heather. - k. bakugo

08

"oh my god, you're actually so funny, katsu!" heather laughed, so loudly you could hear her from five tables down.

she had taken a seat at katsuki's table, the empty one you had been eyeing for months.

not once did katsuki ask if you wanted to sit next to him, but as soon as she comes along, she gets first grabs? you were his girlfriend for crying out loud.

you leaned your head on the palm of your hand and sighed, looking down at your sad lunch table, the only person accompanying it was yourself.

you looked up once again, to see what you-know-who was doing, she was smiling at katsuki, and he was smiling right back at her.

what a great boyfriend he was.

"ahh--?!" you yelled in agony when you felt a hand slap the back of your head, hard.

so hard you had to rub your hands over your hair to soothe the throbbing pain,

"relax, it's just me, y/n." you heard the nonchalant voice that belonged to your friend.

"how can you expect me to be relaxed after some weirdo hit the back of my head out of nowhere! 'relax' ... the nerve of some people.." you muttered, before stuffing a spoonful of curry and rice in your mouth.

"wow, not even an hello? how have you been? why, aren't you a great best friend! miss 'i haven't seen my best friend in nearly 2 weeks and yet still i have the nerve to be rude—"

"okayokay I'm sorry, now pleaseshutup.." you cut him off quickly, stealing a quick glance at katsuki, who looked oh so interested in whatever the heck heather was saying.

"oh now i get it! mr. player boy has a new toy to play with? is that why you're upset?" he asked while sliding into the empty seat in front of you.

"kind of.." you muttered, in which your best friend replied with an annoyed hum, and helped himself to a bite of your lunch, using your spoon.

"where's your lunch?" you scrunched your eyebrows at hitoshi, he shrugged his shoulders in response, "i forgot to make one today, and i really don't wanna eat from the cafeteria.. especially since miss nagotomei's working today.." he shivered, looking in the lunch ladies direction.

"seriously hitoshi, what's your deal with miss nagotomei? she's so nice."

"not to me she isn't, even though i did absolutely nothing to her." he frowned. before sighing dramatically. "i swear, it's like she has some kind of vendetta against me!"

"whatever, you can just eat my lunch, then." you flicked your hand in the direction of your bento.

"seriously? you don't want any at all?" he looked at you suspiciously.

"i wasn't feeling that hungry anyway, now go eat and leave me alone." you folded your arms on the table and laid on them.

"okay.." he took your my melody utensils and started eating happily without a fight, since your cooking was what he called "top notch" or, whatever.

every once in a little while, he would glance at you, to see how you were doing. though your mood didn't improve at all.

he finished your bento quickly, tying it up neatly with your sanrio ribbon and placing it gently in your bag.