KARMA ๏ KATSUKI BAKUGO

mansplains, manipulate or manslaughter

After the day had ended and Eri got her candy apple that Midoriya made, you and the class finished packing up every the was left in the gym, you were all walking back and chatting to each other. You were having a fairly civilised conversation with Momo about which kind of tea is the richest in taste when a pack of tiny legs came scampering passed you.

"Beep, beep, coming through!" Mineta yelled out as he ran off and bumped into you as he ran, knocking your knee in and making you fall on them. 

"Asshole!" You scoffed and yelled at him as you picked yourself and the box of streamers off the flooor. "Fucking stubby ass bitch..."

"Oh, Y/n." Momo gasped slightly. "Your knee is bleeding!"

"Oh, for fucks sake." You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Just simply because I was on house arrest because of my knee a few weeks ago, doesn't mean my knee is going to be ble- oh hey, look at that."

Your knee was in fact bleeding. The little purple shit was going to get an ass whooping. You wiped the blood away and carried on walking to the dorms, Momo, who was getting worried made sure you were going to fix yourself up, and you just found her dramatic.

"Just clean the wound and place a bandage on it. We can't get it infected." She was caring, but a little pushy.

"I know, I know." You rolled your eyes. "It's a light graze, there is barely any blood."

"Blood? What?" Kirishima just had to bud into the conversation. "Oh! Your knee, it's-"

"Bleeding? Yes I know. I will fix it, I'm not stupid." You sarcastically smiled at him. "Just let me get to the place I need to fix it first."

They didn't. They almost forced themselves to carry you inside. You managed to escape their grasp and head to the kitchen where you could find the medical drawer. You set the box of streamers down on the counter and opened the drawer.

You didn't even hear his footsteps coming up behind you. "Shitty hair said you were bleeding."

You turned calmly, even though his sudden appearance should've made you flinch. "Yeah, but I'm fine it's just a graze."

He took the box out of your hand and pushed you out of the way. You stepped away, hands still up like a dinosaur and looking confused at him. "Ummm....?"

He audibly rolled his eyes and pointed to the counter, hitting it twice and going back to the box, fishing things out of it. You shifted your eyes over to the counter, the back to the boy in front of you.

After seeing that you did nothing, Bakugo dropped the things in his hands, turned on his heel and forced you to sit on the counter. Still highly confused, though gaining some realisation over the moment, you just watched silently as Bakugo set out rubbing alcohol and a bandage and some weird cooling gel thing

When he closed the drawer, he looked forward, then doubling over to where you were. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your legs, pulling you over. Ignoring the fact he grabbed your thing and leg, you were concentrating very hard on not to go red or vomit your heart as it was practically playing Caravan.

He had his eyes focused on your knee, twisting off the lid of the rubbing alcohol and putting a bit on a makeup wipe , then twisting the cap back on. He glanced at you for a moment. "Don't yank your knee away."

He dapped the alcohol on your knee, you hissed in the cold feeling and the small stinging feeling, but you stopped and relaxed into his touch. He went on with the cooling gel and then the bandage. Neither of you speaking, but a lot was said.

As Bakugo gently -gently- placed the bandage on your knee and smoothed it out, he looked back at you and you both froze. There was very little space left. Nose just centimetres from touching and eyes digging into each other's.
You didn't break eye contact, but you knew there wasn't a person left in the room. The hallway too quiet for your class. Just the two of us.

When he looked at you, you just simply forgot how to breath. He's pretty red eyes shined like rubies in the light and his hair was slightly deflated from the day. His lips, slightly apart. His lips.

Closer.

You never meant to, but your moved went closer to his, your breath still held as if the air was toxic around him. Intoxicating. He glanced down at your lips and-

Your hand moved and knocked over the box of streamers, making them fall off the bench and make a loud noise, startling you and Bakugo to jump away from each other. You heard someone clear their throat and you turned wide eyed towards the common room.

You saw Kirishima in your blind spot, his leaning against the frame work of the wall with a smirk on his face. "Having fun?"

Bakugo erupted out of his spot and chased Kirishima down. Doing nothing about the screams and cries for help, you looked down at your knee -an action that was too familiar with you - and you closed your eyes.

"Oh." You couldn't think of anything else to say, but your mind started to chase wild at the thoughts in your brain. This wasn't anything like you. You don't get nervous or have your heart beat out of your chest like it's playing George of the jungle. You don't understand why Bakugo made you feel-  "Oh...."

I like him. I like Bakugo. You looked up, breathing out a long breath. I don't think I can mansplain, manipulate or manslaughter my way out of this one.

You leaned back, your back lying against the counter. And you cracked your knuckles, accepting it.
"Malewife it is."

Kirishima in the corner of the room