━ "you trust me right?" ✧
day in day out, it was sleep, study, and laugh at their jokes like she gave a shit.
she craved excitement, and who could deliver better than two 1-A hotties and a blood thirsty villain?
traitors, smut and a character who e...
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After your physical assessment with Midoriya, the school day was over at last and you were eager to head home.
The other girls talked about the assessment in the changing room as your mind wandered to the blond boy for the umpteenth time that day.
Ever since the incident at USJ, you'd come to pay even closer attention to him. Was it really your fault? He just stood out so much among the others.
His broad, built shoulders you got to stare at during homeroom, that cocky grin he wore when he knew he was going to win, the beads of sweat that made their way from his forehead, down to his neck, and finally to his collarbones.
You couldn't think of words to justify it, and you were undeniably thirsty for someone for the first time in your life.
Amid your fantasizing, all the students had left the changing room. Aside from Uraraka, who waved her hand in your face with a concerned expression.
"Hey (Name)-chan, you've been spacing out all day." She continued, "are you sure you're okay? You can tell me if anything's wrong, you know."
"Yeah, I'm completely fine Ochako-san!" You gave her a thumbs up, a half-forced smile rising to your face. "You can go ahead, I still have to get dressed."
She sent you a sad smile, like she knew you were hiding something, but waved goodbye anyway as she left the room. "If you say so, and call me Ochako-chan already!" You laughed and waved back.
The gym uniform was pretty snug, hugging the natural grooves on your body — not that anyone was complaining, and it was pretty good for mobility.
You peeled the fabric from your skin, switching back to your regular uniform before locking the door behind you as you ventured off-campus.
Upon glancing back, you noticed the door to the boy's change room was left slightly ajar. You sighed in annoyance, morals pleading for you to do the right thing, so you turned on your heels and went to lock it.
Cursing under your breath, you swung open the door and did a quick sweep of the room with your eyes. You froze as you spotted a lone sweater still hanging on one of the hooks. Shit.
When you entered, the lights were off. So that meant someone just forgot it, right? You ventured deeper into the space, walking past rows of lockers as your heart began thumping in anticipation.
But when you reached the end of the room, it appeared that there was really no one left and you scared yourself for nothing.
Strolling back to the sweater, you looked at the hem of the neckline to see who the idiot was that forgot it.
'Bakugou Katsuki'
Your eyes widened, mind racing with ideas. There were a few options here, all perfect excuses to approach him. It wasn't like you were nervous to do so in the first place, but 'returning the sweater he forgot the other day' was too convenient to pass up.
