When you and a certain short hair brunette female form a new closer friendship. Both sharing secrets of admiration between two childhood rivals in your class.
A short bittersweet fluff story. At least my best attempt on writing one.
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Bakugo took hold of my hand with a firm grip. Feeling the warmth radiating from his hold as he led the way to god knows where. His footsteps were hasty, as I tried to keep up with his pace but did not say a word of complaint. Still confused about what transpired earlier that the ash blonde is desperately trying to walk away from.
"Get the fuck away from her you shitty nerd wannabe extra!"
A hand was roughly slapped away by Shindo's hold on my chin.
Not long after I felt someone grab a hold of my waist from behind, forcing me to turn and land on somebody's chest. When I look up my face heats up tenfold as Bakugo has a tight hold on me while glaring daggers at Shindo, who was unaffected by the ash blonde's harsh gesture.
The black haired male raised his arms in surrender, smiling as if nothing happened. "Whoa relax. Bakugo Katsuki is it?"
"And you're still shady as ever. The fuck you were trying to do to her earlier?"
"Just shooting my shot the same as you do. As far as I know she's single and very much available" He shrugged, egging the raging ash blonde on.
"Haah! You tryin' to pick a fight!" No longer on his hold, Bakugo is now in front of me sending death threats at the amused Shindo. As I watch the two boys argue that could might as well turn into a physical brawl at any moment. While the passing civilians give us odd looks that makes me want to crawl into a hole somewhere and never to come out again.
Then again isn't this something you see in movies?
But just when the ash blonde raised his hand and small sparks could be heard signaling an actual brawl, I placed a hand on his shoulder as he looked at me slightly wide eyed. Giving him a pleading look that got him trembling a bit all over "Please Bakugo let's not fight here. We could get in trouble."
His raised arm slump at his side, letting out a tch and look the other direction blushing a little. "Fine, this ain't worth it anyway" He muttered as I sigh in relief. But grabbed my hand as we walked away the shaggy black haired male without much of a goodbye.
"But you're coming with me."
Waking up from my thoughts, I blankly stare back at the silent Bakugo who no longer has the look of murdering intent as he gazes ahead. Realizing it has been minutes since we left as I look around the unfamiliar street we're in. Taking in his appearance that now got me questioning a little of his wardrobe choices with a raised brow.
Is no brainer that most of his clothes he owns are black. Since his outfit at the moment is mostly a plain black oversize sweater with a white shirt showing a bit underneath, paired with some black joggers and white sneakers.
