Temptation | A Bakugo & Uraraka Story Pt1

CHAPTER 2: SWIRLING

Uraraka

I woke up for school feeling weird. As I was getting dressed, I had this tiny, annoying feeling like I had to get something. Did I have homework I forgot about? No... Hmm. I double checked my book bag to make sure everything was in there. Yup.

Then what's with this feeling??

I shook my head, forcing myself to ignore it.

I made my way to the front doors of the dorms, the weird feeling turning into a... location? I closed my eyes to study it and started feeling... Bakugo!

I could sense where he was! He was moving, taking the elevator down to the ground floor.

This was weird... How--? Oh. The brand. We're intertwined. I wonder if he could feel where I was too.

As I turned the corner to the front doors, I knew he was right there. We had unintentionally met up. He looked well rested, but stoic as always. The way his hair covered his forehead made the shadows curve around his bight, crimson eyes. Had they always looked so... hot?

NO!

I turned and walked out the door. I could feel the heat in my face so I tried rubbing my cheeks to spread out the embarrassment. And with my new sense of him, I knew he was following me. I slowly glanced over my shoulder to see him looking at me! I snapped my head forward.

This is nothing. We are just walking to class.

I check the brand on my fingers. If I watched it long enough, I could see that it was slowly swirling. If I could think back to the man from the store, the speed of the swirling mark on his hand was spinning like a top. If ours were to get up to that speed, then the emotion would be at it's most powerful, I think.

Made sense to me.

During class, I realized I was glancing over at him every once and a while. He wasn't doing anything special, just listening and writing things down. But I started to find the way he shifted in his seat, or the way he ran his fingers through his hair when he was bored, to be interesting.

Wow, I need to focus. We are literally just sitting here. Stop finding him cute. He's a jerk. An egotistic, short-tempered, jerk! He's not even worthy for me to find him attractive.

.... Ugh, now I sound stuck-up.

Well, even if this brand is forcing me to find him attractive, I can still find him scary. I don't want to be around him, he's a bomb!

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Lunch was easier. I sat with Ida and Deku and their conversations were keeping my mind busy!

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BOOOOM

Bakugo was going all out in quirk training. I was floating up high above everybody in the training gym when I saw him trying to experiment with new moves. He was practicing spinning in the air with his quirk when he suddenly looked up to me and we locked eyes.

I started blushing. Ugh! Why do I blush so easily! I closed my eyes and pretended not to notice when I know he did. Just within a few hours, he had gone from cute to handsome.

I squeezed my eyes shut even harder. If I could control my quirk, I can control my emotions! So, shut up, lust! You're not even real! You suck! I'm going to let my stubbornness battle you while I focus on training!!

Bakugo

She was there. I could sense exactly where she was, even when I was spinning around. In class I knew she was looking at me. I didn't have to check to know. She looked so cute this morning, hell she always looked cute, but it was different. She stood out. I hated how I couldn't keep my eyes off her skirt as we were walking to class. I'm not some perv like Purple Balls!

Fuck... her tight outfit... I shouldn't have looked up. Now all can think about is her curves running down her body.

I blasted a boulder next to me. This fucking brand was annoying! And everybody wouldn't shut the fuck up about it either. Like I'm going to tell anyone the truth. They can all mind their fucking business.

It was just pissing me off. I'm here to train and climb higher than everyone here. I can't have any distractions! I have to be able to beat every person in this school!

Uraraka

Mr. Aizawa called us all together at the end of training. I stood a few feet away from Bakugo, feeling the pull Dr. Gress was talking about. It was small, but ignorable. It's like that urge to go hug someone, but its Bakugo. The only time he touches anybody is if he's fighting them. I don't feel like a fight.

The teachers were talking but I wasn't paying attention. I was glancing at Bakugo. His body was so toned and strong. I was admiring his biceps, since this was the only time you really saw them. His hero costume shirt was sleeveless and stuck to his body like another skin. You could see every muscle outline on his torso.

I want to drag my hands all over him.

NO I DON'T SHUT UP LUST!!!!

I snapped back to attention.

I'm stronger than this. I can beat this. Whatever I feel, I won't act on it. Simple as that.

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Bakugo

Kirishima and I were studying at one of the sitting tables while Uraraka was with the girls on the couches. She was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap tank top with black leggings. All tight on her. I caught myself looking over there every time they laughed about something.

Dam, her smile... I want to make her smile.

Ugh! That shit's for nerds.

I looked at Kirishima's notes. "Do you get it yet?"

"I think so," he said, turning the page.

I started clicking my pen. The urge to go get her was growing by the hour.

She stood up saying, "I'll get some!"

Then she started walking over.

Time seemed to slow with every step she took, emphasizing the tiny bounces her footsteps caused to her breasts. We locked eyes as she passed by, and I swear her cheeks turned red from just the sight of me. I had to fight the instinct to reach out and grab her arm.

I could hear her digging into the fridge for a few drinks. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as she started walking back and getting closer to me.

I watched her pass by, dragging my eyes from her soft, silky hair down her slim back to her gorgeous ass. Her hips swayed back and forth, showing off the perfect curves that rounded the bottom of both ass cheeks. Her legs... those thighs... fuck...

"Might want to wipe that drool from your mouth." Kirishima said quietly, keeping his eyes down on his notes.

I glared at him. "I'm not drooling."

"Uh-huh." He flipped to the next page, squinting at me. Then he pointed in concern, "Bro, your tattoo is moving."

Shit.

I got up and left. I was not going to explain my brand to him. Not to anyone.

When I got to my room, checked my neck in the mirror. Just like he said, the brand was moving. Swirling.

It's getting stronger.