KARMA ๏ KATSUKI BAKUGO

those crimson red eyes

As the weekend came around, Eri and you spent the whole day together. You watched two Disney movies, tried to make cookies and failed until Sato came and helped out, you read a book to her and then just played 'pretend' with her until she fell asleep on the couch.

You were 100% not on the couch as well, also asleep. Nope. Not you.

It was almost 9pm on a Sunday, so most of the class took an early night for the next day. Aizawa most likely slept through the time he was meant to go and get Eri and take her back to the teacher's dorm. 

One boy, in particular, was tossing and turning. Finally when he had enough of his endless sleeplessness, he got up and moved down to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water before returning back to his room. That didn't go as planned.

As Bakugo entered the common room, he noticed the living room lamp was still on and he could see Eri and you sleeping on the couch. He blinked for a moment before going to get his glass of water.

From behind the back of the couch, he could see your arm hanging off. Putting his glass down, he contemplated his decisions, but ending up making one. As quietly as he could so he wouldn't wake either of you two, he walked over to the couch.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and upper arm shake you slightly. You woke up and brought your hand to your face, wiping your eyes and opening them. You looked up to see Bakugo in the light of a nearby lamp. Your eyes narrowed down from the unwanted light, you also saw Eri peacefully sleeping besides you. Carefully, you got up and gestured to Bakugo to followed you.

You walked over to the kitchen and looked back at the couch before looking into Bakugo's eyes...his pretty, gorgeou- No, stop it.

"What time is it?" You asked in a whisper, leaning to him slightly and feeling blood rush to your cheeks, so you leant back.

He opened his phone and flipped the device around to you. 9:43pm.

"Damn..." You were slightly impressed. "You stayed up past your bed time?"

He didn't look very impressed. "Funny."

"I know right, I'm a comedian." You wiggled your eyebrows.

Bakugo but the inside of his cheek, breathing in and sighing in a somehow angry manner. He didn't look you in your eyes, in fact, he looked anywhere but. You no this reaction. Of course, you expected one, but this was a genuinely pissed off Bakugo you were seeing.

"Bakugo?" You touched his arm. "Are you okay."

"Jesus." He mumbled as he ran a hand through his hair, he then started to walk away and you were even more confused. He was mumbling things you could hear.

"Bakugo, what's wrong?" You were a little more urgent now. "Is your arm okay?"

"I'm fine, it's-" he cut himself off, stopping at the fridge. "Fucking hell Y/n."

The way he said your name just shit electricity through your veins. He could do nothing and yet the hold he hand on you without even trying.

"Bakugo, why are you-"

"You." There was a glare in his eyes. "You are something else, you know that?"

"Excuse me?" You furrowed your brows, utterly confused.

"Every single time I think- you just change, again and again and again." He was making any sense. "It's getting fucking annoying since..."

"The hell are you talking about? I'm the one that's annoying?" You weren't going to let him insult you like that. "Why don't we talk about you for a change?"