The Faker (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Chapter 15

(F/n POV)

"Oh, you are back already." I said as I rubbed the towel against my damp hair. He didn't say anything in response to me and just continued to eat his food. "You could have at least waited for me to get out before you started eating..." I said, more to myself as I walked over to the kitchen area and got my portion. "Don't forget you have to pay me back for that." He said, finally acknowledging me. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know."

The air around us seemed different. 

Bakugou seemed different. Almost like he was thinking, which I didn't know he was capable of. I couldn't help but feel like he kept looking at me with his sharp glares. I wanted to ask what his problem was, but this was as close to peacefully coexisting as we were getting, so I probably shouldn't mess it up. "I'm getting in the shower." He said, breaking the silence and walking across the room. I didn't respond before he closed the door, leaving me alone for a brief period.

I got up as well, tossing out the refinements of my take out. Feeling full and tired, I went over to the bed and dug through my bag, looking for my wallet so I could pay him back for the food. Something caught my eye. 'Did I leave this open?' I thought as I zipped the small bag that I kept my feminine products tucked away in. 'I guess I did...Weird.'

I tossed the duffel bag to the side and plopped down on the bed, pulling out my phone and going through my social media.

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I was pulled from my dozing state by the sound of a grumpy blonde and the pillow being pulled from beneath my head. "What the hell?" I said as I sat up and yawned. "If I am sleeping in the floor you don't get both the pillows, dipshit." He also started pulling the blanket off. I grabbed it and glared at him. "Like hell you are getting the blanket too." I tried to stand my ground. He tugged at the covers harder. "I'm not sleeping in the floor without a blanket and this is the only one."

"The go ask for another. This one is mine." I pulled back and he just glared at me.

This went of for a few minutes before I gave up. "How about we both sleep on the bed. You can have that side." I said and scooted to the edge furthest away from him. "No. I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you." He said. "Then sleep in the floor." I turned my back to him as I laid back down, holding the blanket tightly so he wouldn't take it. "Fine, but if you touch me I will blow your head off." He grumbled and sat on his side, pulling his half of the covers over his body. "Just stay on your side of the bed." I said as I scooted over to put as much room possible between us.

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I stretched out as the quiet beeping of my alarm got louder. I groaned a little as I reached over to cut it off. As I tried to roll over, something stopped me.

A strong pair of arms were wrapped around my waist holding me to the chest they were attached to. My face heated up immediately as I tried to pull away. "L-let go of me..." I said as I struggled to worm my way out of his grasp, but part of me wanted to stay like this. His smell had smokey undertones and his embrace was arm, I could almost melt into his touch. 'Stop thinking like that, (F/n)!'

After a few more minutes of struggling, I managed to escape. I pulled away right as he moved his arm, sending me off the bed. I landed on the floor with a loud thump and a groan. "Why the hell are you being so loud..." Bakugou's raspy voice complained. I sat up and look at the blonde, who still had his eyes closed. "You need to get up anyways, we will be late if you don't." 

"Whatever."
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"First things first, I need you to change he your hero costumes for the time being." Jeanist said as he handed us each a pair of jeans. "After the two of you change, we need to work on your attitudes, as you both are representing my agency. " Even though he referred to the both of us, I had a feeling it was directed towards the blonde beside me who had a scowl painted on his sharp features. "Yes sir." I said as I held the denim in my hands, waiting for Bakugou to accept them.

I nudged him with my elbow and he regrettably took the garment.

Once we were changed into the the stiff jeans, we were back in front of the number 4 hero. "For today, we are going on patrol.  As a hero, it is important to have a good public face, as you will be the one they call when they need help. One of you needs to practice that a lot more than the other. " I stifled a laugh, knowing it wasn't me.
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Patrol was rather uneventful. It was filled with Jeanist lecturing us on why patrols were important.

"Hey I know him! He was on T.V!" A little boy shouted as he pointed to Bakugou. All of us turned to see what he was going on about. "Is this about the sport festival again?" He mumbled as he started turning around.

"He was caught by the sludge villain and looked like he wanted to cry!" The group of children laughed. 'Uh oh... Here it comes...'

The blondes hair popped out of the slicked over style as he yelled at the group. "What did you say?!" His outburst half the small humans trembling. "Bakugou, have you already forgotten whet I jut told you?" Jeanist scolded as he massaged his temples. I bit my lip to keep myself quiet, as laughing at him would no doubt only make it worse.

"I wasn't caught by the villain. I was just trying to think of a way to best him." He leaned in closer, the crying trio flinched back ad he continued.  "I hadn't lost. I am going to be the number one hero!" He got louder as he went on, not making the situation better.

"You are jet making it worse." I said, deciding to step in and put a hand on on the kids heads. "I was just trying to explain that I wasn't caught by that villain!" He yelled, missing the point completely.

Best Jeanist just tucked his face further into the high neck of his shirt as we bickered back and forth.
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Well as of right now I am still alive, which is a plus? Debatable. Thanks for reading!~