Blisters Of Love (Bakugou x Tall!Chubby!reader)

Sleep ( Part 1)

The past couple of days have been rough. The same nightmare clawing back into my thoughts night after night. I was currently sitting at my desk with a notebook and pencil. I scribbled down decryptions and sketches of the nightterror, hoping for a proper answer. Sharkboy spoke up.

"Wow Bakugou, with those bags under your eyes you almost look like Mr. Aizawa!" I growled at shitty hair. The door slung open. The class was dead silent. That bitch was standing in the doorway.

Her footsteps echoed as she walked to the back of the class. I quickly grab her sleeve, she looked back with no response. I stand up and storm out of the class with (Y,N)'s sleeve still scrunched in my hand. She walks slowly behind me, I had to yank her a few times because she walks like a turtle.

I turn a knob, and open the janitor's closet. I shove her in there and slammed the door behind us. I grab her by the collar and drug her down to my level. "Tell me why you're fucking doing this to me!" She gave a cold chuckle. "What do you mean?" She asked innocently. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME!" "I didn't do anything..." "YOU FUCKING LIER!!" She tore away from my grip and placed her hand on my neck, gripping it harshly, and slamming me against the wall.

"I don't give a shit about what you call me, but....if you call me a lier one more time...I'll turn you quirkless..." I clawed at her hands.

"Do you need something?"

I blink a few times and look around. I was still holding (Y,N)'s sleeve. I let go and stare at her face. It was a soft, neutral look. She looked down at me, confused, before turning around and continued shuffle to her seat. I turn back around to face the front of the room. I run my hand through my hair, as reality seemed to escape me.

Time skip~

I stood up and proceeded to exit the classroom. "Hedgehog!"....

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°•○●(Y,N)'s P.O.V.●○•°

After class, I try to catch up with Bakugou. As my shoes stopped hitting the floor, I quickly grabbed his arm and call him by my nickname for him. He flinched slightly, staying quiet. The rest of the class had already left, wanting to go home and finish their homework early.

"Did you need something?" His voice was monotone. Well, as monotone his voice can get. He always seemed to have a attitude of sorts. "Your mother had invited me and my father for dinner tonight as an apology. I was wondering if you knew?" I could sense his frustration.

"My father also asked me to walk to your home with you. He said he had work to do, but will be coming shortly. Father also said that he needed someone that could keep me safe, and sense Candycane was unavailable, he suggested I just walk home with you. Is that alright?"

"Do what you want." He continued to walk grudgingly to his house. I walk next to him, feeling his dangerous aura, that seemed to suffocate other energys around him. The walk was silent, but very comforting. "So,...tell me about your quirk." I spoke up first, knowing he would be to prideful to start the conversation.

"Better than yours, I'm sure. People kept talking about how this god-like teen would swoop down, surpass everyone, then become the number one hero with no effort while we work hard to push ourselves enough to fight those in our way.....but....you're...." Bakugou stop in his track to think of the word, his mind seemed restless.

"Fragile? Broken? I admit it, I choked. That doesn't make me weak. And becoming the number one hero was, and is, not my intention." I walk forward, closing my eyes to feel the surroundings better.

Bakugou looked at me, up and down. I stop and move to right, avoiding the biker coming at me quite fastly. I had forgotten to open my eyes. When I pry them open, I just looked down at the sidewalk.

Hedgehog was now to my left as we walk to the Bakugou household. "It reminds me of my childhood, your quirk, I mean." I steal a glance. "What, you mean you seen a quirk similar to mine? As if some bozo has a quirk as great as mine!" The boy exclaimed. "You do know what you did, right?" I blurted out.

I look over to him, making eye contact. He had the most confusing look on his face, hard to read. I sigh and trugde on. "I guess my dad didn't explain. I'll tell you in private, they're people listening to us. Let's move quickly." I grabbed his hand firmly, and whisper, "Act like we're a couple, it'll help the camouflage."

I use my quirk to make it seem that we're an older couple, in the early twenties. Bakugou surprisingly didn't pitch a fit, he was too tired to argue anymore. Once we were at his house, I deactivated my quirk for a split second--causing the camouflage to stop. He opened the door for me and himself.

"KATSUKI!? IS THAT YOU?? COME HELP ME PREPARE FOR GUESTS!!" Mrs. Bakugou yelled from the kitchen. "(Y,N) IS ALREADY HERE, DUMBASS!!" I punch the hedgehog lightly on his arm, giving him the 'show some respect' look.

"Oh!," Mrs. Bakugou poked her head out of the kitchen,"You must be the young lady my son has been obsessed with! You look just like his drawings!" She said with a sweet tone. Bakugou's cheeks grew in heat. "STAY OUT OF MY ROOM YOU OLD HAG!!!"

She hit him in the back of the head. "Be quiet, we don't want to hurt Miss Aizawa's ears!" "Just (Y,N) is fine, ma'am." She pulled me into a tight hug. "Katsuki, look at me," she pointed to him then to me. "Don't lose her, she's a keeper."
She winked at me and I let a small chuckle escape my lips.

Katsuki and I walk up the stairs, entering his room. "Leave the door cracked!" Momma Hedgehog hollered. Katsuki let out a large grunt as he faceplanted on a pillow, where he had flopped onto his bed.

"So you drew me?" I ask setting down my bag. He looked up from his pillow and threw his arm over to his bag, which laid beside the bed, rummaging around until he pulled out a notepad. I reach out and grab the notepad. Flipping through the pages I was caught off gaurd with one of the drawings.

'Him'

I slowly close the notepad, sitting it on his nightstand. "Why can't I sleep?" Hedgehog said with his face back in the pillow. "Have you tried camomile or lavender? Perha-" "No dip, Sherlock. I've tried everything, but I keep having these stupid ass nightmares of you, or some shit, and now I can't sleep for over an hour at a time." His voice didn't seem angry anymore just....exhausted. "Come here." I said, arms outstretched. He looked at me with a eyeroll and stood up to embrace me.

As soon as I wrapped my long arms around his smaller frame he collapsed. "How are...you...." he started but I answered for him. "I just give really good hugs." It was true, I am constantly being told that I was made perfectly for hugs. I slowly sit down with Bakugou on top of me. This was normal to me, friends would always cuddle up to me (especially when it was cold).

I let out a small yawn and close my eyes. Darkness seemed to be draging me into a form of peace: sleep. Definitely my dad's favorite peace.

Time skip~

▪¤■□Bakugou's P.O.V.□■¤▪

I woke up to me straddling (Y,N) with her arms around my waist. My head had somehow snuddled into her neck. I'm not going to lie, it's very comfortable. Her hand suddenly jerked up to her neck, fingers digging into her skin. I grab her hands and intertwine my fingers and her.

"Stop it, you're starting to bleed and this carpet was expensive." Her eyes stayed clamped and her hands were still shaking in mine.

"Don't let him take me, please....I'm begging you..."