miracle romance (bakugou x reader love story)

daydreams

Bakugou is so tall. He towers over you and it makes you feel so small but in a weirdly good way, in a way that makes you feel so warm and a little excited even; though, it's also overwhelming to be standing like this with him.

Sharp eyes, a hauntingly piercing shade of ruby red, are so focused on you that it keeps you rooted in place. "Lemme see." Has his voice always been that deep?

Then, he's crouching down to get even closer and plucking off the trash on your cheek.

He's so pretty...One of the prettiest boys ever...

Oh no, you spaced out again.

That's like the fifth time today. Maybe you shouldn't be doing schoolwork on a comfy bed - too much daydreaming.

It's like you're in the clouds, feet light, head light, eyes bright. You don't think you've ever felt this light and happy, and you can't believe it's all because of Bakugou.

All that girly shit suits you! Does that mean he likes your style? Nails and cute liner and all? You used to think he thought of you as some dumb, irrelevant girl. What's his favorite thing about you? Does he think you're pretty?

Uh oh, it happened again. You drum your pencil on your cheek, kicking your bare feet behind you in the air while forcing your focus back on homework.

What do you think you're doing? Thinking of Bakugou all the time like this?

Are you the mayor of delululand? Oh god, you are!

You know you're being completely delusional - thinking of your friend like this, over analyzing every little thing that concerns him, replaying your interactions, wishing you had said or done something differently - but you can't lie, it's kind of fun, and it's exciting to have something to look forward to. Besides, Bakugou's a good friend now. You're trying to be a good friend to him too.

You take a deep breathe in, looking at nothing in particular on the page in front of you.

What was this about? A new interest?

He is a little mysterious, you suppose, and that's kind of alluring. He's really smart and serious about becoming the best Hero. He's the most confident person you've ever met, and while everyone hates that his arrogance is backed up by his skills, you admire him for it because you wish you could be like that. Maybe not so cocky and loud, but a little more assertive and outspoken. Maybe then, you wouldn't be so forgettable.

You wonder what he's doing right now.

I'm doing it again...

"Y/N!!!"

Your eyes widen and you stop walking for Ochako to catch up to you among the other people going to class this morning.

Her smile is still genuine, but shy and subdued compared to how she used to greet you, "Let's walk together."

Score!

You think of a question to ask and end up with, "You do the homework?" She nods assuredly, "Yup! You?"

You nod. Now what? You're tired. That tree looks nice and thick. The weather is nice this morning. You haven't spoken a lot to her these past few weeks, just the occasional greeting in passing. It's okay though. You understand she has lots of other friends, not to mention Midoriya, to focus on. Speaking of...

"How are things with ham?" It's a whisper, your attempt at a joke.

She looks weirdly at you, then bursts out laughing with pinker cheeks, "I didn't expect you to say that!"