Heated- a Bakugou x Fem Reader

Chapter Five: Pretty Please

          You lay in your bed staring at the ceiling blankly, mind racing. It may have been quiet, boxed up in those four walls, but your head was as loud as a concert. You decide to go to the common room, the big paneled window always offers a lovely view. You slip your (fav comfy sweater) on and tiptoe out to the couches. You pick up the side of the couch and position it to face the windows. Before you manage to place the couch back on its legs you notice someone sitting on the couch farthest from you. Almost immediately you make eye contact with none other than Katsuki Bakugou himself. You stare at him while holding the side of the couch, standing as still as a statue.

"The hell are you doing sitting in the dark? You some kind of creep or something?"

His head cocks to the side before standing up, approaching you silently. The soft moonlight illuminates his face as he approaches.

"Are you going to stand there all night holing that?"

You drop the couch instinctively, listening to it lands on the floor with a loud thud. Both of you stare at each other waiting to see if anyone woke up. The room stays quiet, the silence slowly growing louder.

"Good job dumb ass."

"You-."

He raises his hand cutting off your rant.

"Every time you break the bet, you have to start over."

You clench your jaw and plop on the couch curling up in your sweater. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"I'm, sorry."

He snickers and sits on the opposite side of the small couch. He looks over at you, his eyes pulling you in slightly. You huff and straighten up keeping your emotions under control.

"Look this is hella hard for me to admit so just shut...pretty please keep quiet."

He raises an eyebrow, causing you to narrow your eyes. Ugh, I want to punch his stupid face. You look out the window staring at the lamp posts pooling light on the walkways.

"I may have been unnecessarily harsh and inconsiderate. I might have jumped to a slight conclusion and decided not to figure out if I was right or not. And maybe I realized it and might be kinda, sorta, trying, to apologize."

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment.

"However you are a tremendous ass hole, and you have serious anger issues. Plus I don't like people who hate me."

You look back over at him looking out the windows with a scowl on his face.

"When did I ever say I hated you?"

He looks over at you irritatedly but his voice stays calm.

"Because I don't. Sure you're annoying, but I like the challenge. I never looked down on you, you're not who I'm concerned with."

"You realize how you act and approach people matters? They form opinions based on that."

"And since when have opinions been set in stone?"

"They change when action is taken."

"Consider this action being taken, and lay off of me."

You facepalm, groaning out and laying your head on the back of the couch.

"Don't even pretend either of us is ready, willing, or able to have a normal conversation."

He laughs lightly before looking back out the window. You peek through your fingers at his back.