𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥

A few days have passed since that fateful night. You haven't gone to school since. Instead, you've been staying home with your mom, letting her take care of you, and trying to live this whole thing down.

You're sure the rumors are all over school by now, especially considering the three how attacked you were arrested. You don't want to think about it. You've had a hard time doing anything besides lying in bed, going on your phone, and watching tv.

Your mom keeps on trying to get you to go to therapy or a school counselor of some kind, but you can't. You don't want to talk about it with anyone, you doubt it'll make you feel better. It'll just make you feel more embarrassed and ashamed.

The only person you've been able to talk to about it is Bakugo. He was there, he saw what happened, and it feels like he's the only person who truly understands it. You've gotten extremely close to him over the past couple of days, texting and calling him, sometimes crying to him about it, or talking about something completely different.

He's pretty easy to talk to. And you're realizing he's one of your closest friends at the moment. Although, you're pretty sure you want to be more than friends with him.

Once you get enough motivation to get out of bed, you go downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat. A part of you expects your mother to be there, making you something, but then you remember she has to go back to work today.

You let out a long sigh at the dreadful realization that you're going to be alone today. You don't want to be alone right now, with your thoughts and everything...you don't think you can do it.

So, you call Bakugo instead, as you grab some cereal and milk, and pour yourself a bowl. After two rings, he picks up. "Hey."

"Hii, do you know what day it is?" You ask, balancing the phone on your shoulder as you bring the cereal over to the couch. "Did you seriously call me just to ask that?"

"Noo, I have other stuff I want to say. But just tell me first." He sighs softly in annoyance, making you grin.

"It's Saturday. Now, what do you want?" He asks grumpily. "Oh, it's Saturday? Perfect. Are you free today?"

"Yeah, why?" He asks, trying to mask his excitement.

"Well, my Mom went to go work, and I'm bored and alone. So could you, maybe keep me company? You don't have to if you don't want. I know it probably sounds like charity work-"

"Shut up, I'll do it." He interrupts you. "And it's not charity work. I like hanging out with you, even if you annoy the shit out of me. When do you want me to come over?"

You can't help but smile at that. But then, you realize how shitty you look right now. You need to get ready.

"Uhm, how about thirty minutes, or an hour? Whichever you prefer." You offer.

"I'll be there in twenty-five."

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After a quick shower and a new change of clothes, you're ready. You're dressed in an oversized shirt and short shorts. It's casual and appropriate for lounging around, which is what you plan on doing.

The two of you are just going to hang around and watch a movie or something, so why do you feel so nervous?

Seeing Bakugo's car pulling up into the driveway only intensifies the butterflies in your stomach. You can't sit still, and the next thing you know, you're walking over to the door, seeing him standing there.

"Bakugo!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into an awkward, overexcited hug. Still, he returns the action, wrapping his arms around the small of your back and pulling you close.

Despite the hug lasting all of ten seconds, you feel like your whole body is on fire, especially the parts where he touched you. "It's nice seeing you again. I missed you."

"Missed you too, dumbass. How are you feeling?" He spoke in a strangely affectionate tone, which you aren't used to. You like it.

"Better, I think I'll be feeling up to going to school next week. Here, why don't you come in?" You step to the side, letting him into your home.

"Don't rush yourself. When you feel like you're truly ready, then you should go." He replies, stepping inside. "Yeah, I know, I'm just impatient. I wanna hang out with you and Kiri again. It's so boring at home and I like going to school." 

Bakugo stands in the living room, spotting the popcorn you have on the table, and two bowls of your favorite candies. Like always, you have everything ready.

He sits down on the couch, and you follow after him, fidgeting nervously. "So, uh, what do you want to watch? I have Netflix, and I've been so bored that I've started binging Breaking Bad. Are there any movies you have in mind?"

"I don't care. As long as it's not some shitty romcom or musical." Bakugo shrugs apathetically.

Anxiously, you shift through the movies, trying to find something that both you and he will like. He watches as you hesitate, between movie choices before growing impatient and snatching the controller from your hands.

"If it's gonna take you that long to pick, I might as well choose one myself." He mutters grumpily,  randomly picking a movie and pressing play.

A good thirty minutes go by and the two of you are watching IT. You've jumped a few times when things have jumped out at you. Bakugo laughs when you get scared. You get mad and glare at him for it, sometimes even hitting him.

It's not long until the two of you are sitting close to each other, and you're leaning on his chest, while he has an arm wrapped around you. You can hardly focus on the movie now, as you feel him trace soothing circles into your arm with his thumb.

You can feel your heart hammering in your chest, his touch making your body grow hot, and sending a shiver down your spine. He's so close to you, and he smells so nice.

After you manage to calm your panicked thoughts, you pull away, finally finding your voice. "Hey, uh Bakugo?"

"Yeah?" He asks, an unreadable expression on his face. You swallow thickly.

"I just wanted to say thanks for being my friend and all. I know we have our fights and stuff, but you're the only one who's stuck with me through everything. I appreciate it, and I really appreciate what you did for me that night."

He just smirked back at you, reaching over and pinching your cheek. "You don't have to thank me, moron. I'm just looking out for you."

The playful gesture turns into something a lot more intimate when he softly caresses your cheek, staring deeply into your eyes. You squirm slightly under his gaze, but you find yourself unable to look away.

He gazes down at your lips before looking up at you. You look at his lips as well, realizing what's happening.

You both close the small gap between you, pressing your lips to one another's.