Mha oc

More than friends?

Bakugou sat next to me on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. It felt strange, having him here, in my room, like this. The rawness of the past few days was still heavy in the air, but for the first time, it wasn't crushing me. His presence, gruff and unapologetic, made the silence feel less suffocating.

We talked—well, more like Bakugou muttered, and I listened. He grumbled about the insanity of our lives, about the villains, about how he was going to train until he could obliterate anything that came near us again. His words were sharp, but there was something beneath them—a frustration, a worry he couldn't quite put into words.

"I'm serious, Woods," he said, his voice low but firm. "I'm not letting anything like that happen again. Not to you. Not to anyone."

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over me. "You don't have to—"

"Shut up," he interrupted, glaring at me. "I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it because I don't lose. Got it?"

His eyes burned, and I found myself nodding, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the gravity of his words. "Got it."

The room fell quiet again, the kind of quiet that felt heavy with unsaid things. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, my mind racing. I wasn't used to this—having someone care, having someone fight for me. It was... overwhelming.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Bakugou asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.

I hesitated, my eyes flicking to his before quickly looking away. "Just... thinking."

"About?" he pressed, leaning slightly closer.

I bit my lip, struggling to find the words. "About how... I don't really know how to do this."

"Do what?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

"This," I said, gesturing vaguely between us. "Having someone like you... around."

He stared at me for a moment, and then, to my surprise, he laughed—a quiet, almost awkward sound that made my chest tighten.

"You're such an idiot," he muttered, shaking his head. "You don't 'do' anything. You just... let it happen."

I looked at him, really looked at him, and something in his expression made my breath catch. He wasn't just Bakugou, the explosive, loud, fiery guy I'd gotten to know. He was something softer, something... vulnerable.

Without thinking, I leaned closer, the distance between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth of his breath. His eyes flicked to mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away—the chaos, the fear, the uncertainty. It was just us.

And then it happened.

The kiss was soft, tentative, almost like we were both testing the waters. His lips were warm against mine, and for a moment, the world stopped spinning. My heart pounded in my chest, loud and erratic, but it wasn't fear—it was something else entirely.

When we pulled back, our faces still close, I searched his eyes for some kind of reaction. What I found was a mixture of surprise and... something deeper.

"Woods," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but I cut him off with another kiss, this one more certain, more deliberate.

His hands found their way to my shoulders, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, and suddenly, the hesitance was gone. There was nothing tentative about this—nothing careful. It was passionate, raw, and overwhelming in the best way.

I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, and I couldn't help but lean into him, my hands clutching the front of his shirt as if letting go would make him disappear. Every thought, every doubt, every fear melted away, leaving only the heat of his touch and the rapid beat of my heart.

When we finally broke apart, our breaths heavy and uneven, I couldn't bring myself to look away. His face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded as they stared into mine, and I realized, with startling clarity, that something had changed between us—something big. Our foreheads resting against each other, that the reality of what had just happened began to sink in.

Bakugou's breathing was heavy, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at me. "You're such a pain in the ass," he murmured, but there was no venom in his voice, only a softness I'd never heard before.

"Right back at you," I whispered, a small smile tugging at my lips.

We stayed like that for a moment, caught in the quiet, unspoken understanding that whatever had just sparked between us wasn't going away anytime soon.