Leave Your Mark | Various!BNHA x Reader

71: Dancing Queen

Ooh, drama.

You watch, somewhat amused, as Katsuki faces Inasa with the full force of his glare. He seemed hellbent on ignoring everyone around him until now, but apparently he was paying far more attention than he wanted to admit. Which isn't all that surprising, since you already knew he was a tsundere, but still.

Anyway, you have a feeling this is going to be fun. All you're missing is some popcorn.

"Oh, hey Bakugou," Inasa says simply. He tilts his head and flashes Katsuki an innocent look. "Why would I be tryin' to piss you off? Also, I was talkin' to [Name], not you. You know that, right?"

Katsuki's fists tighten even more, knuckles whitening against the faint shimmer of lights strewn above. His glare sharpens, the kind that could probably melt through steel.

"I know that, asswipe," he grits out. "But you got on my damn nerves with all the stupid shit you were saying!"

Mumbles ripple across the nearby tables. A few heads tilt, students already curious about the rising tension. Inasa, however, just blinks. He's still somehow cheerful despite the venom dripping off Katsuki's words.

"Why?" Inasa ponders that for a moment, and eventually, his eyes widen. "Wait, I got it! You're jealous, aren'tcha? Because you don't want me kissin' her!"

"HUH?!"

The scream that leaves Katsuki's lips is needlessly high-pitched, sharp enough to make several people whip their heads around. Even from across the hall, conversations falter. The echo bounces off the walls in a way that makes you cringe a little.

You swear you even catch Aizawa lowering his face into his hands disappointedly. Poor guy. He's straight up not having a good time.

Katsuki's gaze flickers over to you then, only for the briefest second, but long enough. His cheeks immediately burst into a shade of crimson so dark that it rivals the color of his eyes.

"N-No, you idiot!" he exclaims, voice cracking. "I couldn't care less about her! Gross! Disgusting! You make me sick!"

You roll your eyes, lips twitching with the urge to laugh at his predictability.

Meanwhile, Inasa frowns. "Hey, that's not nice. [Name] isn't gross. She's super pretty and cool! Look at the dress she's wearin'! I don't know where she got it from, but it's awesome! I thought I was gonna faint from how good she looks!"

The air grows heavier. Katsuki angrily mashes his teeth together, the vein in his temple pulsing. His whole body vibrates like a firework on the verge of exploding. Somehow, impossibly, his cheeks only get redder.

"I'm saying what you said is gross. I don't care about kissing her!"

"Huh? But didn't you kiss her during the Sports Festival—"

"Because she begged me to, and I felt sorry for her! Get over it, already!"

Bro, come on.

He's really doing his best to ruin your reputation, because there was definitely no begging involved. It was teasing. He called your bluff and surprised you with a kiss, sure, but begging? Absolutely not.

You cast a glance toward Izuku, who's already sitting down. His expression twists with sympathy, and he mouths an "I'm sorry" in your direction. You sigh. If there's anyone who understands the exact flavor of frustration that comes with dealing with Bakugou Katsuki, it's him.

"I'm talking about what you said before," Katsuki continues, forcing his words through clenched teeth. "You said that you were going to kiss [Name] because you beat me during the Sports Festival, but that sure as hell didn't happen! I accidentally went out of bounds, asshole! If it was a real fight, I would've wiped the floor with you!"