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Chapter 5

January 9th, Sunday- 2am
I'm walking through the courtyard, making my way back to the dorms. Suddenly, I smell something- woodsy and sweet, familiar to me. The wind picks up and swirls all the leaves around me, picking me up in a giant tornado, and then-
I'm awake. I rub my eyes and cough. My throat is sore and I'm thirsty. I should probably grab some water. What time is it? I check my phone. 2am, shittt. No wonder I'm exhausted. Well, the water's not going to grab itself, I think as I get up and move towards the door. Quiet down the halls to avoid waking anyone up, but I hear something coming from someone else's room.

I'd unfuck you if I could, ooh,

I'd unlove you like I should have.

Damn, who's being this angsty so early in the morning? I look for the source of the music.

Months before I did,

In the months before I split.

The lights, it's coming from-

It's turbulent, turbulent.

Bakugo's room? A mix of curiosity and anger gets the best of me. Change of plans, I think, we're going in.
I sneak closer to his room, as close as I think I can get before he can hear me. Then, the music stops.
His door creaks over, and suddenly I have a 5'8 boy peering at me through his doorway. I had to admit, he looked good. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and you could tell he worked out just by his abs alone. He was wearing some sweats, pulled just low enough that you could see the tip of his boxers.
He raises his eyebrow, and I'm brought back to earth. "Can I help you?" he asks. 
I build up all the courage I can muster. 
"You can, actually," I say, letting myself in.
He scoffs. "I let you in one time and now you act as if you own the place?"
"I have questions," I state, taking a seat on his bed. He leans against the wall giving me a 'what the fuck kind of audacity-' kind of look. Now that the lights are on in here, it looks quite nice. Slightly messy, but filled with plants and lights. He had workout equipment behind his bed, which was covered in black sheets. Actually, the sheets feel different than this morning. I picked them up and smelled them.
"First question," I say, "did you wash these today."
"I-" he stutters, "what does it matter to you." 
I didn't think it was that personal of a question but to each their own. Maybe he has a secret cleaning routine. 
"Second question. Why are you going around telling people that-" I start, but feel my face heat up at the concept.
"What? Just spit it out." He orders. 
"Telling people that we did it." I blurt. 
He fixes his posture, and I see colour in his cheeks. 
"I never told anyone that we- y'know." He says.
"That's not what Jiro and Hagakure said," I tell him.
"What? Were they spying on me? Did you put them up to this?" He asks.
"So you admit it? You told Kirishima." 
"Now you're avoiding the question. And no, I didn't tell Kiri. He made assumptions based off. . . last night."
"Oh. Mina did the same. Wait," I say, "How many people saw us?"
He turns his face away from mine. "Everyone. . ." he mutters.
"Everyone?" I panic.
"Well, only anyone who was at the truth or dare last night, and the people they told, I guess."
"So you're telling me the whole class could think that we had sex by now?!"
"Don't blame me for this! You're the one who started it!"
"Yeah because I was drunk! It's not like I would even think of doing it with you if I was sober!"
He paused, but then started to move towards me. I thought he was going to blow me up, but instead, he pinned me down to the bed. His face was contorted with anger, but I could see something behind his eyes that was softer. He pushed his knee between my legs and leaned into my ear.
"That's not what you were telling me this morning, now was it," he whispered, "eh, teddybear?"
It felt as if my heart was about to pound out of my chest. He grabbed my hand and moved it up to his mouth to kiss it. 
"Were you drunk when you asked me to kiss you," he asked me.
"It-It's late," I stammered, "You-You're not thinking clearly. Besides, you asked me."
"You didn't say no," he said, "in fact, I seem to remember you waiting eagerly for me to kiss you. Was that all booze, Yume?"
"I told you, I just wanted to know what happened last night-" I start, but he sees right through me.
"Oh please, Yume, don't treat me like I'm stupid," he says, running his hands through his hair.
"What about you?" I ask. "Don't tell me it was anything but you caught up in the moment. Or am I just another toy to play with?"
"Yume," he says, "don't be so needy. Either way, would I give I toy these?" He reaches for my neck and caresses' the marks he gave me. 
"You're not that dense, you know what these mean," he tells me.
"You're mine," he says, "and mine alone."
I scoff. "You don't own me, asshole."
"You really think so?" he taunts. "Who's sweater are you wearing? Should I just take it back now then?" 
I blush as he reaches to grab for my hoodie.
"Hey, careful," I mutter. 
He just smiles as he pulls the hoodie right below my breasts. He grabs at my hips and leans in, kissing me. Finally, it seems he found I spot he'd like, left of my stomach. Kissing and biting me, I whimper. It felt, strangely, nice. Having him take control of my body like this.
"Watch your teeth," I plead. He bites harder and I don't argue. He moves his hands and mouth down to my hips, exploring my legs and stomach with his hands. 
By the time he was done, my body looked like an angry herd of spiders had gotten me. I was covered in red bruises, from my thighs to the top of my neck. How am I supposed to go to class like this? 
Did it really matter though? All that I cared about was right now.
I loop my hands around his neck and pull myself up, sitting on his lap. I could feel something under me, but I wasn't surprised. When he feels me pushing on his hard on, Bakugo's face goes red. 
I rub the side of his neck. "Please?" I ask.
He nods and moves so it's open for me. I suck hard on his neck. I want to leave this here, tell everyone what's mine. Who cares what they think? 
He pats my head as I suck harder, and I can see him gripping the sheets. He moans, but I don't let up. 
"You're doing-" he pants, "so good."
I feel my body shiver as he praises me. Finally, once I've finished, I let go. 
"I-" he starts, "I just finished working out before you came. I'm going to wash up quick." I nod and let him go. 
The feeling in my stomach doesn't go away. While he's showering, I go to the mirror and take a look at my body. He really did not hold back any bit, I think as I lift up my shirt. I blush, thinking of how I could explain this to Mina. 
He hasn't really touched me yet, though. Sure, he felt my hips and waist, but I wonder why he hasn't touched me. Maybe he's waiting for me to initiate? After what feels like forever, he finally emerges from the bathroom. He'd put a shirt on after showering, which was unfortunate for me.
Drying his hair, he walks up close to me. He smiles, throwing down the towel.
Bakugo picks me up and throws me back on the bed, making my hoodie ride up just enough for my stomach to show. He glances down, and then back up at me, leaning in so close that I can smell his breath, minty and fresh.
I wasn't going to give him the chance to back out this time. I grab him and pull him in, pressing my lips to his. He pushes back and pins my head on the bed with his lips, but I don't resist. His lips are hungry, moving in for mine with only half-second breaks to breathe. 
I thought that I couldn't be higher, until he pushed his tongue into my mouth. My head felt like it was about to explode, but he wasn't done. 
I put my hands up his shirt, and he followed suit, this time not scared to explore. I moaned as he massaged my body.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
I nodded. He grabbed my sweater and pulled it off, revealing my tits.
His eyes. . . I could feel them on my body as he started to explore. Then they met mine, asking a question. I nodded in approval, and that seemed to be all he needed. He lifted his shirt off to match me and ran his hand down my body. Starting with my cheek, down my neck, exploring my chest and waist. I felt every touch down my spine. I had wanted a lot of things in my life, but I had desired nothing more than this.

-to be continued-