Drawing Stars [Bakugou Katsuki]

iv. avant garde

Summary:

Bakugou Katsuki is man of actions instead of words.

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"I don't need help from you!" you yelled at the male.

You were certain that if your knee wasn't injured, you would've kicked Bakugou. Eventually, you managed to get Bakugou to remove his grip on your wrist. You were somewhat grateful that Bakugou even stayed and continued guiding you to the Nurse's Office, so you didn't go as far as to tell him to go away. Bakugou kept his distance from you as you lagged behind him, moving through the hallway as carefully as you could. While you were busy making sure that you don't trip over your own feet, Bakugou stopped to look at you. The male squeezed his fingers into his palm tightly, clenching his own hand with a force strong enough to draw blood. It was starting to get irritating for Bakugou to see you walking in pain. No matter how much you try to conceal the pained look on your face, the way you were slowing down was more than enough to tell him that you were struggling to move.

Bakugou was lucky that you weren't paying attention to him. If you had been watching him, you could see how his eyes were observing you with full attention. Fortunately for Bakugou, you gaze was on your knee and the ground. Your expression was a mixture of focus and pain, it seemed like you were thinking about the best way to move so you don't injure your knee any further. He couldn't tell what you were thinking but he could care less anyway. His footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallways, stopping just right in front of you. When you noticed that his feet was right in front of your own, you looked up. The way he was looking at you was different. Though, his face still held his infamous scowl.

"What do you want now?" you asked him, standing up straight and stretching your leg.

"Hey―What do you think you're doing―" Before you can even protest or anything, Bakugou wrapped his hand around your waist and picked you up from the ground with ease. The male kept quiet as he hoisted you up into the air and threw you right over his shoulder. Thankfully, Bakugou couldn't see how red your face was from embarrassment.

You never particularly liked being carried over the shoulder, it was an embarrassing position. Mostly because you're laid face down over Bakugou's shoulder with your upper body to the rear. Despite the rough gesture, Bakugou had you over his shoulder in a rather firm grip. He had his arm wrapped around your waist instead of your knees. Its humiliating for you ― the person being carried, since you're turned into a passive object with your face down and butt pointing up and to the front. Bakugou seemed to not care about what you were saying and continued carrying you on his shoulders as he headed towards the Nurse's Office.

"Can't you at least tell me if you were going to do this?" you questioned him after a few seconds of silence. You didn't even bother to break free from his hold because you knew that the two of you would start arguing again. To be honest, arguing with Bakugou wasted quite a lot of energy.

"Can't you just shut up and let me do my shit? I'd appreciate if you just cooperate." Bakugou replied with a glare. Maybe you weren't looking directly at him but you could tell that he was glaring. In response, you rolled your eyes and decided to just relax instead of being so stiff.

"If I had told you earlier about it, you would've fucking resisted and waste more time." the male continued.

"Well sorry that I fell on the court and that All Might had to pick you out of all people to lead me to the Nurse's Office." you emphasized your words here and there. Bakugou merely scoffed and slid open the door to a room. You were too angry to even feel embarrassed. When the two of you arrived, an old lady greeted you with a small smile.