Bombs Away [Katsuki Bakugou x Male Reader]

9-"Tantrum"

(Y/n)'s POV

Class flies by. Soon enough, the end of the day rolls around and I stand, immediately looking at Kirishima. He looks at me as well, his infamous sharky grin plastered on his face. He walks up to my desk "So, we hanging today?!" he asks energetically. "Mhm." I sigh through my nose. "Cool!".

We exit the class, and soon the school, heading to my home. I fly into the air, not enjoying walking. "Wow! You always look really manly when you float like that!" Kirishima smiles at me. I nod "I know."

It doesn't take long until we arrive at my house. I go to the front door, unlocking it and entering, with Kirishima close behind. Once we're in, the redhead glorifies over my interior. "Your house is amazing!" Kirishima compliments. "Wouldn't say that." I quirk an eyebrow. "Well... Can I see your room??" He asks, taking his eyes off my interior and into my sharp (E/c) eyes. "Yes. Here, follow." I plop back onto my feet and briskly walk to my room, entering it. I'm glad to see that my mom isn't sleeping in my room.

Kirishima swiftly enters by lightly nudging past me. He instantly admires my bedroom, more than the living room. "WOAAHHH!" He smiles widely. I crack a smirk from his excitement, being quite amused by it.

Bakugou's POV

"God DAMMIT!" I lightly hit my head back on the wall "fucking shitty (Y/n)". I take out my phone and open (Y/n)'s contact, which's name I direly need to change. I quickly and aggressively write out a message, asking him what he's doing in a brute manner, before ending up deleting the entire thing and turning off my phone. "Shitty hair and (Y/n).. Fucking shitty hair. Kirishima you fucking bastard!" I cover my face, my hands in clenched fists.

After a bit, my hands slide down my face with a loud groan. I feel so fucking pissed right now. "Fucking hell!" I hit my head back against the wall again. I haven't even fucking changed... God dammit. I stand and unbutton my blazer, letting it fall off my shoulders and onto my bed. I then pull off my shirt, belt, and pants, grabbing a T-shirt and jeans and pulling those on as replacement. I look at my phone, hopelessly expecting to see it buzz from that stupid fucking contact. But alas, nothing.

God FUCKING dammit.

"Shitty hair, shitty hair, shitty hair." I grunt, scrunching up my nose in a mixture of hate, anger, and disgust. "Shitty fuckin' (Y/n)!" I fall back onto my bed. Why am I reacting like this? What the fuck IS THIS? I cover my eyes again. "bastard..." My voice is shaky and muffled. This is an overreaction, even I know that. What the fuck even is this. Why even AM I reacting like this?!

I can't take this anymore. I roughly grab my phone and text (Y/n).

(Y/n)'s POV

I hear a notification go off, so I pause the game, grabbing my phone to confirm that, yep, it was from my phone. It's a text from Katsuki. "Ey, bastard, the fuck are you doing?" It reads. "Hold on." I shoot Kirishima a friendly smile before instantly dropping it when I grab hold of my phone. "Playing video games." I respond. It takes a while for Katsuki to respond "Only?". I get confused. Why would he even care? "Yeah, just playing video games. With Kirishima, if that adds to anything.".
He stops responding after that.

I sigh, still confused as I put my phone down. I pick my controller back up and unpause my side of the split-screen, going back to playing.

My mind is rushed with thoughts, mainly about Katsuki and why he would text me with a question so simple yet so vague. I look at Kirishima, who is just smiling and enjoying the game. I reach over and pat his head, making him look at me. He smiles at me "You sure like my hair, don't you?" he laughs quietly. "Mhm. Like i've established, it feels nice." I respond, running my fingers through his vibrant red locks. This helps calm my thoughts a bit. I grab my controller again and resume playing, sighing quietly.

3rd Person Pov

Katsuki just holds his face, leaning over himself as he sits on the edge of the bed. A bit of smoke emits from his palms with a small sizzling sound. He bounces his leg aggressively, groaning. "sssHHITT!" He falls back onto the bed, his arms sprawling out. "DIE, (Y/N)!" He yells, quite loud. He mumbles some incoherent angry bullshit. He sits up again and grabs his phone, reading the last message sent. "Kirishima. With Kirishima. Why not with me, huh?" He's holding his phone so tight it might break.

The ash-blonde starts to take deep breaths, in attempt to calm himself down from this unnecessary fit. He succeeds, but only a bit. Katsuki sets his phone down and lays back down, staring at the ceiling. He attempts to calm down some more in order to reduce outbursts. He tries thinking of things collectively, in which he fails but it's the thought that counts. "The hell do I even care, anyway?" Katsuki asks himself, sighing "I don't even remotely like (Y/n).".

Katsuki closes his eyes, his eyebrows unfurrowing by the smallest bit. "I'll give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.".