My Little Brat BakugoxReader

Chapter 42: His & Hers

"Alright, Bakugo, thank you for that!" Mirio said, wiping away his tears. "I didn't expect it to be so sentimental." He sniffled.

Meanwhile, Kaminari's eyes bulged out of his head. Only the bakusquad knew who bakugo was referring to. "No way!" He mumbled under his breath.

Sero's eyes, on the other hand, darted to you, and you could tell the anticipation was just killing him.

Mina bit down on her lip, smiling and glancing at kirishima. They looked like proud parents with their huge grins.

"Bakugo? A love poem? Nobody expected that!" Tsu added, tilting her head.

You stayed silent, still standing up. What were you supposed to say. You stared at the blond on stage. He lost. You won.

Bakugo looked back at you, waiting for you to say something, anything, but you didn't. So he gave Mirio a nod and walked off stage. You expected him to take his seat on the table but he just walked out of the room completely.

Mirio took the mic back again. "Y/n! You're up next lovely!" He gestured to you.

You internally panicked you were the only one standing now, "I was uh-- I'm leavi--" You swallowed harshly.

"Y/N! MY PHONE IS STILL WITH BAKUGO! PLEASE BE A DOLL AND GET IT FOR ME!" Mina stood up and gestured to the door, she looked as panicked as you. She didn't want you to miss your shot.

"He'll give it back!" You wisphered. You took a seat you weren't going anywhere. Bakugo was intimidating enough as is. You couldn't face him right now. Maybe the poem wasn't about you.

"Y/n, get up!" Mina exclaims to you. "C'MON, OFF YOUR ASS!" She shouts. "Eiji, help me!" Kirishima grabs one of your arms, mina grabbing the other, forcing you to stand. As soon as you stand on your feet.

"Go get em!" Kirishima grins at you, which sparks something in you. BAKUGO FINALLY GAVE IN!

"RIGHT!" And with that, you rushed out the showcase room, not looking back.

He was taking a seat at a nearby bench. He was hunched, looking rather upset. Maybe he thought you didn't like his poem or you found him chessy.

"So, you write poetry about me?" You ask creeping up behind him.

"I do. Sorry if that's like weird." Katsuki replied, still not meeting your gaze. You sit next to him him.

"I don't think it's weird at all. You're a beautiful writer." You respond. Katsuki smirks.

"Hell yea, I am." He smiled slightly still looking down at his hands.

"But you... you lost?"

"Hmm?" He looked down at you. His eyes finally met yours.

"You lost Katsuki." you say. Bakugo's eyes widen.

"Oh?" he says. "That's where you're wrong, smartass. I didn't lose, I won." He continued, and you just looked up at him suspiciously.

"No, you said I love you first!--"

"I still won you Idiot. I get to see you laugh, I get to kiss you, I get to spend my days with you. Y/n I get to call you mine."

Your tongue was stuck in your throat again, "If that's not a win, I don't know what is." He continued.

"I've loved you since middle school, Bakugo. And never once did I lose my feelings for you." You continued. "I probably love you more anyway--"

"HA! LIKE HELL YOU DO!" He yelled, and you laughed at his familiar tone.

"Wo--" He hoisted you up by your waist and spun you around in the air effortlessly as if you weighted nothing.