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

Sparkling Water

A bead of sweat was trickling down your forehead in the council room during lunch. Rhythmically signing off on approvals for school clubs to have their end-of-the-year parties, checking up emails, reading over comments left in the council box, and studying for your classes all at the same time like some sort of crazed woman.

The end of the school year was next week, and with it came final exams and the council election results. Maybe you shouldn't have agreed to that little challenge Bakugou came up with.

Kirishima and Kaminari had taken to supporting the sparked explosion, whose demonic eyes and pointed canines had called forth a sadistic beast's appetite for tearing through notebooks and crunching numbers as he aimed for an indisputable win. Sero and Mina had taken to be the bannermen on your side, which was overtaken by your dark menacing aura of a silent multitasking monster.

A shadow passed over your face imagining the twisted world where he was the crowned king. What humiliating things would he make you do...

There was no damn way you were letting him win!

You slammed your forehead down on your desk, causing concern to glaze over the Vice President and the Secretary at the board running over their own study materials.

The only saving grace to boost you from fatigue had been an exciting email from the Hero Department, signaling a fast approaching date you had been working on, and you could at least find a moment of exhilarating high hopes for that surprise.

"Excuse me," a student at the open door suddenly called you out of your misery, "There's something going on at the outdoor sink in the right wing. I think the faucet is broken, but some guys are playing around trying to fix it."

You looked around the room for the head of the safety committee who'd be in charge of that, but he wasn't there. You stood up, "I'll be right there."

Walking on the second floor hall of the right wing, you looked out the window at the perfect time to see a speck of spiky blond hair. It was Bakugou on one of his aimless walks away from the lunch table. Speak of the devil.

He was approached by a clearly distressed student pointing to the side of the building you couldn't see from your vantage point. It must be the sink problem. You approached the window, curious to get a closer peek of what was going to happen, heart racing and eyes closely trained on him, and when the blond thrust his hands deeper into his pockets and followed the student, you smiled.

"You turn it then! That thing's stuck!"

"I thought you went to the gym."

Damn idiots. Bakugou rolled his eyes and trudged forward, not even sparing a glance when another let out a shriek as ear-splitting as Dunce Face's.

He inhaled a long breath through his nose. He didn't need his teachers or you finding out he had ignored other students' cries for help.

When they showed him that the tap failed to turn under their weak attempts, he sniffed arrogantly, temporarily getting out of his irritation knowing he was about to blow their damn minds.

"Move."

They immediately parted for his broader form to get to the sink where he brought a firm hand on the pointed knob and twisted it with a push of tensed arm muscles.

However, Bakugou had overdone his flaunting display, and staring at the detached knob in his hand, the faucet was no longer a faucet as the busted leak no one knew about had transformed it into a gushing fountain.

"The hell," was the first yell coming out of Bakugou's mouth as he was met with a constant downpour of water. The other students fled, terrified of the damage and of the aftermath of pissing off the rabid machine of obscenities.