Text Back (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Stroke of Luck

I'm back bitches

Right after the incident, the school called your mother and reported your punishment. You were suspended for week and would receive further instructions when you returned. As much as you were annoyed by it, you understood that your actions were severe and you reaped what you sowed. You were glad they hadn't outright expelled you since attacking a student very much warranted that kind of measurement.

However your fate was to be, you were still bored out of your mind at home. Yes being there was comforting, but being alone when the rest of the world was going about its business was vexing. The days dragged on despite the occasional texting with the bakusquad.

"What are you fuckers doing?" Bakugou questioned as his camera neared their table in the cafeteria.

"Kaminari fell asleep so we taped his feet to the floor," Sero sniggered.

Mina approached the golden blond with a grin. "Watch this.... Kaminari! Wake up we're late for class!"

The snoozing boy immediately shot up, bleary eyed. "Oh fuck! Not again!" He stood from the bench and made to get out but quickly lost his balance and flipped the table onto himself with a crash. In the background you could hear Sero, Kirishima, and Mina howling with laughter.

Bakugou zoomed into the destruction. "I'm surrounded by idiots."

You chuckled and replayed the video he had sent you. It was moments like this that you missed.

You sighed and got out of bed. Your mom was at work (as per usual) which left you alone in the hollow house you called home. Growing tired of the stale air you decided to head out for a bit.

The sky was streaked with warm tones of orange and yellow as you exited your abode. You made a mental note to not stay out too late. Ever since that encounter in the alleyway and at the hospital, you were weary towards the night time, afraid that someone was out there watching you. You sounded paranoid but you had good reason to be. Yet you didn't want this strange entity to win, so you gathered up your courage and went out.

You had a couple of quarters in your pocket and decided to visit the local arcade to pass the time. It wasn't too far from home which made the trip mercifully short.

The first thing to hit you was parade musical tones and the walkways of glittering coloring. You had practically grown up in the little rundown arcade. You used to go there all the time with your best friend and his brothers. It felt like an eternity since you'd been there.

Your hand glided over the pinball and game machines as you followed the speckled carpet further down the rabbit hole. You were too distracted by your nostalgia to notice that you had just walked up to someone on one of the devices.

You almost jumped in embarrassment. "Sorry! Didn't mean to disturb you."

The man shifted his emerald blue eyes over to you. He had set of black, fluffy hair spiking out in every direction. His under eyes were marred deep velvet along with his bottom lip and jaw area trailing all the way down to where his chest started. The oddly though, there were staples surrounding the skin like it was holding it in place.

Despite all this he still had a quiet air of attractiveness to him.

You glanced over at his screen and immediately recognized the game. "Aw man I love Street Fighter! I used to go whole days just wasting coins on this machine." Upon closer inspection, you noted the digital break between the images. "Is it frozen?"

The man shrugged. "Looks like it."

"Give me a second." You tapped the back of the contraption twice and banged it hard on the last hit causing the device to kick back into gear. The fighters on the screen flickered and began to do their programmed bouncing poses.