Misuse of Power (Yandere My Hero Academia x F!Reader Oneshots)

Hate That I Love You Part 2 (Bakugou Katsuki)

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Title: Hate That I Love You (Part 2)

Pairings: Bakugou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, physical harm towards reader

Summary: Hating you would be easier than what Bakugou feels.

"And I hate how much I love you, girl

I can't stand how much I need you

And I hate how much I love you, girl

But I just can't let you go

But I hate that I love you so."

-from "Hate That I Love You" by Rhianna

Bakugou couldn't bring himself to throw away the Heroes Weekly magazine. Not when it had you featured on the cover and centerfold.

Of all things you could wear, why a swimsuit edition?

It doesn't help that he'd taken to following you around like a lovestruck fanboy whenever you were on patrol and he wasn't.

He wanted to show you how pissed off at you he was- hurt you like your words had hurt him.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do so.

And maybe he could've been fine. He could've taken time to cool his head and get a hold on himself again.

If you hadn't been assigned his sidekick for a full week.

He knew on the first day he wouldn't make it long. He even considered calling out sick, because he sure felt sick. His stomach was in knots when he got close to you and he felt like he might throw up all over your iron-toed boots.

He had grown weak.

On your fourth patrol with him, he remembered what you had said about him not too long ago and decided to question you about it.

"I don't remember saying that, sorry."

You were so infuriating he wanted to strangle you right there and then. But he'd continue on, palms sweating and a blush constantly heating his cheeks, because he wouldn't give in to these asinine feelings.

Bakugou's a strange guy.

You couldn't help but feel ashamed that he'd overheard you talking bad about him to other heroes. That was definitely not something you wanted to end up in the papers. You could see the headline now "Drama between two well-known heroes..."

There wasn't any drama between you, though. He hated you equally as much as everyone else, if you could judge his glares and gruff orders correctly. Maybe a little more than that, since you had a feeling he didn't approve of quirkless people trying to become heroes.

The muscular pro hero was storming away... in the wrong direction. Letting out an annoyed huff, you called out to him and waved him over. If the lightning wasn't so dim, you probably could have seen the blush spreading up his cheeks at your call.

"We were asked to go north, remember?" You were impatient, yes, but it wouldn't be anything ruder than what Bakugou had to say to you every time he opened his mouth.

"Fuck that, we're going south."

You threw your arms up in the air, exasperated, "And why the hell are we going to do that?"

He glared back at you with blazing red eyes. His gaze was so fierce you were a little afraid you might spontaneously combust.

"Fine, fine, we'll go south. Geez..." You reluctantly followed the explosive hero, knowing full well he wouldn't listen to you anyways. It was easier to pretend you had a say than fight him on it and lose.

You followed him a ways, chewing on your lip in boredom. There wasn't anything down this way and, if you got called to help, you'd both have to rush extra fast north. This was stupid. He was stupid. Why did you agree to help his stupid agency?

"Ladies first," Bakugou said, mockingly gesturing towards a dark alleyway. Confusion and light suspicion clouded your mind. Why was he suddenly telling you to go ahead? Was he going to ditch you? Was he actually scared to go down a silly alley?

"Fine," you scoffed,squeezing by him into the narrow alleyway, listening for the sound of him following you. It didn't come and you started to turn around to yell at him to hurry up!

One of Bakugou's small grenades came skittering down, rolling across your feet. You barely had a second to recoil in surprise before blinding light shocked your vision and your ears began to ring.

A flash grenade? What the hell?

You wanted to yell at him, but the sound in your ears was making your head spin. And your vision literally hurt.

Something made contact with the back of your head and your vision went from white to black, Bakugou catching you before your legs buckled too much. He swung your body up and over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

"Serves you right, lying to me," he snorted, looking apprecaitively at your unconscious body.

Maybe he liked it better when you couldn't talk back.