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Chapter 4

January 8th, Saturday - 10am
BAKUGO POV
I grabbed my sheets and made my way downstairs. I didn't run into anyone on the way there, thank god. I pushed open the laundry room door on the first floor and-
"Bakubro!"
Fucking Kiri. Why is he always there?
"You didn't answer any of my calls! Listen I know you told me nothing happened but cmmoonnnn! You can't hide this from me. Please! I won't tell anyone I promise."
"I told you Kiri nothing happened," I said, moving on with my laundry.
"MMhm okay. I totally believe you. Wait a second," he grinned, pointing at my hands, "Are those bedsheets? Did you bring her to your dorm last night?"
"WHAT!" I yelled, "Kiri if you don't shut your fucking mouth right now-" I stopped. I heard giggling coming from outside the room. Fuck.
"Hold on a second Kiri," I said, making my way towards the door. I yanked it open and pulled out whatever I could grab.
I shouldn't be surprised. Pikachu and Grape Face.
"You two better start talking," I warned.
"WAIT wait hold on buddy we can talk about this!" Denki pleaded, "I promise we won't tell anyone you and Yume did it."
"WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING-" I shouted at them, "Besides, how do you even know if we're talking about Yume?"
"Oh please," Mineta grinned, "everyone saw you and her on the couch last night, Denki told me all about it." Everyone? I'm really fucked now. If everyone saw us, and thinks that we. . . Anyways, why do I give a shit what those stupid extras think? It's not my problem.
"This is why you were kicked out, perv," Kiri intruded.
Mineta scoffed
"I feel like you still don't realize the situation you're currently in," I tell them, releasing small explosions out of my hands. "Tell a soul anything you heard, and I'll find you. Next time you won't be so lucky."
Wait a second. Mineta. I completely forgot what got us into this situation in the first place.
"GRAPE FACE," I yelled, tossing Denki to the ground, "What did you do last night."
"What? I watched the movie with you guys," he said.
"You know what I mean," I said, "You did something to the punch, didn't you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about-" he denied, guild plastered on his face.
"You ASSHAT! You're the reason that girl was acting so stupid! Why the fuck in your right mind would you spike the fucking punch, Mineta? A girl wouldn't get with you even if she was drunk of her ass."
"HEY, YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!"
I turned to look at Denki, "Did you know about this, sparky?"
He shook his head desperately as if his life depended on it.
"Mineta! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kiri said, "Do you know how bad that could have gone? What if Aizawa caught us? We'd be in so much shit right about now."
I threw him out of the room before he could defend himself, and Denki trailed after him.
Kiri looked at me, "She was drunk?" he asked.
"Yeah," I looked down, "I told you, nothing happened last night."
He patted my shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry man."
Why in the hell would he feel sorry for me right now? I'm not the one who got drunk without their consent. Does he think I'm sad I didn't get laid? No, his tone is different. It sounds like pity. Why would he pity me? I'm not upset by her, or the fact she didn't mean anything. Even this morning, was it an act?
I decided it doesn't matter. It's not worth my time getting caught up in this.


YUME POV
Saturday - 10am
God, my head is pounding. And that stupid prick, shoving me away. I don't need him. So why do I want to see him again?
All this runs through my head as I make my way back to my dorm, but suddenly I feel something grabbing me and pulling me in. I try to struggle, but I'm not able to break free. Just as I'm about to use my quirk, I hear a familiar voice.
"Mina? What the fuck are you doing." I ask her.
"Sorry about that, Yume. I figured you wouldn't be very willing to sit and talk, so I took it upon myself to bring you here."
"Stop using Hagakure as your own personal kidnapper." I look at the people around me. Jiro, Mina, Hagakure, Ochaco, Momo, Asui and Aoyama.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" I ask.
"Well," Ochaco starts, "We were just wondering. . . um,"
"Tell us what really happened last night," Mina says, "And where you were really going this morning. I saw Bakugo take you back to your room last night, you can't lie to me. So, how big is it?"
I feel my face heat up. "Mina! That's- you've got it wrong- it's not like that,"
She giggles, "Uh huh," she says, "but something did happen, clearly, the way your face just lit up."
Hagakure giggles. "Plus, we heard Bakugo talking about it this morning,"
Bakugo was talking about it? To who? That bastard. Am I just a trophy to him?
"He was talking about it?" I asked. Let's see if curiosity really does kill the cat.
"Yeah," Jiro said, "I heard him talking to Kirishima. Kiri seemed to think you two had sex."
Why would Bakugo tell him that? What the fuck is wrong with him. Of course. I am like a trophy to him, just another notch on his belt. He must have felt too much pity for a drunken slurred me to actually do anything.
"Everyone seems to think we did it, but we didn't, okay?" I stammered, "I don't know what Bakugo has been telling everyone, but that's not how it went. I was just drunk and-"
"Drunk?" Ochaco inquired, "I didn't know there was alcohol at the party."
"Neither did I," Momo said, "We're not allowed to have it in the dorms anyway."
"Well, I didn't know but I woke up with morning sick and I can't remember anything," I said, "Bakugo said something about the punch being spiked. Did anyone else have some of the punch?"
"I only had a glass," Momo said.
"I had a couple," Asui said, "and now that I'm thinking about it, I felt a little dizzy last night, too."
"So this proves it, then," Mina says, "Someone spiked the punch. But who would do that?"
Jiro snorted, "I think we all have the answer to that. Think short purple prick."
I sighed. It's over then. I have to think about him again.
"Yume," Mina starts, "two more things before I let you go."
Ughhhh-
"That hoodie uh-" she giggles, "looks a little big for you. And two."
She scooches towards me and reaches for my face, then moves down to my neck.
"That's a nice mark he gave you. That will be there for a solid week. Wait- there's two?" She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Someone is protective," she winks at me.
The girls plus Aoyama all laugh as my face heats up. This mark, it feels less protective and more a reminder. As if he'd claimed me.
But he forgets. I don't belong to him.







a/n
not yet anyways :}