Gravitation | A Bakugo & Uraraka Story Pt2

CHAPTER 4: LIKE--LIKE?

Uraraka

Bakugo was still out in the hall as I closed my door. I used the peephole to watch him put his hands in his pockets and walked away with a small grin on his face. Not a smirk, a genuine grin that softened his eyes. Those strong but calm crimson eyes.

I turned and leaned my back on my door, a bit surprised on how the afternoon went. It was so different than any other times I spent with him. At the beginning of the year, he made me nervous and came off as scary. Then just a few weeks ago, we were wrapped up in a lust quirk where I was so drawn to him but did everything in my power not to touch him.

After we got through it, I felt like we both shared something to make us friends. When I told him my thoughts that one night, he seemed like he wanted to ignore the whole incident. Pushing his feelings aside. Sounds like Bakugo.

Compared to the beginning of the year and now, I didn't find him nerve racking or scary as a person. His temper outbursts have always been entertaining! As a hero, his is insanely intimidating, but it's so easy to see passed that now.

We sparred. He beat me... ugh. But he has a lot more experience.

Then his smile popped into my head and my heart warmed my chest. I put my hand on my chest and couldn't help but check my fingers for the lust brand. Nothing was there... my feelings... are real?

I like Bakugo as a person and I want to be his friend, but I never expected myself to like him as a boy!

I walked to my dresser and began to change out of my gym suit.

What do I even like-like about him?

His smile—his genuine smile—is the most handsome, warming thing I have ever witnessed.

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Is that it?

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I thought back to how the lust brand affected me. It was all attraction to his body. Did I find him attractive? Hmm... he's very fit. And taller than me so that's a plus.

His mannerisms during class never seemed attractive though. Always scowling, hunching over with his hands in his pockets, annoyed at everything, bored to be around you.

Wow, I never thought analyzing Bakugo would be so... um... hard? The only things he seems to like is fighting. He argues with people all the time but I have a feeling that he doesn't want to, it just happens.

Then there was the sparring itself. All that time during the branding I tried not to touch him, but tonight I was trying my best to hit him! Then when he smiled, I wanted a picture so badly I was basically laying on him!

Oh jeez!! I was blushing again!!

I was laying on top of a boy!!!

I didn't even realize at the time!

Oh my god!!!

I rubbed my face and finished putting on my pajamas. As I was brushing my teeth for bed, I started wondering about his feelings. If I liked him, even a little, would he like me back?

A memory of his yelling answered that one for me.

"I don't need any mushy-ass distractions from you or any other girl in my life! All people do is get in my fucking way! Relationships are a fucking waste of time! I have important shit to do, and you're not one of them!"

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I wonder if he meant it...

I didn't mean everything I said under the control of the brand.

Did he?

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Pft, no way!

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Right?

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I found myself staring at the ceiling while I was laying in bed. I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts of Bakugo possibly liking me out of my brain. It's not that I didn't mind the thoughts, I just didn't want to jump to conclusions, or get my hopes up.

Wait—hope? Did I want him to like me?

At least as a friend, yeah. But more than a friend?

I felt my face blush. Again.

I don't know!

I don't know that much stuff about love anyway! Well, dating I mean. Mina does though.