Serendipity || Bakugou x y/n

Traitor

The soft sound of an owl hooting lulled me out of my dream. Of what? I can't remember.

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I heard the unmistakable sound of wings flapping, and the first thing I see is a sleepy Bakugou. Aww... I smiled softly, He's adorable when he's asleep. I then noticed we were in the same bed, and then how he was holding me close to him. Our faces were barely inches apart.

I froze, remembering who was in the room. Hitoshi and Shoto. I slowly got out of bed, substituting a large chunk of his blanket for myself. He didn't seem to notice the change, instead pulling 'me' in closer. I blushed, my cheeks burning as I climbed back into my bed. 

My sheets were cold, making me miss Bakugou's bed. As soon as my head hit my pillow, my brain went into overtime. What happened last night? I wouldn't blame Shoto if he said "I hate you"... Bakugou can be nice?... What if Shoto doesn't love me anymore?... Poor Hitoshi, not knowing anything... Bakugou's so warm, unlike me. My hands are always cold... I don't have the right to call myself a good person when the people who matter most to me are always pushed away. What's the point of being nice, anyway?....

I fell into a fitful sleep, not quite sure how to approach all of my unanswered questions and feelings. I hoped that I could make more sense of them in the morning. 

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The soft rustling of cloth and the cheerful song of the mockingbirds outside my window woke me up. I expected to still be beside Bakugou, but I must have forgotten that I climbed up into my bed. I rubbed my eyes, slowly adjusting to the faint glow of morning. I sat up and my glance skimmed Sho's.

The memory of yesterday stung, and seeing him once more made it worse. I caught his gaze once again and I watched a wave of hurt pass over it. I climbed out of bed and down my ladder, standing in front of him. "I-" The words were lodged deep in my throat and I looked away, unable to stop the tears in my eyes. 

"Y/n..." Sho took my hand, rubbing it reassuringly. "I know you didn't mean to-" I looked back at him, stopping the sentence.

"No," I responded, a bit more sure. "I didn't randomly start yelling at you, and you can't dismiss it as an accident," Shoto looked surprised, but understanding soon found its way into him. He let me continue, our soft voices filling the quiet cabin. "I may have said all those terrible things to you," I looked at the floor, but then I looked back into his eyes. "But sometimes... Sometimes it's those things that I love about you." He smiled, then I smiled, and the next thing I knew I was being crushed by his hug. 

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Most of my day had been spent sparring with Mina, chatting to her while I tried to bend her acid. I tried to avoid Bakugou, unable to stop the memory of last night (along with blush) to surface. I occasionally waved to Shoto or talked to him about something, but the rift between us wasn't quite healed. I suspected it would be like that for a long time. 

By dinner, the Wild Wild Pussycats had issued an announcement. We'd be partaking in the annual Test of Courage and to meet in the field in an hour.

"The Test of Courage?" I had asked Hitoshi in an attempt to start a conversation. "What's that?" He gave me the rundown but then had to leave since Class 2-A was going to be the first class to get scared. I thought about it as I read a book in my bunk, thinking that it would be a piece of cake. I do love a good horror movie, I chuckled softly.