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Chapter 2

January 7th, Friday - 7:50pm

"Okay, lets see. Decorations?" Mina asked. 
"Done!" Momo and Ochaco cheered. 
"Snacks?" 
"Yep!" Rikido and I said.
"Music?"
"Just about. . ." Jiro said, "done!"
"That sounds like everything." she stated.  "And just about on time! We have 10 minutes to kill. "Let's count up the votes for the movies.
'Spider Man No Way Home' - 5 votes
'The Tree of Life' - 1 vote
'Narnia' - 2 votes
'Shutter Island' - 1 vote
'The Ghost Writer' - 1 vote
'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' - 2 votes
'Robin Hood' - 1 vote
'All Might 20th Anniversary Recap' - 2 votes
"I know who submitted that one," I chuckled, "but who's the second vote?"
and finally-
"'A Nightmare on Elm Street'? How did it get 6 votes? Jiro!"
"What?" she said, "it's a good movie!"
She knows I can't handle scary movies. I turn to Mina, and she just shrugs. I sigh. There was no way I'm going to get out of this one. 
"Okay, fine. Let's set the movie up then." The commonroom looked beautiful. Momo and Ochaco did an amazing job with the decorations. There was streamers and lights everywhere. Perfect setting for a party or even a happier movie. Not that I'm scared or anything. The couches were littered with blankets, pillows, beanbags, everything we could need to be comfortable. Rikido baked lots of cookies, brownies, and pies. I got us soda, juice, and the best punch ever! A secret recipe I came up with all by myself. It has strawberries, mango, and lots of sugar. I left it out on the counter with some cups and a serving ladle. 
Kiri bust though the doors, followed by a very grumpy looking Bakugo. I'm in deep shit. Our eyes meet but I refuse to break contact. A challenge. I hold it for 5 seconds before the smell of his cologne returns to my nose, and I'm forced to break contact out of embarrassment. I turn away and watch as Mina gathers the attention of crowd that is entering the room.
"HEY EVERYONE!" she yells from the top of a table, "So, first I'd like to thank you for coming." her eyes scan the crowd until they land on Bakugo. She shoots me a quick look. I send one back, like, 'yeah I know.'  She continues. "So, the votes are in and it seems like we're watching 'A Nightmare on Elms Street'." A few groans but nothing more. As she's talking to our fellow classmates, I turn around and grab myself a drink. I sip it, but it tastes slightly off. Sharper then usual. 'I probably put too much lime in it,' I think. I take a seat on the loveseat across from Kiri, taking slow sips of my drink. Not too soon after, I feel someone plop down in the seat beside me. God damn it. My luck could not have been worse.
Why, of all places, did he decide to sit next to me. 
Of course! What an idiot. I sat beside Kirishima. Well, I guess I sealed my own fate. I wait for him to notice me.
He leans back in the couch, yawning and stretching. I notice his wet hair. He probably just came back from training and showering. The amount of training he does definitely shows. His arms looked built and you could see the outline of his abs through his thin t-shirt. Somehow, even after he's showered, I could still smell that scent I had earlier this morning. Woodsy and powerful, yet still there was a linger of something sweet and softer.
Unfortunately, as I was. . . appreciating him. .  . he decided to turn in my direction. 
His eyebrow rose to look at me.
I turned to hide my face, of which I knew was turning red. 
Mina turns on the movie, and I pretend that, whatever it was, never happened. 

8:50pm
50 minutes later, and I've already downed 3 glasses of punch. I did say I liked it. I was working on my forth when the movie started to really get to me. As Kruger showed again, I jumped and grabbed the nearest thing. Which happened to be the hand of a one Bakugo Katsuki. I waited for him to shove me off, but he didn't. I turned to his face, and he looked just as scarred as I felt. Rather then shoving me off, he took a blanket and covered us in it, hiding our hands from our peers. 

9:30pm 
"Well, was it so bad?" Mina asks me as the TV rolls to credits and she turns the lights on. Bakugo drops my hand and takes the blanket back. 
I smirk. "Well, there were some good parts,"
His hand felt so soft, not how I expected at all. And the whole movie I was drowned in his scent. It was more then enough to keep me distracted. I poor myself another glass of punch. Tenya thanked us for the movie and snacks, and headed back to his room, followed by a majority of the class. Bakugo looked as if he wanted to go too, and I wondered why he didn't. Left was Ochaco, Mina, Kiri, Bakugo, Shoto, Deku, Jiro, Momo, Mineta, Denki, Tsu, Tokoyami, and me. 
"Hey guys," Ochaco started, "why don't we play truth or dare?"
"Eeek! Yes!" Mina says, "that's a perfect idea!"
"Okay, I'll go first. Jiro, truth or dare?" Ochaco asks.
Jiro glares at her, "Dare."
"I dare you to. . high five the prettiest girl in the room."
'That's tame,' I thought. 
She sighs and timidly offers a high five to Momo, refusing to make any sort of eye contact. Ochaco giggles.
"Oh, Jiro." Momo says, "thank you. I also think you are pretty."
"Yeah, thank you," she mutters.
The game continues for a while and gets more drastic each time. After an half hour had past, Deku had ended up kissing Ochaco and Mineta had gotten himself kicked out for continually asking the girls uncomfortable questions. Now it was Minas turn.
"Yume." she says. I groan. Mina had already made me take mustard shots, dance on the table, and now what? 
"I dare you to sit on someone's lap! And it can't be me."
I'll be honest. I have no idea what I was thinking here. My head felt light and I definitely wasn't thinking straight. Either way, I made a bad decision. 
I promptly walked right up to Bakugo and sat on his lap. The room went silent. His thighs weren't exactly soft so I shifted to get comfortable. I felt his phone in his pocket. Everyone kind of giggled and moved on with the game, so I made my way to get back up but he grabbed me and pulled me back down. I could smell his cologne again as leaned in and whispered into my ear. 
"Don't. Move." he ordered. I could hear the panic undertones in his stern tone.
His phone got bigger. 
Shit. That's not his phone. I felt my face heat up and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. 
Something came over me, and I started shifting a little more. Just enough to tease him. He groaned in my ear. I could feel my body filling with lust. 
His hand reached for my thigh. He grabbed and twisted as I shifted in my seat. He starting moving his hand further up my thigh. The closer he got the more heat I could feel.
"Hey, are you okay, Bakugo?" Kiri asked. 
"Yea-" his voice cracked, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Kiri's eyes landed on Bakugo's hand on my thigh and a look of understanding came across his face. He smirked. I blushed. 
I stayed in my spot until the end of the game. At 10:55, the remanding people decide to call it a night. 
"We'll clean up tomorrow, okay Yume?"
"Okay," I replied. 
We wait until everyone else heads upstairs, leaving it clear for me to get up. After 20 minutes he still hadn't calmed down. I start to get up but he pulls me back down.
"You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" he growls. He throws me under him, pinning me on the couch. 
"Of course not," I smile, "I always finish what a start."
He was smart to keep me on top of him, that bulge is very noticeable. I press my knee against it and he moans. He kisses my neck, biting hard. Moving his hands to grab my waist, he pushes his hands up my shirt. Avoiding my chest, as if teasing me, he holds my back and traces my spine. Bakugo's eyes flutter to my lips, and then my eyes. I nod, and he moves in to kiss me, but stops. 
"You're drunk," he says, "How long have you been drunk?" 
"I'm not drunk!" I reply. "I don't drink. Plus, there was nothing alcoholic to drink!"
"I can smell it, don't play stupid!" He jumps off me, running his hands through his hair. "This whole time. . . shit."
"I'm not drunk!" I argue. 
"Idiot! You clearly are! Why else would you be so desperate to get with me? You don't even like me. I hardly know you!" he yells. 
I feel tears form in my eyes. "I don't know," I tell him.
The colour drains out of his face when he sees the tears. "Okay," his voice softens. "I'm going to take you up to your room now. I'm sorry for yelling at you."
He leads me back up to my room, earning a dirty look from Mina on his way by, but she says nothing. I open my door and make my way inside.
"Hey-" he says. 
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry. For tonight," he clears his throat, "anyways. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, asshole."
He scowls as I shut the door on him. 
I crash on my bed. What the fuck was that. 

KATSUKI POV
She sat in my lap. Out of all the people she sat in my lap, the fucking idiot. I'll kill her. I was about to call her out, but the scent of lemongrass hit my nose. I paused for a second. And then, she started shifting.
Shitshitshitshitshit. Does she know nothing? Or maybe she knows exactly what she'd doing. Unlikely though. She's kind of stupid. 
I could feel myself growing underneath her, pressing against her thigh. People started laughing at me, but then continued on with their stupid little game. She goes to get up, but I pull her down. No way am I letting her move now, and have everyone see my hard on for her? Absolutely not. I whisper at her.
"Don't. Move." 
My face heats up, and I see her cheeks start to blush as she realizes what she's done. But then, for some reason, she starts moving some more. I let out a groan that couldn't be helped. It feels so good, and she's so damn hot. I'm fucked. If I could, I'd give this girl all of me right here right now. I grab her thigh and start moving up. She teases me even more with her ass. Fuck this is bad. If this goes much farther-
"Hey, are you okay, Bakugo?" Kiri asked.
"Yea-" my voice cracked, "Yeah, I'm fine."
This was definitely not fine. I have to hold her until the end of the game, which felt like forever. If this went on much longer, I could finish just like this.
Finally they started packing up, thank god. Once they'd all left, Yume attempts to get up. I pull her down and pin her against the couch. As if I'd let her get away after that.
"You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" I growl.
"Of course not," she smiles, "I always finish what a start."
God she knows what to say to get me going.  She presses her knee into my bulge, making me moan. I kiss her neck and leave her a mark for the morning. I want so badly to take her into my room. I push my hand into her shirt, teasing around her breast and her back. I need to kiss her. Now. I look at her lips, and she nods in approval. I lean in to kiss her, but then I smell it. It's booze. She's been drinking. Shit.
"You're drunk," I say, "How long have you been drunk?"
"I'm not drunk!" she denies. "I don't drink. Plus, there was nothing alcoholic to drink here!"
"I can smell it, don't play stupid!" I jump off, nervously running my hand through my hair, "This whole time. . . shit."
"I'm not drunk!" She argues.
"Idiot! You clearly are! Why else would you be so desperate to get with me? You don't even like me. I hardly know you!" I yell. Of course she's drunk. There's no other reason she'd be here. But why is she acting stupid over it?
There's tears in her eyes. Fuck. I feel guilty for making her cry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. Why can't I keep my temper under wraps?
"Okay," my voice softens. "I'm going to take you up to your room now. I'm sorry for yelling at you." I hope she knows she's the first and last person to get an apology from me.
I take her to her room. I know that I went to far. I should have known something was wrong. I get a dirty look from Mina, but I ignore her.
"Hey-" I start.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry. For tonight," I clears his thought, "anyways. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, asshole."
I scowls as she shuts the door on me. 
Making my way back to my room, I can feel the pressure from earlier building up again. God damn it she was good.
I speed up when I start to feel my pants getting tighter, events from the night replaying in my head.
I lock the door on the way in, but I'm not in the mood anymore. Instead, I take a shower in an attempt to rinse her scent off of myself.
It doesn't work. 
"Goodnight, Yume," I whisper.