Paralyze |Bakugou Katsuki x Male!Reader|

15

Summer had already begun, but Aizawa had told us to not leave the country- more like don't leave Musutafu.

At the moment, I was about to head to Bakugou's house because that fool said something along the lines of 'You're the only one who's barely bearable' and how quiet I was.

"Mom, I'm going to Bakugou's house," I said to her as I walked by the kitchen towards the front door to put on my (shoes/boots).

"Honey," I looked over my shoulder, seeing my mother peek her head out of the kitchen door. "You've been staying so much with that boy, when can we meet him?" I felt my face heating up slightly at the sudden image of Bakugou meeting my family.

With the difference that we were dating in that image.

"Um... m-maybe after the training camp," she didn't seem content but smiled nonetheless.

"Well, have fun," I grinned at her and finished putting on my (shoes/boots), I stood up and walked out of my house.

On my way to the Bakugou residence, my mind started thinking and imagining. Lots of that thinking involved Bakugou, he and I confessing, going on dates, our first kiss, meeting my parents... I was basically in a love bubble, but the hard reality had to pop it making me remember how Bakugou didn't even like boys and how much of a coward I was to openly confess to him.

A depressed sigh got out of my mouth and I seriously thought of turning around and going back to my house to spend the rest of my day sulking like the depressed gay I am. But the Bakugou house got in my sight and the spiky-haired blond shouted at me through his window.

"It's open, asshole!" After his yell, I could clearly hear Mitsuki's yelling too.

"Katsuki, don't wake up and start screaming!" Their interaction made me chuckle as I walked to the front door and turned the knob slowly.

"Sorry for the intrusion," Masaru tore his eyes away from the TV and smiled at me.

"Hello again (M/n), how are you?" I smiled as I closed the door behind me.

"I'm fine, thank you." I took off my footwear and grabbed a pair of spare slippers to put on.

"Did I hear my future son-in-law's voice?" Mitsuki's words made me freeze on the spot and caused my entire body to heat up, I felt like was inside a stove being cooked.

"Dear, stop with that, you're making him uncomfortable," Masaru's sentence made the blonde woman scoff slightly and smile at me. She was gonna say something, but heavy steps stumping down the stairs echoed inside the house.

"Why are you taking so fucking long?!" Bakugou yelled as he walked to me and began dragging me upstairs by my wrist.

"Katsuki, I already told you to be nice to (M/n)!" He just groaned and ignored his mother's words, opening his bedroom door and getting us inside.

"That old hag should mind her own business," he grumbled as he threw himself on his bed, soon turning to look at me with his usual scowl. "You're gonna sit or what? We're gonna play some games and I'll finally beat your damn ass."

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Turns out, I was better than Bakugou in a videogame aspect too, and as soon as he lost another Mario Kart round, his body fell backwards on his bed. "I absolutely fucking hate you," I just giggled and poked his side. Immediately, he moved away. Since the day I tickled him, every time I would poke him he would get away from me and throw me some glares.

Glares that only made me want to play with his hair as if he were some cute little puppy.

I threw my hands up in an 'I'm innocent' way and he huffed.

"One more time, I'll beat you for sure this time," He sat correctly and grabbed his controller.

"Yeah, for sure, you've said that for the last five rounds," He pushed me and I almost fell from his bed.

"Shut up! I will win this time!" Right as he was about to hit the start button, his mother screamed something at us.

"Guys, there's a friend of yours here, come down!" I frowned at that and looked at Bakugou, he seemed confused too.

"Come on," his hand grabbed my shirt and I whined.

"Why do you always have to drag me everywhere? I can walk on my own, you're aware of that, right?" He shook his head and walked to the stairs.

"Don't care."

When we got to the living room, we saw Kirishima talking with Masaru.

"What're you doing here, Shitty Hair?" I jabbed Bakugou's rib, in my own way of saying 'Be nice'.

"Midoriya invited us all to go and train in the school's pool, wanna come?" The mere mention of the word 'pool' made me shiver and come up with thousands of outcomes at the thought of having to wear those tights swimming trunks.

I'm not a Free! character to be so confident in that piece of fabric.

So I immediately backed away, fake coughing and walking to the front door. "Ugh, sorry Eijiro-kun, I'm feeling a bit sick at the moment, *cough* *cough* I'm gonna go home," my feet dragged me in a 'tired and sick' way towards the front door, when a hand grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.

"You're not going anywhere," Bakugou's voice whispered hardly in my ear. That made me shiver again, but it was way more pleasant. "If he doesn't go, I won't go either," Kirshima smiled brightly and turned to look at me.

"You're coming, (M/n)?"

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"I can't believe you made me come," I muttered harshly at Bakugou, who smirked after he had put on his swimming trunk. I had my clothes on still since I told them that I didn't want to swim, whether I knew how or liked to, they didn't have to know.

"And I can't believe you almost let me alone with Shitty Hair," he chuckled and pushed me forward to walk. "Come on, you're gonna at least watch," Kirishima was waiting for us at the door and the three of us walked out. I saw all the boys and the girls here too.

My eyes landed on Todoroki's body, and I had to look away so I wouldn't have a nosebleed. He's so damn pretty, it's unfair.

I might like Bakugou, but I still have a pair of pretty good functional eyes.

It seemed like poor Midoriya had said something that made Bakugou mad -even though he always was- and his stumping walk towards him made the green-haired cinnamon roll get scared.

Cue a sigh getting past my lips.

I looked for a place to sit and I saw some of the boys covered in the shadow. My feet dragged me there.

After some talking, Iida came up with the idea of a 50-meter race to know who was the fastest of them. I wasn't sure if I would've won if I had participated, but meh, for now, I'll just enjoy the views I was granted of the guys and try to not look like a pervert if I just so happen to glance at the girls.