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

Intoxication

Finally, the break before the new term started was at its final days which called for your first official public event as the new-old President of the Student Council: Dorm move-ins.

At the school entrance, you stood under the welcoming tent all morning with some council volunteers. Smiling at familiar faces, speaking with new parents, greeting your class and promising to have a good last year together, and reminding students of the dorm rules were some of the things you got up to.

Then, Bakugou walked in alone during a slow hour of move-ins with only a duffel bag slung across his shoulder, looking explicitly pissed off as always. Seriously, did he only bring his clothes and school supplies?

You waved hello to him and he rolled his eyes - ever the one to always show a little disdain - and walked over to your tent.

Then, it happened.

The single most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you up until this moment. Even worse than the embarrassing picture of you at the Christmas Party. You would still be in bed tonight kicking your legs and punching your mattress because you couldn't believe the stupid incident that welcomed you into your third year, and how you had fallen straight into your own trap.

"Prez," Bakugou snided as he stopped in front of you, not before discreetly roaming his eyes over your form that was leaning against the table behind you, the position affording you a grace of laxness. You were wearing an orange student volunteer shirt with the collar of your uniform popped over it that he was about to roast you about until a parent came up to you.

"Excuse me, dear," a mother holding hands with a little boy and a small teen following close behind asked, "Can you point us to the direction of the 1-G dorms?"

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, the little boy - who could have been no older than five - started pointing at you.

"Drunk! Yer' a drunk!"

"Huh?" You were at a loss of words looking at his stubby little finger thrusting towards your face.

Bakugou snorted at your predicament.

"Oh, I'm sorry. He has an overactive imagination from a movie he just watched."

What kind of movies is she showing him?

You waved it off with a sheepish laugh then, and crouched down to the little boy's level to entertain him with a friendly smile, "Hello there!"

That was where you made your mistake.

Because as soon as you did that, he had you directly in his line of sight to stare deeply into your eyes.

You were immediately entranced by the strange sight of blue wisps within his irises that melted seamlessly into purple, then red. The kaleidoscope of colors contained within the orbs kept swirling, until the dizzying round and round was the only thing you saw in your headspace.

The bodies mingling in the background died away, voices were faint until all you could hear was nothing except for one word being repeated over and over again like a chamber echo of charming cupids, and all you could see was the hypnotic swirling of a myriad of colors.

The last thing you remember was black.

Bakugou couldn't believe your luck.

Of course shit like this would only happen to you, but that's what you deserved for tryin' to be nice to every little extra and he wasn't about to pass up this golden opportunity of having you owe him big time.

When you had toppled over while crouching down to interact with that brat, he thought you had lost your balance and lunged to grab you before you could hit your head on the pavement. That sick feeling of worry manifested itself when he realized you were actually unconscious.