× Bakugou «One Shots» The Revival ×

💥🪨★I-.. Understand..

Warning this chapter may contain inappropriate language and mature content.

CW - sadddddd

Ship - Kiribaku

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Bakugou's pov

My foot taps anxiously against the floor as I sit to my desk, trying so badly to distract myself from any thoughts filling my mind.

Stupid.. fucking shitty hair.. with his stupid pretty red hair and fucking pointy ass teeth and kiss- fuck, stupidly soft lips.. arghh. I'm so cursed. I'm so fucked.

I let out a frustrated groan, deciding to go down and make a packet of my special ramen and make some warm choccy milk to calm the stress. I grab my favourite hoodie, one Kirishima brought for me a while back because he thought it looked cute.

It does.. it's incredibly cute. I can't tell whether I love it so much because of the colour and design or just because Kirishima brought it for me but in his size which is a size up from me and it's slightly too big.

I'm a sucky for oversized jumpers. I have one of Iida's sweatshirts in here. A jacket from Momo, this froggy jumper I stole off Tsuyu after I found out she wears hoodies three times her size. Like god women, share.

They don't know I have them. I just do. It's comforting. I do wear them around the dorms a lot. I'm surprised no one's noticed. I mean.. they probably have, just too afraid to bring it up.

I have two of Kirishima's hoodies. I sneak them back in to his washing when they loose the comforting smell of my best friend and take them back before he collects his laundry.

It's wrong. It's so wrong. I shouldn't be taking stuff from the guy I'm attracted to but.. couples do that shit and if I had the balls to asking him out, it would be less creepy. That's if he says yes of course. He's more likely to reject me or something.

"Looking awfully cute and cosy Bakubabe" Mina says softly and I scoff, walking in to the kitchen.

The way Kirishima's face lit up like a Christmas tree just from seeing me in the hoodie he brought. God it made my heart flutter and beat so fast.

I reach for my noodles, grabbing the last pack from the box. That's weird. Could have sworn there was three left last time. I didn't realise I stress ate that often. Jeez, maybe I need to consider working out more.

These ramen packets were supposed to be a treat every now and then. Not something I ate whilst crying about my stresses and watching childhood cartoons with chocolate milk warmed in a bottle with a straw because it's easiest to drink it that way with out spilling through the sobs.

I use a fork when it's one of these days. Saves me from getting mad because the noodles would slip from between my chop sticks as my body twitched and jolted with each sob.

"Whatcha making in here bro?" Kirishima asks, lurking behind me as I move around the kitchen, grabbing the few items that belong to me.

"Food.. duh" I complain, not feeling the most verbal right night. My heart shakes just being near him. It trembles and aches for his love.

"Yes, I figure that. But what food?" Kirishima asks with a whine.

"Noodles" I say before going to the fridge to grab the chocolate milk out. I put it in to a measuring jug and heat it in the glass rather than my bottle.