In another eyes. [ENG] [Dekubaku x OC]

twenty-five.

"Oh my-! Jeez, Bakugo, put something on!".

He laughs, walks to the cabinet and takes the towel, wrapping it around his hips. "Come on, curly, you've seen even my brain already."

I  roll my eyes, though I clearly laugh cuz he's absolutely right.

"You ready now or what?"

"Yeah, almost" I say, finishing putting on some lip gloss and fixing my skirt.

This is when he comes, sitting on the bed and grabbing the edge of the cloth, trying to pull it down. "Don't you think you show too much?"

I laugh, faking indignance, slapping his hand out of my uniform. "That's none of your business."

He opens his mouth, one eyebrow raised. "You are my business. I don't want any fucker looking at my business."

"Here you go with your jealousy scenes..."

He chuckles, he's always like this so it's kinda funny now for both. "I'm just saying, curly, one damn inch higher and I'd see you ass."

I sigh, big and dramatic. I know he doesn't mean to be rude or anything, he's actually been like this even since we were just friends. He always refuses to the idea of me catching all the attention, especially if it's about my body.

"You know what Deku said yesterday?"

He frowns, confused by the sudden question. "What?"

"He saw my skirt too, and said" And I use a dirty voice; "'Dawmn bro, looking good in the school skirt, huh?' Then he took the fabric and pulled it up, and he was like 'come on, a little higher, I want everyone to see how good's my meal'."

He bursts out laughing, and his immediate response is wrapping his arms around my waist, to pull me close to him. "I fucking knew it looked shorter today, that damn bastard..."

Now I laugh. "That wasn't the point!"

"I know! I want you to not be seen and that fucker wants to show you as a trophy, it pisses me off."

"I am a trophy, I should be treated like something to be proud of."

"I am proud of my woman" He says, confident, sure and with eyes totally into mine. "I am, and you know that. But you know what I also am? A jealous."

I huff, half amused half in love with that too. "You know? I like your jealousy and all that, but.., I don't know, I sometimes feel like you blame me for being seen..."

"I know it's not your fault, curly" He murmurs, shaking his head, "You're clearly a precious woman, I would never blame you for it. I just... I don't like knowing some bastard can look at you and have you in their head in four or something."

"I know" I whisper, nodding, chuckling. "No boyfriend would like that, but you can't get into everyone's minds either, Bakugo. I'm not doing anything wrong, and.., if by any chance I get to see someone staring at me way too much or way too bad, you know I wouldn't even need your help to break their nose. I am always looking for being respected, you know that yourself."

He sighs, he looks resigned with it. "Ok, ok. Wear the skirt however you want, and if someone makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know so I can take them while you break their nose, okay?"

I chuckle, nodding satisfied, going down to finish this mess with a kiss on his lips.

However, it certainly never gets to be just one. His hands push me onto the bed with him, to kiss me deeper and for a little bit more of time.

However, we can't stay in here all the morning, and when his hands start to touch me a little further, I force myself to pull away. "We gonna be late for school!"