miracle romance (bakugou x reader love story)

tea party

Bakugou's boring holes into the door in front of him. A foreign sight all around him. When did it get to this point?

He wouldn't ever do this, swears this shit better be worth it, and knocks a fist on the door twice.

There's your small smile that greets him, a hand of red-pointed nails resting on the frame. He's never seen those before. He lets himself appreciate your appearance, as always interesting to him even when you're dressed down around the dorm. Today, a tight-fitting black tee under dainty gold necklaces and thick gray sweatpants that hug your hips nicely.

"Welcome to my crib," you give him a pass in, closing the door behind him and he takes the chance to do one good, analytical sweep about the space, not wanting to be a fucking nerd about being in a girls room. "I just brought everything up so should still be hot."

It's like some damn princess lives here, the dreamy scent of body mist wafting everywhere and warming his body. But, it's somehow also mature.

The bed looks soft and smooth, pink sheets peeking through the quilted duvet of sprinkled flowers on white. To his total surprise, you don't have an absurdly ridiculous amount of stuffed animals like he thought you would; a pink ribboned bear, a floppy-eared brown rabbit, and some Pokémon against a white silk pillow.

On the left there's a tall dresser and beside it, a white vanity desk with a thousand things organized in containers, tubes of pinks and reds set in neat formation in front of the big mirror. Tiny unlit bulbs are strung up all around the tops of the walls from where his eyes fall down to a few posters, a white one of the rabbit woman Mirko smack dab in the middle.

And there, in a corner beside the closet he catches in his peripheral, is the tall mirror he recognizes all too well.

You watch Bakugou closely. Well, he looks unimpressed, you think. He clearly doesn't care about the way you got yourself and your room ready for his visit.

I tried so hard for nothing, you internally weep while he moves past you.

To him, it probably looks like a totally normal and tidy living space but he isn't aware you manically dusted and cleaned from top to bottom yesterday. You aren't a totally messy person, but the idea of Bakugou seeing where you live? You had to make it look as presentable as possible. As long as he doesn't look under the bed and see the random manga books with embarrassing covers and clothes you kicked under, you're good.

"Bakugou?" He realizes he'd been standing still in the middle of the room like some creep scarecrow. You're staring at him with unreadable eyes. "Want a room tour?"

"No."

You pat your bed. "This is where I sleep. And don't judge me, these are my plushies..."

She completely ignored me!

Glowering, Bakugou has to stand there while you're giving him an unnecessary tour of one fucking room he covered in seconds. Reluctantly, he humors it, falling into the way your voice catches different inflections and pitches he's never heard before. "Nerd," he says, throwing the Pokémon you placed in his hands at some point back on the bed.

"Remember Eri?" You're at one of the shelves hung next to the dresser, delicately touching the white origami he saw there. "She made these cute paper boxes and cranes for all the girls. I literally cried about it, she was so precious."

It looked like something a grade schooler would make but he assumed nothing about it. "You literally cried?"

"Well duh, it was the first time she talked to me. I wonder how she's doing." Most people would have put the useless paper trash aside somewhere and forgotten all about it. But here, it's on display. He wouldn't have known you to be so sentimental.