Flirtation | A Bakugo & Uraraka Story Pt5

CHAPTER 9: GUYS NIGHT

Uraraka

I sat down, tucking my legs under me and began to watch the screen. The game was racing cars on a bazar track with items to grab and use against other players. It looked simple enough to learn. I glanced over at everyone to watch their reactions to the game. 

Kaminari and Kirishima were both laying on the bed, on their stomachs, playing the game while Sero sat on the floor between Todoroki and Bakugo. I was temped to climb into the hammock he had by the window, but it was covered with laundry. Boys… Instead, I just made myself comfortable in the corner. 

Close to Bakugo.

I wanted to sit closer to him, but with the events of earlier today, I was nervous. Did he notice how much that pickup line game affected me? Did anyone else notice? Was anyone getting the wrong idea? 

What idea am I even thinking about?? 

Ugh, I’m overthinking again… 

The chaos in the room pursued. The guys were so into their game that my nerves started to relax with all the ridiculous banter.

“Yes!” 

“Mother—”

“Oh, I’m in second! Here we go!”

“Dammit!” 

I couldn’t even tell who was who on the screen… 

“Come back here, Sero.” Kaminari baited, “I got something for ya.”

“How are you so far behind??” Sero asked, checking the status of all the cars. 

“I keep hitting the stupid traps Bakugo keeps laying down!” He growled. 

“How do you keep getting that many??” Kirishima chimmed in. 

“How are all of you idiots so bad at the game?!” He responded. 

“Yup, terrible.” Sero nodded, using an attack to buck Bakugo’s car off the track to gain first place. 

“FUCK!”

Sero burst out laughing as Bakugo franticly spammed the button on the controller and leaning forward seriously. Sero’s and Bakugo’s cars bumped each other on the track before they both passed the finish line. Sero won. 

“YOU’RE GOING TO DIE THIS NEXT RACE, TAPE BITCH!” 

Sero shrugged, “It’s Todoroki’s turn. Give your controller to Uraraka so she can play.” 

Bakugo glanced at me, almost forgetting I was there. His tense body relaxed, and he gently offered the controller to me as he leaned back against the bed. I took the controller while watching the game quickly flip-flopping through menu and loading screens. I did a quick scan of the buttons and knobs in my hands while the guys yacked about their car choices. 

Bakugo was watching the screen, grimacing about losing. He shook up his hair before sticking his hands in his pockets. 

The guys wouldn’t notice, right?

I took a secret breath before stealthily scootching closer to him, acting like I was getting a better view of the screen. After feeling my arm touch his, I lifted the controller to him and asked, “What are the controls?” 

He pointed at the certain buttons, already in a better mood, “This is your gas, your brake, boost, use an item on someone ahead of you, set a trap behind you, and hold this down to drift corners.” 

“Kay.”

He mentioned, “Right when the timer goes down, hit boost and it’ll shoot you forward. Stupid hair forgets to do it a lot so you can get ahead of him easy.”