Bakugo x Lore 🍋 (Bakugo x OC)

Chapter- 6 Feelings

Bakugo walked out his parents' front door with Lore right behind her. Her fingers were flying over the keyboard of her phone. When they got outside, she fake sobbed. 

"This is still all your fault Katsuki!"

"I don't care. Bitch all you want. You know you liked last night."

She blushed and remained silent for a moment as she replied to the flurry of text messages she was getting. "Yeah well, I guess we're lucky he didn't actually tell Enji about the whole thing."

"I thought he did?"

"You reading through my texts while I sleep now?" she teased as she elbowed him in the stomach playfully. 

"Hey, a good hero collects as much information as they can."

"Do not tell me you just gave me a hero excuse! I'm a hero too big guy."

He looked over her shoulder as she texted with Pappa Enji 💝💝.

"Oi, what emojis do you have next to my name?"

"Ummmm, I don't think I have any," she replied honestly as she scrolled through her contacts. She found his and said, "Yep. I don't have any."

Ground Zero 

"You have me in by my hero name? What the fuck Curls?!" He snatched her phone away from her and held it high above her head. 

"Hey! Don't be a bully! Give that back."

He accessed his contact and changed it to 🖤 Katsuki 🖤. He tossed it back down to her, and she giggled. 

"No no no! you don't get the black hearts."

"What the fuck? WHY NOT? You kissed me. I get hearts."

"Not the black ones," she cackled to some inside joke he clearly didn't know. 

Feeling a spark of jealousy he demanded, "Who has the black hearts?"

He expected some coy game. Some cute flirting or withholding of information. All the girls in his past had played games with his head never being truthful. He knew he was possessive, and while he and Lore weren't in a relationship he hated the idea of her dating or flirting with another guy. 

However, he was beginning to realize he could expect nothing from the woman before him. She turned her phone to him. "It's for Hitoshi!" Hitoshi🖤🍆👾😈.

he clenched his fists by his side. "The fuck. Why does he have the dick emoji? You fucking him?!"

"Hitoshi? Nope! We've been friends since I was really little. We were next-door neighbors. I made the contact in middle school long before I knew it was a penis. Now it just kind of remains a joke between us."

Why does that name sound familiar? He shook his head to ward off the confusing thoughts. Instead, he pressed, "So you've never fucked him?"

Without a hint of dishonesty, she chirped, "Nope. I've seen his dick once, but I guarantee you that was a scarring experience that neither of us wants to repeat." She looked up at his face and smiled. "Based on that scowl, you want to know. He was in high school, I was in middle school. He was learning some new capture weapon or something. I don't know why on earth he'd be practicing in his boxers, but I walked into his room without knocking. He was caught up in his own scarf, and my unannounced entrance scared the life out of him. We both screamed, he fell down, and I could see his dick poking out from under his boxers." She giggled so hard she snorted. "We couldn't face each other for dayyys!!"