Smoke and Embers | Bakugo x reader fanfic

Snapping Out of It

Authors Note:

This is a Bakugo POV chapter so we know a little about what our man is thinking.

If you've gotten this far, I love you, fr.

Enjoy! :)

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The morning after Bakugo's little visit.

Bakugo's Point of View

I didn't bother waiting for her this morning.

Why the hell would I?

I watched as she left her house; her hair wasn't the usual "thrown together" look; it was like she actually gave a shit. 

She walked slower than usual, and I saw her shoot a glance or two towards my house.

I didn't have the energy to pretend to banter, not after last night's mess. Why'd I even show up at her window, anyway? Stupid. And her shutting me out like that, pathetic? It's been stuck in my head ever since, and it's pissing me off.

Then I noticed something that threw me off—she was wearing her UA uniform.

First time I'd seen it on her. It almost looked... good on her. The thought made me scowl, shoving it right out of my head.

Whatever, doesn't matter.

When I got to the classroom, she laughed with some extras, like she didn't spend the whole night stewing over it like I did.

It was like she'd just moved on while I couldn't stop replaying that damn scene in my head. She shot me a look that said, "Where were you." then the damn rep ran her out of the room, not that I was complaining.

when she got back, she stomped over, eyes blazing like she had something to prove, and went straight for my throat.

"You look like shit," she snarked, voice sharp enough to cut steel.

A low growl rumbled out of me. She wasn't wrong, but no way was I letting her think she got to me. Kept my head turned, jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack. She crouched down, trying to meet my eyes, like she just had to push it.

"Silent treatment, huh? Yeah, I get that," she muttered, her tone way too casual, like this whole thing wasn't messing with my head.

I kept my mouth shut, letting her words slide right off. I wasn't playing her game. She kept running her mouth, probably thinking she'd get under my skin, but I was too tired to bite.

After the lecture, I ignored her; I left with the rest of the class and kept my eyes forward even though I could feel her presence, hovering like a damn itch I couldn't scratch.

But when training time rolled around, that resolve started to crack. I saw her across the room, and—dammit—she was wearing her hero costume.

And she looked fucking fine.

This was nothing like the silk dress she was in yesterday. At least that had SOME coverage. But this?!

The suit was sleek, swirling with patterns that hugged every curve on her body.

Her ass was almost completely out, basically waving hello to everyone in class.

It was like she had it designed to mess with my head. My scowl deepened, and I tried to look anywhere but at her.

I knew if we got paired today, I'd be completely screwed. I could already feel my temper fraying at the edges, just imagining it. So, before she could even think about coming over, I stomped over to Aizawa.