LOST // BAKUGO X OC

Freezing Temperatures

Estelle scowled to herself as she huddled underneath her blankets. The tremors wracked through her body as she retreated into herself. 'It's so fucking cold,' she moaned as her arms huddled into her chest.

During the evening, the heating had broken, causing Mr Aizawa to stroll into the common room with numerous extra blankets and the disappointing news that it wouldn't be fixed until the morning. Estelle and the class could already feel the chill settling into their bones, and she wasted no time retreating to her room, piling blankets onto her body. She forcefully closed her eyes to get her mind to rest, but the frequent shivers stopped her, and she was getting increasingly irritated as the night drew closer.

Estelle wrapped the duvet around her whole body and sat up with a huff before shuffling down to the kitchen. She had gotten used to the warm liquid because of Ruby, and she couldn't deny its effectiveness on troubling nights. The only irksome part of the trick was that she would be constantly reminded of the loud blonde when she heated it up, leaving her to pout to herself in the aftermath.

Estelle was surprised to find all her classmates in the living room rather than in their dorms. When she flickered her eyes over to glance at them, she noticed they were all huddled together as if they were in the mountains trying to survive a snow storm. The picture humoured her, and her lips automatically tilted up as she strolled past them. Furrowing her brows for a moment, Estelle speculated if they had decided to have a sleepover.

"I thought you were going to sleep?" Momo called out in concern as Estelle zoomed past like a woman on a mission.

Feeling her teeth chatter, Estelle could only mutter, "s too cold."

Reaching the kitchen before her classmate could respond, Estelle dialled back in surprise to the sight of Bakugo already heating milk up. His glare seemed to seep through the liquid, and she wondered if his eyes were doing the work. Seeing him whirl around to the sound of Estelle's chuckle, the blonde relaxed with a scowl. "You should have stayed in bed. I was going to bring you a cup."

"Oh, but why?" Estelle dialled back, her head tilted as her lips pursed.

Ignoring the eyes, stating that it was apparent, Estelle moved to peer over his shoulder to peek at the stove. Raising her brows in surprise at the fact he was telling the truth, Estelle glanced over at the blonde staring at her intensely.

"You can't seriously be that cold," He grunted with narrowed eyes, ignoring her question as he scanned over her trembling body.

"I hate the cold, always have, always will."

"Tch, come here."

Without complaint, Estelle huddled into the heat by falling into his arms with a satisfied groan. She was jealous that he always seemed warm, and in her desperation to keep the heat, she muttered, "Be my personal radiator."

Snorting, Bakugo rubbed her back with both hands as if he was attempting to soothe her. "If you fall into me like that all the time, ill be whatever you want."

Blushing red from the words, Estelle flustered within his embrace. The immediate urge to panic and withdraw was on her face, but the heat forced her in place. Practically feeling the internal battle, Bakugo clutched onto her tighter with an inward curse. He was too forward; he didn't want to scare her off.

They stayed silent as they gripped each other as if fully taking in each other's presence. Estelle hated and loved it at the same time. Her usual internal battle was in full force. 'But he's so warm.'

Sighing, Bakugo was the one to break the bubble. His arms dropped in disappointment as he turned around to turn off the stove. "You ever had hot chocolate before?"