The Back of My Hero (Bakugou Katsuki x OC)

The Story of Someone He Hated

Class 1-I were given a free time for homeroom just before lunchtime. I took that opportunity to finally get my work on the Hero Point Analysis assignment. Thus I sat on a bench of the picturesque garden of our school with my laptop on my lap and Katsuki's notes on my left, inclining on the top of a lunch box wrapped in simple black wrapping cloth in which Mitsuki-san made me. 

"Sorry, we don't have a cute wrapping cloth, Mana-chan. It's all masculine in this house," said Mitsuki-san that morning when we were about to leave, her eyebrows ups and downs as if hinting something.

I didn't even think about the wrapping cloth, the fact that someone ever made me lunch truly overjoyed me. It wasn't the same with buying a lunch box at the mini market since this was made with love.

Though I was determined to at least type something on my laptop, I couldn't. So far I just had 'The', not even knowing why I put it as my first word. My mind was in complete mess. Not just from lack of sleep. Yes, I did sleep that morning but probably only for an hour or two, which then I was jolted up from Katsuki's loud snore right to my earlobes. His face was so cute though when he was fast asleep so I forgive him. It was my mood booster for the day.

My coffee equivalent though was this morning at my apartment.

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I fished my keys from my bag and opened the door to my studio apartment of number 9. I had asked Katsuki to wait for me outside since I hadn't clean my room. It was a mess from the last minute fashion crisis that Sunday; dresses were hanged everywhere, some piled in the corner. I also tried tons of socks and shoes on the entrance porch so there were boots, sneakers, and sandals lying around as if at least 10 people were visiting my room. Then there were my matching bras and panties, for good luck, which scattered on top of my bed and desk along with some books and assignment papers. If Katsuki's room was worse than this, I probably would consider inviting him in but knowing it wasn't, I felt ashamed of myself.

"Heh, looks like a murder scene in here."

"KATSUKI!!" I jumped turn in surprise that I became unbalanced and fell right to my bed. I was caught in the middle of putting on my uniform skirt so I squirmed in panic like a heated worm in order to quickly fasten my skirt's zipper. Katsuki right knee suddenly climbed onto me, pinned my body with his and pinned my right wrist with his right hand. "What's this, sloppy girl?" his left fingers hooked one of my cute panty I had laying around, making an annoying teasing face. My face instantly flushed red . I snatched it with my free hand and threw it away as far as I could. "So this is why you won't let me in," he smirked ever so sinister too closely to my face. "Next time, lock the door stupid."

He frenched me roughly. His tongue wildly danced inside my mouth, leaving me no seconds to catch my breath. I could feel something bulging rubbing my thigh in every slight move he did. As once again, his pheromone and lust inebriated my mind to complete blank. Sending dangerous impulse all over my system. A string of saliva still desperately connected our lust as he released his lips from mine. Katsuki smirked again. His fingers then flicked open one of my top uniform's button, revealing my clavicle just like his. I pressed his shoulder, "Katsuki, we're gonna be late," I warned him but it came out moaning. My breath was getting heavier.  "That would be your fault," he muttered as he planted little kisses to my clavicle.

And here I thought yesterday's kiss was just a heat of the moment thing that confused me about our relationship.

That was definitely a wake-up slap to my adrenal gland. Fortunately for me, that heavy pump of adrenaline caused me a complete awakening to go through the whole first half period.

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Back to the beaten me on the school garden bench, I reclined myself so I could lean my head on the redwood crest rail, staring up into stacks of dancing similar green leaves while enjoying duet orchestra of the cicadas mate songs and birds hunting chirps. It was a hot summer yet it was so breezy under the shades of giant Zelkovas surrounding the garden. The peaceful rustling noise took away my consciousness little by little. Until I finally fell asleep for good.