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

A Talk

Bakugou's rough handling of the door to the empty classroom left it closing with a rattle, but you were expecting just as much of a dramatic entrance from the not-so-stealthy fire fairy.

"I hope you already know why I called you here," you said from your seat atop the front and center desk.

"Tch. I came here cause I got my own shit to say," he stalked over to lean against the teacher's desk in front of you, "Don't think you're bossing me around, Princess!"

You internally quivered at the use of that nickname, feeling the same sensation of warmth and butterflies creeping onto you.

"Don't call me that," you spat, averting your eyes from him, "You saved me big time yesterday, even though what happened was your fault in the first place and we're friends so...so, you can call me by first name."

Bakugou's eyes widened the tiniest fraction beneath his scowl, "I can call you what I want...dumbass!"

"Well, I'm just giving you permission," you crossed your arms, annoyed that it was getting to you more than you wanted it to, "Seeing that you said it yesterday anyways."

"Save your lecture, nerd. Like I care about any of your shitty names."

Your fists bunched up your sleeves as you cleared your throat, "Ok then. That leads me to what I really wanted to talk about."

The fact that the past weeks, Bakugou had been in possession of your embarrassing photo had knocked you off your feet, sending you into a night of utter turmoil as you tried reasoning why he had kept it to himself and what you were to do next.

The more honorable part of yourself was willing you to do something about the bizarre situation, because feelings aside, his actions were borderline sexual harassment! I mean, c'mon, he kept a scantily clad picture of you and if that had been anyone else, they would already be six feet under.

The more foolish part of you had plastered other ideas into your mind - Did he like it? Did he think you looked good? Those burning questions leaving you with the desire to bang your head against the wall for letting such thoughts pierce you with a pleasant feeling.

"Why did you have that picture?" you finally asked, losing some of your wits to the embarrassment you were feeling acknowledging the situation.

He rolled his eyes, "I found it."

"Thank you Captain Obvious! I mean why did you keep it!"

"For blackmail!"

"Just for blackmail?" you asked with a nervous look.

He scoffed, "Why else would I keep it?"

"So you didn't...did you?" You hugged yourself to calm your triple beating heart, "You know?"

Bakugou looked at you with an indifferent scowl until a furious blush overtook his face when he realized what you were insinuating.

"IF YOU'RE ASKING IF I RUBBED ONE OUT TO YOU, I DIDN'T! DIE!"

You sputtered at his vulgar language while he started yapping like a rabid dog for the tense atmosphere you had suddenly created in the room.

"I mean, you're a guy. So-"

"DIE!"

His annoyed reaction was not giving you any hint to the truth of the matter, and you didn't want to press him further on that topic either, suddenly feeling very awkward about the situation.

You chuckled nervously, "Thanks for being respectful, I guess."

Bakugou was now grumbling curses under his breath at you, at the topic of conversation, at your thanks, and at himself. Could the ground just swallow him into the depths of hell already?