miracle romance (bakugou x reader love story)

hearting

He's tried blasting music in his ears. He's tried changing his pillow to a cooler side. He's tried lying on his left, then on his right. He's tried counting sheep skulls for fucks sake, but now this is getting straight up annoying.

Can't it be enough to do casual things like go to the mall and hang out in your room? Simply talk to you during lunch? Stare at you pack up after class? Get a rare smile from you?

No, it's never enough. At least, not for him; not for how he's decided to feel this new, sensitive thing so deeply. Getting worked up about making you a meal even though he's made it hundreds of times before, not minding blowing some change on a milk for you and not putting up much of a fight when you ask to do something. In fact, he thinks if you asked, he'd do absolutely anything for you.

That thought is terrifying.

He should've known it'd come to this when he kept tossing and turning, but while his eyes are shut closed to ease off the itch his brain is loaded up with, his lip still curls into a snarl as he stretches an arm towards the bedside table for his phone.

It's like a weekly routine at this point - getting his fix on whatever he feels about you by lurking on your account. Being close to you today on the bench must've started the scratch.

So tonight, he might as well have busted when he saw a new square.

It's pretty much the same random shit you always post mixed in with pictures of you, a claw machine, a ridiculous cat. What's new is you're smiling, a smile that softens your features, makes you look flirty and cute and hot all the same. Lingering on that one, he skips past the irrelevant pictures to get more of you, drawing up a choked breath on the last one. Jackpot.

He can't take his eyes off you.

Normally, a body would never get the best of him but it's the most skin he's seen from you. Smooth neck and chest, bare shoulders, arms, a belly button peeks a bit from the top of your skirt. He's seen it loads of time during P.E, what with the way you purposely change the stupid uniform to lose the zip-up and tuck up the white t-shirt behind your back, but he can finally shamelessly stare here in his room.

Even that inch of pure skin above the white socks gives him a jump and maybe it was a bad idea to grab his phone.

He imagines you wore that around him. You would probably twirl for him like an idiot - what do you think? What does he think? He thinks there's enough room for him to slip behind you in the mirror. He can think of running his hands down soft looking thighs, looking into the mirror at the expression on your face, at how your daintier figure compares to his as they touch up on everything. There's no way you wouldn't look hot under his hands.

This was a bad idea.

"Quit it, goddammit." A hard fist lands on his forehead, groaning about the tightness he feels on him and in the air. You have all the trust and confidence in him and here he is being a creep and making you his dream girl. It's sick, he knows, but he's never had a figure to focus this fascination with.

Drawing up a slow, deep breath, it takes a moment to compose himself and he takes a look again with a cleared mind to notice the number of comments on it. You must be happy you're getting more attention.

But he couldn't lay in blissful peace for one more second because his blood boils and his eye twitches erratically when he sees a guy's comment, and not just any bastard but that Ketsubetsu Deku-wannabe Grand. Thinking of him lurking and seeing you this way too pisses him off enough to sit up and start counting again.

Fucking bastard. His comment didn't get a like at least. He thought getting to you would be so easy? Who does he think he is? As if you'd ever give this loser the time of day.