𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 (ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ᴏᴄ)

Chapter 22

"𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖..."
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　"𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝔽𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣."　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
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Monday rolls around just as Kiyoko had finally finished cleaning the entire house fourteen times. Atsuya drove Ochako and I back to the dorms yesterday and truthfully- I can't be more happy to be away from that house.

Everyone just acted so stupid the second a little bit of alcohol entered their system. Including me. Ochako and I barely spoke since she practically confronted me in the shower, trying to tell me who I do and don't like...

She's right...

But I know that Katsuki doesn't like me, so I don't understand why she's even bringing it up. I won't let myself hang onto the hope she's trying to give me when I know that there's nothing there but a boy's hormonal thoughts.

Maybe he did just bite me that night. Maybe I wanted more because I was drunk and he told me to go away because it wasn't happening how he wanted it to. All that means is that he hasn't got what he wants from me yet. But once he does have it, he'll be done with me- throw me out like trash and never look my way again.

I just... No matter what I try to tell myself, nothing's going to make me stop feeling like this about him. And a part of me wants to just give him what he wants so he can go back to ignoring me, maybe then my heart will realise that it should stop yearning for Katsuki.

But... I can't bring myself to do it. Because truthfully, I don't want his attention to wane thin. I want this eyes to always stay on mine, his steps following after mine. I want him to be mine.

And even though I know that I don't want the same thing he does... I can't bring myself to stop wanting it.

So that's just it... I'll have to keep taunting him forever, never giving up that one thing he's after until he inevitably gets bored and finds a prettier girl to lust after. 

And maybe then, on the day he turns his attention to someone else... I can finally let go of this stupid crush I have on him.

I don't know what happened that night, and I don't really want to. All I remember is feeling good, then bad, then nauseous. And that's all I want to remember...

If I actually had a memory of Katsuki biting my skin, in my bed, with my sweatpants tossed to the side, only his pure will-power stopping us from taking things further... then I'd just drive myself mad with desire.

— Bakugou Katsuki POV —

I feel myself growing sweaty as that same memory resurfaces to the top of my brain once more. Not one second since it happened have I stopped thinking about it. Her voice, her fucking voice-

It drives me insane.

Her entire fucking being just makes me go nuts. And here I lay, my head shoved deeply into a pillow as I try to stop that same image of her on top of me from causing my body to become aroused yet again.

Three times. Three fucking times since five last night. I haven't slept. I've just been finding any way to satisfy that constant heat she burns into my stomach. Even now, it's all I'm thinking about. I hate that she was drunk, I hate that she had to ask where I slept that night. She should remember, she should have these tormenting memories like I do.