Supernova

Chapter Twenty Three - Did You Miss Me?

I woke up to the sound of an explosion in my right ear, and when I opened my eyes, there was a very red glare very close to my face. But the room was still dark, and more than that, warm. My brain was still telling me it was still time to sleep, so I lay back against the warmth and closed my eyes again.

"No fucking way," I heard close to my ear, as another small explosion sounded near the other one. "Wake the fuck up."

"It's too early," I whispered.

"I don't give a fuck," I heard back. "I have to go. Get the fuck off of me."

I opened my eyes again. As I pulled my face back, I saw that my arms had a tight grip on his neck and I must have had my face pressed up against him for most of the night. It's the same thing that used to happen with Elias in the beginning. As he moved, I realized the warmth on me was now shifting. After getting used to it over the night, I could feel the movement so clearly. Through our clothes even, which I could feel too. How interesting. Skin felt better than fabric, I thought to myself. But he was still glaring. When I let go, he wasted no time shaking me off and starting to rifle through drawers.

"I shook you for ten fucking minutes," he said, shaking his head. It made me smile. That was a lie for sure.

"I'm really more of an audio-visual type of person," I told him back, feeding him my own half lie. There was lingering warmth on the pillow when I pressed my cheek to it. Interesting, indeed.

"Get the fuck up," he instructed, pulling his shirt off and replacing it with a folded one that he pulled out of one of the drawers. "If I'm leaving, that means you are too."

"I won't look around at shit," I said, closing my eyes again. "See?"

"Damn right you won't," he said. "Because you won't be here."

"What the fuck are you being such a dick to me for?" My nose crumpled and I kicked the covers off me, leaving them a clump at the end of the bed.

"Would you just fucking leave?" He whispered harshly, almost desperately, motioning his hand to the door. I glared back at him, got to my feet, went over to the window, unlatched it, and pushed it open just far enough to let my body slip through. "Tch. What the fuck are you doing?"

"Leaving," I said sarcastically, my voice childish.

I gripped onto the frame of the window and passed my low-density body through the opening and onto the fire escape. I could see Bakugo's slightly surprised glare come over to the window with the rest of him, and I flipped him off as I pulled myself onto the roof. I walked swiftly over to my own fire escape, jumped onto it, and pried my window open. His head was leaned out his window and looking towards me, so I flipped him off again before I pulled myself into my own room and closed the window behind me.

Stupid dick. Some nerve he has asking me to leave like I'm some type of girl who's all obsessed with him or something like that.

I planned on actively avoiding and ignoring him out of defiance, and because he was on house arrest for four days after his fight with Midoriya, that was annoyingly easy to do. He didn't come to morning training with Kiri, he wasn't in class, and I had no recalibration to do, so after private tutoring, I went for long runs and solo training sessions until I got tired and went back to shower and sleep. He didn't try to talk to me even once in three days. Even though I was doing the same thing, I still found myself pissed off about the lack of opportunities he was giving me to show him that I was ignoring him.

On the fourth day, it was Midoriya who pulled me aside as I got out of the elevators. I was in my own world, beaming with pride that I was going to be on time for class for the fourth day in a row. He had been waiting for me, and the way he was crouched by one of the fake plants and whispered my name despite the fact that I saw him and his frantic waving, this was clearly a private conversation.