ALERT [ BAKUGO X OC/READER]

Kacchan

"Whatever, use what you can."

Crystal frowned. She could tell how exhausted he was by the tone of his voice.

"...Alright."

She opened what was quite clearly a wardrobe, and found an unexpectedly mundane wardrobe - other than the unusual number of black tank tops that were a little too tight.

She held up a random shirt. It was no shocker that the shirts would be dresses on her tiny frame. So she took whichever was the smallest, and it was nowhere close to mid-thigh.

But she was missing a bottom, and his boxers were like running shorts to her. Holding one up, she figured Bakugo's big hands were not his only huge body feature. Immediately, she decided she would not be wearing his undies.

All of his pants were too long for her, and the shorts he had were too large at the waist. She only had a shirt. No underwear, no pants. But a pair of shorts were better than no pair of pants.

Crystal took her set of clothes to the bathroom, setting them down by the sink. She really did look awful. Her metallic hair was all over the place, her shirt was ripped terribly, exposing her mud-caked skin. And her eyes... They were still gleaming golden. So...she wasn't going home. She'd have to hide elsewhere until her irises were silver again.

She peeled off her sticky, dirty clothes to find them brown and unwearable. She just dumped it in the trash.

She was bruised too, but nowhere near as bad as Bakugo.

Crystal stepped into the shower, looking down on the remnants of Bakugo's blood, and it just added to her mountain of guilt.

His clothes did not fit at all, leaving her to wear the same sweaty underwear. His pants were so huge at the waist she had to hold them up.

By the time she went out, Bakugo was sitting up on his bed, in shorts, still shirtless.

"Are you feeling any better?" she asked.

"Yeah, just a bit immobile. Did you stitch it yourself? The wound?"

"Yeah." She sat at the edge of the bed.

"When?" He moved aside and patted the space beside him.

"Well, since i first started training seriously. I'd accidentally cut myself or bruise myself with the metal objects around me. My parents weren't around much either...I guess it came naturally..." She moved to lie beside him.

There was an awkward silence before Crystal said, "Thanks...for bearing with me today. No one's ever done that for me."

Another moment of awkward silence.

Then Bakugo says, "Katsuki..."

She looks at him, head tilted. "Huh?"

His face reddened a little "You can call me Katsuki. Or Kacchan."

She couldn't help but giggle at his sudden shyness. "Thanks, Kacchan."

"Shouldn't you leave? It's late."

She points at her golden irises, "I come home like this and I'll just be isolated even more."

She shied under his soft stare. "I know it looks like those eyes that glow in the dark, like in horror movies, bu-"

"It's not. Really. Your eyes are kinda hot." He said that without a hint of shyness.

His change in attitude was making Crystal blush, so she climbed out.

She forgot to hold up her shorts. So they simply slid down. Bakugo just stared, wide-eyed.

Crystal didn't really notice, the shirt being mid-thigh long and all. Instead, it was Bakugo who yelled "AAAA!" as he pulled her pants up.

Crystal sensed the metal stitching on his abdomen tug away. She forced him back on the bed, ditching her pants.

"This won't hurt too much."

She held a finger above the wound on his bare abdomen as she stitched it back. She was so focused this time, her face was just inches away from his abs.

Bakugo let out a pained moan.

Then Mitsuki came in. She saw : Crystal fresh out of the shower, in her son's shirt, without pants, on top of him, one finger caressing his shirtless abdomen on his ruffled bed- maybe even licking it, and him letting out a moan.

a /n

i want Bakugo to call me "author-chan"

itll make me UwU

But it's just as cute when yall do it

makes me want to eat you