miracle romance (bakugou x reader love story)

honeymoonfall

After Bakugou leaves, you close your door and make an embarrassing noise, something like a happy squeal and a tinkling giggle. The date was so cute. You mean, totally platonic dinner date, of course.

As you lay awake under warm covers that night, kicking your feet at the memory of the boy in your room, get ready for school in the morning, touching up lashes to make you feel like a fairy princess, walk to class, gazing up at the cottony clouds in the sky, all you can think about is Bakugou.

He's going to make you a bento and it's going to be the best, most tasty bento in the world. He probably won't make cute shapes with the food like you do but his culinary skills are insane if you recall the times he's been yelling in the kitchen. How is he so good at everything?

Making food for each other? Letting him borrow your favorite romance novel? It's like you're practically together.

What you thought was a little crush, you're now sure has become full-fledged feelings for the explosive boy. You can practically feel the hearts in your eyes. You know you're probably looking at him with rose-tinted glasses, the dreamy, honeymoon phase of a big fat crush, but you don't care. Bakugou's the only person who sees you in and out, and you're willing to let yourself dream on about him.

Your lovey-dovey daydreams simmer when you spot an unfamiliar person outside the classroom door talking to Iida and Ochako, greeting them with a smile before they go in. Shit, you're earlier than most of your classmates today, having brought up your breakfast fruit and bread from the cafeteria in case Bakugou comes in early too.

When you get closer, the visitor greets you too with a friendly smile. "Hey!" He's clearly a bit older, built athletically. Dark, tousled hair and dark eyes. A third year? No, he's not in uniform. Reasonably, you're feeling hot under the intimidating presence as the attention is on you, "Ready for the earthquake drill?" Oh god, small talk.

"Yes." You're about to slide yourself through the door but this guy isn't finished with his introduction.

"I'm Shindou. I'm one of the instructors for today. Well, instructor isn't very exact but can't tell you a thing more without ruining the surprise."

"Oh." He's an instructor. A young and friendly one, but you don't know how else to act and you're too lame to think of any questions. "Nice to meet you. I'm L/N."

"C'mon, no need to be so formal," he cocks his head to the side with his smooth chuckle. "Think of me as a friend for today. How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

He nods, "So I'm like two years older than you. But if you prefer staying formal, might have to make you call me senpai," he jokes.

You pang with bewilderment. Yeah, I'm not doing that.

Still, you force a laugh you hope sounds polite as you make your escape. You're way too awkward for first meetings.

Where is Bakugou? You're anticipating seeing him, glancing at the door every time someone walks in.

Instructor Shindou greets each and every one of your classmates when they arrive, so enthusiastic about the exercise. He knows Midoriya, calling out his name with a sunny welcome and a firm handshake that your classmate gives back with a smile, surprised to see his friend here.

Some people are just born with charisma, you suppose.

To no one's shock and the nice flutters in your stomach, Bakugou completely ignores the visitor's hand while he leaves Kirishima and Kaminari to do the hellos for him, striding in with a surly face and brooding aura. Might've been rude, but he doesn't do anything he doesn't feel like doing. That unbothered attitude...Dammit, are you into bad boys? Is that what it is?