The Student Council President is WHAT?! (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

The Embarrassing Picture at the Christmas Party

"Shitty Hair wants to know - Tch," Bakugou had half a second to stabilize you on the step ladder as you tried to plant yourself onto the smooth wall to hang on for dear life.

You'd been on this not-so-lucky step ladder fixing up a falling poster's top border when his voice came out of nowhere in the quiet hall, startling you out of your focus and making you jump.

"Dumbass," Bakugou kept barking at you for your near-fall.

You, on the other hand, had your mind preoccupied with the feeling of his hands on your thighs, still firmly holding onto the backs of them from his fast action to recover your stability.

Their warmth extended furiously to the rest of your body, your face quickly heating up in the process. And despite the blood rushing to your head, you couldn't think straight as you did everything to ward off your embarrassment of enjoying the sensation until you finally said, "You can let go of me now."

At your words, Bakugou looked down at where he still had a hold on your soft skin as if he had just been made aware that his hands were there.

Immediately, he jerked back to put some distance between you as if there was a force field around your body, his own face flowering pink at the disloyalty of the immediate thoughts popping into his mind.

"Tch. You're lucky I didn't let you eat shit." He wiped his mind clean.

You frowned as you took the two steps down, "You scared me!"

"Be more aware, idiot!"

"You walk like a fairy!"

"Fuck you, I'm workin' on my stealth!"

You finally looked up at him, composing yourself, "What were you going to tell me?"

"Tch. Kirishima wants to know if you're coming to the stupid Christmas party."

You laughed and raised a brow at him, "Stupid party? You mean the one you're going to?"

"I'm only going cause I live there," he retorted with an annoyed scoff, "After the presents, I'm out."

"Same here, I guess," you conversed while you gathered up your ladder, "My class is doing their own thing so I don't want to miss out. After, I'll go over to you guys for a bit."

"Why bother? Just stay with your shitty class," he grumbled. He'd preferred if you stayed away that day.

Last year, the hero students held their first Christmas at the dorm much to the greater annoyance of their crankiest peer. He had taken one look at everyone wearing red and green costumes and stepped right back into the elevator, but Aizawa had pulled him out and forced him to stay to get accustomed to the intricacies of team bonding. Somehow, Mina and Denki managed to rope him into donning one of the red robes lined with white fuzz akin to the one Santa Claus wore, but they reached their limit when Bakugou exploded the hat they had tried to sneakily place on him.

It was his bottom of the barrel moment of his first year in the dorms and he wasn't looking forward to reliving it. Especially if you were going to be there. He didn't need anyone else seeing him in that eye-sore of a red coat he'd probably be forced to wear again.

You giggled, "No way! Mina told me how you guys dressed up last year. I'm not passing on seeing you in a Santa suit!"

Fuck.

"Goddammit," Bakugou cursed, "Don't bring that shit up! Ever! I'm not doing that this time."

You laughed at his expression, the downturn of his scowl bearing a slight embarrassment.