When Heroes Collide - Bakugou X Reader Slow Burn

Chapter 105: Hangover

A dull throb pounded at the inside of my skull, like someone was taking a hammer to my brain. I groaned, shifting under the covers as I peeled my eyes open to be met with the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. My mouth was dry, my body heavy, and there was this awful taste lingering on my tongue—something bitter, something regretful.

I blinked, trying to gather my thoughts.
The villain attack.

Reaper. Chaos. Fear.

Interstellar. My mother.

The weight of that revelation pressed down on me like a physical force, making it hard to breathe. My mind scrambled to piece together the rest of the night, but everything beyond that moment was hazy. I remembered stepping outside, my chest tight with guilt over Todoroki. I remembered Bakugou finding me, calming me down.

And then—
I kissed him.
My stomach dropped.

I kissed Bakugou. I asked him if he liked me.
And he said...no.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers tightening around the blankets. That rejection burned all over again, even now, hours later.

The memory crashed into me, and suddenly, I felt even sicker than before. I pushed myself up, groaning as my head protested the movement. I buried my face in my hands, willing the rest of the night to come back in clearer pieces, but all I got was static.

What happened after that? Did I leave? Did we talk more?

I looked down and realized I was wearing an oversized t-shirt, though it was slightly wrinkled. My shoes were gone, placed neatly by the bed, and there was a bottle of water sitting on the nightstand—half full. My brows knitted together.

Did I do that?

I reached for the water, gulping it down in an attempt to ease the dryness in my throat. The movement made my head spin once more, and I winced.

Okay. I clearly drunk something last night.
I pressed a hand to my temple, trying to think. Kaminari's grin flashed through my mind—him passing me a drink, laughing at something I said. The rest was a blur, but the pounding in my skull told me enough.

God, what if I did something stupid?

Panic fluttered in my chest, and I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, pressing my feet against the cool floor in an attempt to ground myself. I needed answers. I needed to find someone who could tell me what the hell happened after the attack, after Bakugou— The thought of him made my stomach twist.

I exhaled sharply, pushing the feeling down. First things first—get dressed, find someone who isn't Bakugou, and figure out what kind of damage control I needed to do.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and squinted at the screen. The bright light made my head throb even harder, but I managed to make out the time.

Shit.

Breakfast with the class was starting now.
I groaned, forcing myself off the bed. My body protested every movement, my stomach unsettled as I shuffled to the bathroom. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed what I already knew—I looked like hell. My hair was a mess, my eyes were slightly puffy, and my skin looked dull. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would shock me back to life. But it didn't.

Still, I went through the motions—washing up, throwing on some light makeup in an attempt to look somewhat normal.

Concealer hid most of the evidence of my headache, but nothing could fully mask the exhaustion lingering in my eyes. I changed into something casual but presentable, grabbed my phone, and headed downstairs, dreading whatever mess I might of walked into last night.