{𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 & 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍} Bakugou x Reader / 18+

Chapter 2: Mundane Living

But then the blonde huffs awake and drowsily looks around to see you sitting balled up in a chair in the corner of the room. 

"The fuck are y'doing." 

he slurs, scratching at his hair with a yawn. 

You let go of your legs and look for which question to ask first. 

Why was I in your bed? Why am I in your house? where is your girlfriend? Did anything happen last night? "So, uh- why- where uh- what is this?" 

you ask, trying to look him in the eyes. 

"You might wanna sit down for this one, Dozey"

"What do you mean?" 

he coughs into his hand a bit, and then turns to look you in the eyes. 

You release your legs and let them drop to the floor, suddenly feeling like your body was covered in mud. 

"What happend. Why am i here? And where is your girlfriend?" 

you ask, and whip your head around the room as if speaking her name will summon her. 

"Well, I put you in my bed because you were pretty damn drunk last night- didn't wanna take any risks." 

you nod, and fiddle with your fingers, moving on to the next question. 

"So, nothing happend- right?" 

your eyes dart between your hands and the floor and his eyes, and he huffs a laugh through his nose.

"No. Nothing." 

you sigh, but you can't tell if it was in disappointment or relief. 

"How did I get here?" 

you relax into the chair while you ask your question. 

"Well, uh did something happen with Makaiyla?"

 you felt like you were doing something wrong my saying her name. 

And he groans out a sigh, slouching further from the edge of the bed. 

"Well, we kinda, we fought."

 if you knew anything about Katsuki Bakugou, it was too never pry. 

But this, was important you needed to know it wasn't because of you. 

But in the end, you dropped it. 

Because it wasn't your relationship. You had no right to pry into something that wasn't your business. 

That was the line drawn between you two.

You only had to know what he told you. 

And deep down you knew that, no matter how much you joke, that's all you two were. 

Friends.

"Oh."

You try to shift your attention to anything else, like that clock on the wall or the watch on his desk, or the expensive perfume on the other side of the bed.

Fuck.

As soon as you looked into his perfect crimson eyes, it was all over.

He looked like a beaten puppy and you couldn't do anything about it. 

"Hey, what happend?"

He looked like he was beating himself up about what happend, and you hated it.

Did he really like her that much?