In Bloom (Reader x Bakugou Katsuki fic)

Chapter 13

A/N: there's some texting later on in the chapter and i tried out something different with the layout of that so let me know if you like that more or not and enojyyyy

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Most of the class was gathered in the common room, around the couches, in front of the tv. Bakugou sat with his chin resting in his open palm at the corner, finding it hard to pay attention to the movie that was playing.

You'd mentioned to him you'd seen it before, a favourite of yours, you said when you plopped down in the seat beside him.

He found himself watching you more than the movie. You had tucked your feet up under you to make room for Sero to lean against the couch without your legs in the way but that had left you hovering in Bakugou's space. Not exactly touching him, but occasionally bumping into him as you reacted to the happenings on screen.

He wished you would just lean back against him, if for no other reason than to stop the inconsistent, occasional bumps. Even though he was pretty touch adverse he didn't think he'd mind if it was you leaning in a little. His eyes narrowed as you leaned away from him to whisper something to Todoroki on your other side, when did those two get so close, he couldn't help but think.

The realization hit him like a truck. Had him shooting up out of his seat. Oh no.

The feeling had been building for a while now, he was sure of it. But why did he have to come to terms with it now?

You looked back at him with a small, cute, frown and whispered, "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom." He hurried to get out, knowing you'd say something shitty to make him wanna stay if he said he was going to bed. And he needed just a minute, at least, away from you. To think.

He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, hands gripping the sink, shit, I like her.

Romance was not something Bakugou had ever really considered. Relationships had never appealed to him, especially because he figured they would distract him from his goal of becoming the number one hero.

He ran his hand through his hair pulling back a few strands from the front before letting them flop back onto his forehead. I am Katsuki fucking Bakugou I do not do emotions or any of that weak ass shit.

Even as he thought that trying to convince himself he was wrong. That the flicker of jealousy had been anything but. That he hadn't wanted you to fucking cuddle with him on that shitty couch. You were all he could think about. How nice it was sitting next to you, teasing you, and arguing with you, training with you, just you.

When had it even happened? Looking back he couldn't pinpoint a time. Maybe when you had asked him to spar? That was so early on though why had it taken him so long to notice? Was it when you had asked for his hot sauce? He had agreed to share that was unlike him. He was looking back at every interaction with you now way too fondly. Whatever, not important. His more recent actions toward you proved the fact even more as he mulled it all over.

He'd let you sleep in his room after studying for god sake. Why hadn't he realized then? Wait. You slept in his room. He froze. He was so stupid. Why did that realization have his heart beating faster? As if he was fighting some super tough villain. He'd put a blanket on you and everything then just passed out like it was normal that he hadn't been able to bring himself to wake you up. He'd been able to ignore the comfortable weighted blanket feeling that had settled inside him then. But now, understanding why- he covered his face with one hand, throwing his head back and groaning in frustration. If this is what having a crush did to you he'd been right, he did not want it.