience", I winked at him, "You took longer on purpose?!", he stood up and balled his fists.

"Yep, sure did". "Tch brat", he muttered under his breath, I looked to him, "What was that?", he looked to the side, "Nothing".

It was dark by the time we left. He drove to downtown Manhattan and parked in front of a club, the sign read, Noir. "This looks fancy", I said as we both left his car.

"Yeah, Kiri's parents own the place, he's getting us all in. We walked over to a group of people.

Kiri had his arm around a girl with pink hair. There was a guy with dirty blonde hair, the guy that splashed Katsuki with water at the game that one time.