playing with cards • bakugou x reader

VII

It's finally the next day. 

Last night my little conversation with Bakugou filled my mind, making it difficult to sleep. Once again, I mentally prepared myself ready to play 'regular civilian'.

 It was such a pain.

Shi never gave me assignments anymore, saying I needed to be alive for our bigger project. When I was just eight-years-old I already had killed at least fourteen people and injured thirty-six. Being less occupied I took it upon myself to teach myself. Math, languages, and history. 

I didn't like any of them, nor did I consider them to be beneficial on my behalf but it's not like I had anything better to do.

I looked at my phone and saw it was already one thirty. I let out a loud sigh, grabbing an (F/C) face mask this time. I put it on and went out. Kurogiri and Shigaraki were not at the hideout this morning saying they had important business.

 I hated being left out. 

This ramen shop Bakugou told me to meet him up it wasn't too far away gladly. Just a short walk. Well at least I thought it was short, I walk fast. Or maybe I was just eager to see that blonde hot-headed teenager.

But why would I?

I finally made my way to the front door of the restaurant. I waited a bit for more people to come out. I forgot my wallet so I had to pickpocket someone before walking in. After a few minutes, I saw three men walk out in full on suits. 

Bingo. 

I took out a card from my back pocket and got close enough to the man's pocket. Moving the edge of the card fast enough I felt the man's wallet fall into my hand. Him being oblivious to what just happened. When they walked away enough I opened up the leather money holder. 

Cards, pictures of his kids, and cash.

 Lots of it.

 I grabbed the cash out and threw everything else in a nearby garbage can, counting each bill. There was easily nine hundred bucks in there. I couldn't help but smirk as I stuffed everything into my pocket, opening the door and letting myself in.

The vibe in the shop was very light and airy. Almost like a hospital. "Hello! Table for one?" I was knocked out of my thoughts by a cheerful woman holding out a menu waiting for my response. "Uh-"

"Table for two."

I turned around and saw the same beautiful crimson eyes that matched the voice. We made eye contact for a second or two, leaving my stomach with this sick feeling. Maybe I'm just hungry. 

The waiter smiled at the two of us, grabbing one more menu. "Right this way please!" The two of us followed the worker as she led us to one of the corners in the shop. She placed the menus on each side of the table and signaled us to sit. I nodded at the girl as she walked away. Taking a seat and watching Bakugou sit across me.

This was awkward.

"Bakugou-"

"Shut up."

He lifted his menu and looked at all his options. I glared at him. Why the hell did he invite me here if all he's gonna do is tell me to shut up? I sighed lifting the menu and seeing myself. I finally decided on just a regular bowl of ramen, and I will order some sesame balls to go for Shi. 

That boy is a twig.

He needs to eat.

The girl who seated us came back with a notebook. "So, what can I get you two?" Bakugou sat up and looked at the poor worker annoyed. "Spicy curry." At least he didn't yell. I sighed. "I'll get the original ramen, please. Oh and an 8 pack of the sesame balls to go please." I watched as he nodded and scribbled everything down. "Do you want the sesame balls when you leave or is when they're ready, fine."

"When they're ready please." 

For a bad guy, I do have proper manners. I blame Kurogiri for that though. Shigaraki and I grew accustomed to his way of speaking and it's just stuck with us.

 The women walked away leaving Bakugou and me alone once again in silence. I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted me. "I invited you here because of yesterday. I kinda felt bad bringing up a sensitive topic." I blinked in shock. 

He was being a soft boy?

 I stared at him, he rolled his eyes crossing his arms into his seat. "You don't have to worry about it, you didn't know. Plus, I could care less I'm dying."

I shouldn't have said that. 

Too depressing.

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Some time had passed and I'll be honest. Hanging out with Bakugou was fun. His constant yelling and sassy comments distracted me from my thoughts. It almost felt like I had a normal life.

Almost.

Bakugou talked about him getting into U.A, and meeting all his 'extras'. I could care less about that information but since I had nothing to share I guess learning about him wasn't so bad.

A phone rang, cutting the blonde boys sentence. He lifted his phone and growled reading the caller ID. "What do you want old hag?!"

Old. . . . Hag?

"SHUT THE FUCK UP I'LL BE HOME WHEN I WANNA BE FUCKING HOME."

Bakugou angrily hung up the phone, stuffing his face with the remainder of his dish. I couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior. He looked at me, mouth full of food.

He had such a soft expression on his face. His eyes looking so innocent, and round cheeks. I felt my heart pounding faster and louder every second I spent staring at him. I felt my whole face turn red, I started to panic a bit.

 Why am I feeling like this? Why is my heart racing?

Why does he look so . . . cute?

This alerted him. 

He quickly swallowed his food and looked at me with worry in his eyes. "Holy shit, No Name are you okay?" He lifted his hand trying to grab a hold of my face, he was attempting to take off my mask. 

This isn't good.

 I pushed his hand back, hiding my face the best I could, I took out a one hundred dollar bill, slapped it onto the table and grabbed the bag of extra food from beside me. 

"I-I um, I gotta go." I quickly left the booth running out of the restaurant.

What's wrong with me?

Bakugou's POV

Why the hell do I keep screwing everything up?

 I saw shitty No Name's face turn all red and a look of panic on her face. I thought she was dying. Fucking idiot I was just trying to help. But I guess it was my fault for invading her privacy. I sighed feeling crappy about myself. 

This lunch was supposed to be me making it up to her.

I stared at her money. This girl must be rich if she can just leave that much money around. I leaned over the table to grab the bill when I noticed a rectangular shape on the seat where (Y/N) was sitting.

 I picked the mysterious object up, taking a few glances at it.

"A card?"  

Word Count:  1222

Published: Thursday, June 20th, 2019 

Damn (Y/N) you seemed to have done an oopsie at the end there. 

I wonder what happens next :) 

Side note: my french exam is in two hours and I haven't done any review haha (wish me luck  ;^;)