cloud 9 - shouto x reader

2. pushing your luck

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i have this dream that i am hitting my dad with a baseball bat
and he is screaming and crying for help
and i believe that yeah, dad, maybe no one is perfect
but i believe that you are pushing your luck

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You have to drag yourself out of bed the next morning. After a long, hard day of your parents selling you, you all but passed out the moment your head hit the pillow. Now, though, with your alarm blaring, you wish you'd set aside some time to process—not that your morning bus ride isn't therapeutic in its own right.

So far, the only processing you've managed to do is thinking What the fuck and I'm just not gonna marry him repeatedly. You attempt to plan a way out of this, too, but there's just so much you don't understand. Are they going to try to marry you two right now? Or are they waiting for you both to become adults? Once you're adults, what are they going to do to make sure you marry him? Even if they force you down the aisle next week, how are they gonna stop you from getting it annulled the second you're considered a legal adult?

Then you remember how you got into this situation: money. If he's bribing my parents, he'll probably bribe anyone he needs to. Who the fuck let this super villain ass dude become the number two hero?

You take a seat at your desk behind Midoriya's, silently cursing yourself for only remembering now that you sit so close to Todoroki. Just don't look at him, you think to yourself, pen tapping against the desk without rhythm. He probably doesn't wanna talk about it either. Let's just live our lives the way we were before—pretend we're just acquaintances until we graduate, and then once we're adults we're free! Though that's a pretty lame plan—

"Fucking stop that," Bakugo roars suddenly, snatching your pen out from your hand.

"Hey—!"

"The fuck's wrong with you?" He asks harshly, glaring down at you from beside your desk. You huff and reach for your stolen item, but he holds it far out of your reach. "You've been sulking since the ceremony."

Curse you and your observational skills, Bakugo. "Aw, are we friends?" You coo, tilting your head as you tease him. It earns you a pen thrown at your head. You yelp, rubbing the spot where it hit you exaggeratedly as Bakugo grumbles all the way back to his seat.

"Shut the fuck up already," he growls, and you only laugh as you lean over to pick your pen back up.

"He's kinda got a point, though," Mina says, taking a seat at Midoriya's desk since he's not yet here. She sits backwards, like a teacher trying and failing to be cool, and rests her head on her folded arms on the back of the chair. "You seemed pretty upset yesterday and now you're zoning out." She's hitting you with the puppy dog eyes—Curse her....

"First of all, bold of you to assume that my natural state isn't zoned out," you say, shooting her a pointed look. She doesn't laugh, too worried for you. Curse you and your kindness, Mina. "And secondly, I'm fine. Just got some... weird family stuff going on—And I can't talk about it." You tack that last part on at the end when you notice her itching to speak.

She pouts, not speaking for a few moments. "Fine," she says finally, looking mildly disappointed still. "You don't have to tell me, but I'm here for you if you need it!" The way she says it sounds kind of like a threat, so you laugh.

"Thanks, Mina." You glance over her shoulder, finding Bakugo watching and listening intently. He is way nicer than you'd think, you muse. He's just physically incapable of speaking nicely. "And thank you, too, Bakugo, for worrying."