My Hero Academia Imagines

You're Lucky You're Cute! (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki

Writing Prompt 43- You're lucky you're cute

"Oi (Name)? Have you seen my fucking sweatshirt?" Bakugou asked you from his closet. He had piles of clothes surrounding him since he had been searching for his favorite sweatshirt in his dorm room for the past 20 minutes.

"What does it look like?" You called back from his bed, having taken a nap earlier while he was doing his homework. By the way your voice was groggy and fairly quiet, he guessed that he had just woken you up from your slumber with his call.

He could hear the bed sheets being moved, but not the sound of you getting up, meaning you were still sleeping or not wanting to leave you warm cocoon of his blankets and sheets.

"It's my black sweatshirt with the white skull on the center! I wore it yesterday too, so where the fuck could it fucking be?"

"Nope, no idea."

He paused, and glanced back at you. Your face was now buried in one of his pillows and his sheets were around you tightly. The way you had answered him struck him as odd too... you answered it to quickly and almost as if you were trying to move on past his questions.

"I'm going to give you 5 fucking seconds to give it back babe." He spoke coldly to you, his mind quickly coming to realize where his sweatshirt was.

"I don't have it." You lied, hoping he would believe it.

"Bullshit." Bakugou glared and came closer to his bed. "So either prove me fucking wrong, or give it back."

"And what if I don't?" You tested him.

"I'll fucking throw you on the floor and take my sweatshirt back myself."

"...fine..." You groaned and sat up, removing the blankets from your body and then finally kicking them away.

You began to take off said sweatshirt when Bakugou spoke up again.

"Fuck..." He breathed and you glanced up at him. He was staring his red eyes right into your chest, or at least the fabric covering it. His cheeks were a tiny bit flushed and his eyebrows were knit together. He appeared to be in some kind of internal struggle.

"What?"

His eyes widened when you caught him staring at you and he blushed even further, as well as raised his voice even further.

"YOU SHIT HEAD! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK SO FUCKING CUTE IN MY CLOTHES! NOW I DON'T WANT YOU TO TAKE IT OFF, BUT IT'S FUCKING COLD!"

You sighed and tugged on his t-shirt, causing him to shut his mouth. "If you're so cold, then come cuddle with me for a bit. That way I can sleep longer and you don't have to be cold."

He sighed in annoyance, making you think he was going to say no. but when he kicked his shoes off and crawled onto his bed with you, you smiled softly. He was such a good boyfriend when he wanted to be.

"You're fucking lucky you're cute, you know that dumbass?"

"Hmm." You yawned and snuggled into his chest as he pulled the blankets over the two of you.