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Chapter 3

9:05am
My head was pounding. What happened last night? I think back. Ah, right. Mina organized a movie night! And then, we played truth or dare. After that. . oh shit. Bakugo. I sat in his lap. Memories of us flooded back. How did I let that happen? His hands on my thighs, being pinned against the couch. . .  shit. What the fuck was I thinking? But, how far did it go? I try to get up from bed, but my head yells at me. Eventually I make it up and take a good look at myself in the mirror. My short black hair was everywhere. I've been told it was fluffy before, but this was ridiculous. Then, my eyes trail down to my neck. 
"WHAT THE FUCK," I scream. I grab my mouth. How far did we go? The last thing I remember he was reaching inside my shirt and. . . I see my face turn red in the mirror. I need to figure out how far we went. I search around my room, but I couldn't find anything to cover the massive red bruise on my neck. I'll have to run for it. 
I peak out of my room, checking to make sure it's clear. Sneaking in the halls, I move right as quiet as I can. Mina bursts out of her room. Crap.
"Yume!" she calls. "There's some breakfast downstairs if you're hungry."
"Oh, Mina-" I cover the hickey with my hand. "Goodmornin-"
"So what happened with you and Grumpy last night?" she questions. "I mean I didn't really think he'd be you're type but if you're into the strong angry type I mean who am I to argue, right? But he seems way to mean for y-" she drowns on and on. 
"That sounds nice Mina," I interrupt, "I'm just going to go. . grab something to eat now."
She raises her eyebrow. "Oookayyy, have fun with that."
I run to the other side of the building and wait for her to disappear back into her room before I slink across the boys side of the dorms.
My first attempt is to just waltz right into his room, but unfortunately the door was locked.
Welp, I think, I guess knocking never hurt.
I hear a groan from inside. 
"Kiri, I've already told you a million times," says Bakugo, "it was nothing. Just forget you saw any-"
He was clearly shocked that instead of a 5'7 redhead boy, he saw a 5'3 girl with brown hair and a very deep scowl.
He pulled me in and shut the door. 
I'd never been in his room before. The lights were dimmed, so it was hard to see any details, but it felt very nice.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he lectured.
"I need to know-" I try and start, but I feel something come up my throat.
"What's wrong with your face? Oh shit!" He pushes me into the bathroom and I hurl into the toilet. 
10 minutes later and I'm finally done. He timidly walks in the bathroom and hands me a towel. 
"Feel free to take a shower quick if you'd like to wash off. We can talk after."
I nod. He leaves and I start to undress and wash off. I feel the weight of last night wash off of me. When I'm done, I wrap up in a towel. 
I grab my clothes to change, but they smell terrible from last night and this morning. I walk out of the bathroom, wrapped in the towel.
"Hey, my clothes are dirty. Can I borrow some from you.
His eyes glaze over my body, one, two, three times before he turns red and avoids my eyes. I smirk. 
"Y-yeah. Dumbass. You should have prepared for this." he says. He pulls his hoodie off, revealing his chest. I blush, remembering last night. I grab his hoodie from him and head back to the bathroom. I pull it over my head and breath in his scent. It's massive on me, but I'm okay with it. I shake my head. This is only temporary. I can't let myself get too caught up in this. I put on my shorts from last night and look at myself through his mirror. I- like it. Tears start building up in my eyes. I make it out of the bathroom and it looks as if he'd been waiting for me. 
I look him in the eyes and ask him what's been on my mind.
"How far-" I try, wiping my my tears off on his hoodie. Deep breath. "What happened last night?"
"You were drunk." He states, as if that fixes everything. 
"So what, I was drunk and you decided to leave this on me?" I raise my voice and point at the mark he left. 
"No, it wasn't like that, idiot!" he says, matching my tone. "I only knew you were drunk when I went to kiss you!" 
"You kissed me?" I yell. "Bakugo! What happened last night? How far-" my voice breaks, "how far did we go?" my voice a near whisper now.
"We didn't, y'know," he blushes, "do that. . ."
I blush to match him.
"Then why did you leave this?" I ask.
"God, do I have to explain everything? Why did you get so drunk that you can't remember anyways?" 
"I didn't drink! All I had was some punch and-"
"Who made the punch?"
"What are you-"
"Who made it?"
"I did!"
"Shit. Satsuki. I think someone spiked the punch."
"Now who the fuck would do that?"
"I don't fucking know!" 
"You still haven't answered my question," I point out, " how far did we go last night?"
He starts to blush again. "I don't know how to explain it without sounding stupid." he mutters.
"Well, then just show me." I state bluntly. Wait- 
He groans. "If that's what you really want." he says. "Tell me if it's too far."
He pulls me in and sits me on his lap. I think I remember this. Then he takes his hand, and starts moving it up my thigh, grabbing at me roughly. What if I were to-
I start moving around.
"Yeah~" he clears his throat. "Yeah, that's what you did."
I smile. I definitely remember this. I can feel him pressing against me. I shift around some more.
He moans in my ear. He finally gets sick of my shit and throws me under him, pinning me on his bed. He pulls my knee and presses it to his bulge.
"Then, like this." he says. He kisses my neck in a new spot, leaving another mark and he shoves his hands into the hoodie. He stops. 
"Are you wearing a bra?" he asks me. I shake my head no. He leans his head back exposing his neck and toned muscles.
"Shit Yume," he says, "why do you always do this to me?"
I laugh and smile. "Don't stop now, I was finally having fun." 
What the hell am I saying. Why is this prick so. . . attractive? But by god he is. 
He leans in close to my face, I can hear his heavy breathing. 
"Oh trust me," he smirks, "I can have a lot of fun with you."
He pulls me up and sits me back on his lap, this time facing him. I feel him pressing against me again, this time in a different spot. God, I wanted him so bad. He stares at my lips.
"Can I-" he asks. 
I nod yes this time, and close my eyes. I've only kissed one other person before him, and it wasn't very good. I build up tension waiting for him to kiss me but instead-
I feel him embrace me.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says, "you should go get something to eat.  You must be hungry after puking your guts out like that."
"Oh- okay." I say. I can't help but feel rejected somehow. Did my breath smell bad still? Shit, did I go too far? I made my way for the door and headed downstairs to grab something to eat.

BAKUGO POV

Damn it, Yume. I hardly know this girl and yet I feel as if I'm becoming more and more obsessed with her as the hours tick by. My dick seemed to be controlling my body and I don't know how to make it stop. And I was so close to kissing her- 
I remembered feeling up her shirt. The realization she wasn't wearing a bra. My dick shot up, again. This time I couldn't resist. I pulled it out and started stroking, slow at first but faster as I felt my climax. Images of Yume popped into my head. Leaving marks on her. Rubbing her thigh. I wish I could call her back and have her ride on top until-
I released all over my sheets. 
Shit. I should probably clean this up.