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

Distraction Be Gone

Bakugou was at a complete loss of how to navigate this confusing maze of his feelings department. What do they mean? Where are they supposed to go?

Back into the damn trash where they came from, that's where!

You being a mosquito problem wasn't new, and, if anything, being aware of why your existence annoyed him actually gave him a wake up call to sort himself out. So, these trivial shitty feelings that came with thinking about you were just another obstacle he'd have to break down on his road to becoming stronger.

Self-discipline, self-control, his sharpened focus on his goal were always at the forefront of his mind.

And he was in control again. There would be no more slip ups.

The smartest thing to do - like with any other distraction - would be to keep you away and out of sight, but when he'd thought of the possible outcomes that would bring - i.e extras getting up to disrespect you again, you getting your ass handed to you, or (the most irritating thought that cost him a new pillow case since he singed the last one) Eye Bags or some other loser getting too close for comfort - that idea had collapsed into itself with a detonator button. Like hell he'd let some bastard have you!

So, the next obvious plan he chose would be to pinpoint what made you so...distracting in the first place.

If he could figure it out, he'd be able to pull out this splinter at the stinging source and move along with normalcy. You'd better be grateful he was putting up with you at all.

This was so fucking weird.

He looked at you across the cafeteria, not at all annoyed you chose to eat with your class today - not a fucking chance! - He was fucking relieved he wouldn't have to deal with the strange new phenomenon of being self-aware.

He kept staring at you, thinking of what your little nerd ass had that was so different from other people to have seized a part of his head he never used - and would have never used if it had been his choice!

Could it be because he respected your work? You did a pretty damn good job as president, keeping people in line and helping everyone while simultaneously being a good student. It was kinda like his own focus.

Maybe if he found something you slacked off on, it'd devalue his opinion of you...Well that would be a long shot, considering how much of a menace you were when you put your mind to something.

Could it be because of how you were like? You weren't scared to talk shit, but you always knew when to reel it in before he could get too pissed. And whenever he'd be in a particularly bad mood, you'd redirect it away. Don't even get him started when you'd say something nice to him - he already wanted to gag.

If he could fully convince himself that talking with you was irritating, that would leave an opening for him to jump out this load of shit...

Who is he fucking kidding? You weren't like other people, giving him migraines or making him yell for minutes on end.

In fact, you were nothing like those shitheads. One minute you'd be teasing him and getting him riled up, but all he had to do was flick his wrist to get the most satisfying reactions to have you look so small.

Which leads to another possible reason for your status as a distraction that was truly body-stiffening, eye-shrinking, hair-pulling disturbing to him.

If it was just pent up frustration from slamming away those thoughts about you, what the hell was he supposed to do? He'd sooner throw himself into a clown costume than reduce himself to doing that...But maybe...

Bakugou was stirring his rice with a sour look on his face, making Kirishima raise a brow and follow what he was staring at, and the sharp teeth couldn't be hidden from the big smile he gave.