bowser bakugou x reader x wet bowser

chapter 14 *ೃ༄

(y/n) woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. the sunlight cascaded onto her (s/c) skin, a gentle breeze tickling her hair through the open window. she sat up, stretching and readjusting her pink silk pyjama top.

she walked downstairs, opening the fridge to find her favourite breakfast, crepes with nutella and strawberries. as she began making her morning coffee, she heard a knock at the door.

who could that be? (y/n) thought, before she suddenly remembered her and kathy's previous conversation from the night before, wait, could it be... bowser bakugou?

(y/n) walked towards the door, hoping he wouldn't notice she was still in her pyjamas. she noticed the shadow of a large figure in the glass pane of the door. she opened the door excitedly to greet her friend.

"bowser bakugou, i wasn't expecting yo-" (y/n) cut herself off as she felt her throat go dry, "oh, it you."

(y/n)'s whole demeanour instantly changed, her voice full of hostility as she glared at wet bowser. she noticed the bouquet of red roses in his hand that were beginning to wilt.

"this was a sign i shouldn't have come," he muttered to himself, before he turned around and began to walk off.

"wait a minute," (y/n) crossed her arms, interested in what he had to say, "if you think that getting me flowers is going to fix anything, you're dead wrong."

wet bowser stopped in his tracks, and reluctantly turned around to meet (y/n)'s harsh gaze again. he opened his mouth to speak, however no words came out. (y/n) noticed the way the roses in his hand were shaking ever so slightly. wait, could it be that he's nervous? she thought to herself, before shaking her head, that's definitely not his style.

"how did you know where i lived, anyway?"

"i didn't," he replied, "i just knocked on every door in the neighbourhood until i found yours."

(y/n)'s gaze softened ever so slightly at the statement, she couldn't remember the last time anyone had put in this much effort for her. her eyes drifted back to the
wilting roses in his hand, just how long had he spent looking for her house? she knew this alone wasn't enough for her to forgive wet bowser, but due to the fact he had gone this far just to apologise to her, she felt like said apology would be sincere if she gave him a chance to explain himself.

(y/n) snapped out of her thoughts when she heard wet bowser clear his throat nervously. surely it wouldn't hurt to at least hear him out, right?

"uh, would you..." she hesitated, "would you like to come in for a coffee?"

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the two sat in silence at the kitchen island. the coffee machine whirred in the background, and neither of them wanted to be the first to break the silence. (y/n) had barely touched her breakfast, feeling too nervous to eat. is he going to say something? she thought to herself, repressing the urge to sigh.

"so-"

"i-"

wet bowser and (y/n) spoke at the same time, before they both cut themselves off. they made eye contact with each other, before they started to laugh at the awkward atmosphere. before either of them could say anything else, the coffee machine beeped, signalling the coffee was ready.

as (y/n) got up from her seat to pour each of them a cup, wet bowser finally spoke.

"so, uh, about the party," he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "i wanted to apologise for what i said, y'know, in the morning..."

this really isn't like him, (y/n) thought as she handed him his cup of coffee, does apologising really make him this nervous?

wet bowser explained to (y/n) about how he had only said those things to her because he struggled to show his vulnerability in front of others, especially since he was well known as one of the best street racers in musutafu. he talked about how he found it hard to open up to others about his feelings, and how even bringing himself to apologise for what he did wrong was so foreign to him.

(y/n) listened so intently, she didn't even touch her coffee. she had never expected wet bowser to open up to her like this, it almost left her speechless.

"i know this doesn't excuse what i did, but i hope in time you'll be able to forgive me."

"wet bowser..." (y/n) put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"also, about the kiss," wet bowser continued, noticing how (y/n) blushed as soon as he mentioned it, "do you still want to explain the situation to bowser bakugou? i'll do it if that's what you want."

"...no," (y/n) said softly, "i think it's okay."

aside from the fact she and bowser bakugou had already made up, there was also another reason (y/n) declined his offer. as silly as it sounded, she knew that wet bowser explaining the situation to bowser bakugou would imply that he thought the kiss they shared meant nothing, and (y/n) was still holding onto some sort of hope that it did.

as much as she cared for bowser bakugou, she couldn't deny that she still felt some sort of way for wet bowser as well. (y/n) was truly conflicted, bowser bakugou had not only saved her life, but the pair of them had grown up together, and she felt like she could truly be herself around him. wet bowser on the other hand had practically made her childhood a living hell, and on top of that he was responsible for her being kicked out of her dream school.

however, seeing this new side to him, not only at the party, but right now as he wore his heart on his sleeve, she couldn't deny the feelings she had for him.

"also, uh... this is so dumb..." wet bowser paused, clearing his throat as he felt his face heat up, "but in the morning... when you said you wanted to clear things up with bowser bakugou... i can't deny that it made me jealous."

"wait, what?"

"listen, i know with how i used to treat you, and with everything that happened at UA... i know i can't expect you to have feelings for me," he continued, "but it just hurt that straight after kissing me you wanted to tell bowser bakugou that it meant nothing. you were always so close with him and he was always there for you when i used to bully you. i can't lie, i only did that because i liked you and i was jealous because you liked bowser bakugou-"

"i didn't like bowser bakugou," (y/n) blurted out, which stopped his rambling.

"wait, y-you didn't?"

(y/n) wasn't sure what she was even saying anymore. while she always did have a bit of a crush on bowser bakugou, wet bowser had just put all his cards out on the table, and she couldn't deny how flattering it was to have him put his bad boy exterior aside and be vulnerable with her.

"i-i liked you!" it may have been a white lie, but wet bowser didn't need to know that.

"really?" wet bowser's eyes widened, "even after how i treated you?"

"yes," she whispered.

"do you still... feel the same way?"

before (y/n) could answer him, mr spencer walked into the kitchen. he noticed the close proximity between his daughter and the unknown male beside her.

"i hope i'm not interrupting anything," he said, which made (y/n) blush.

"no! we were just-"

"it's nice to meet you, sir," wet bowser said, getting up from his chair to shake his hand.

"is this your boyfriend, (y/n)?"

"what?!" (y/n) shrieked, "dad, no! we haven't even been on a date or anything!"

"uh, about that," wet bowser rubbed the back of his neck, deciding to put his pride aside and risk the chance of rejection, "are you free saturday? i'd love to take you out, if it's okay with your dad, of course."

(y/n) sat there with her mouth agape, looking back and forth between wet bowser and mr spencer. she watched as her dad gave wet bowser a pat on the back and a nod, before he walked out of the room and left the pair of them alone. (y/n) snapped back into reality, noticing how wet bowser was shifting nervously on his feet as he awaited her answer.

"yes," she finally replied, "i'd love to."