PRETTY THINGS CAN HURT || katsuki bakugo [ √ ]

°~Chapter 12: Winner Of Round One (Sports Festival PT 1)~°

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☆win·ner☆

/ˈwinər'/

noun

noun: winner; plural noun: winners

a goal or shot that wins a winner or point.

BRIDGE

a card that can be relied on to win a trick.

INFORMAL

a thing that is a success or is likely to be successful
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Its been a week since I met my father again. I hadnt spoken to anyone other than Tsuki and Shoto, and that pissed Katsuki off.

"Class dismissed." Aizawa waves us way. I quickly stand up and grab my bag, walking out of the room. About half way to the teachers lounge, I was pushed to the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with you shortstack?!" Katsuki growls. You shake your head, ducking under his arms, although it was a failed attempt as he caught you again. "ANSWER ME DAMMIT!"

"...why? Dont you see me differently now?" I question, my voice no higher than a whisper.

"Why the fuck would I see you differently?!"

"..."

"Is it because of your fucken father?!" His voice transfers to a whisper yell. I look away quickly. His calloused hand wrapped around mine as he pulls me outside.

"What are you-" he stops me as he pulls me into a tight hug, causing my face to explode with reds.

"Shut the fuck up Shortstack." I cant see him, but I know he smirks.

"I hate you." I murmur.

"You love me." He retorts.

"Your right." I whisper, but I know he could hear me, as I felt his face flush. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. "Thank you Katsuki.."

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*(F/S) = Favorate Soda

"Okay! Lets try this again." I laugh, stepping off the bus. "Wooh. No villains today!" I grin, stretching.

"C'mon (Y/N)! Lets head to the waiting room!" Tsuki calls, waving.

"Coming!" I yelp, running over to her. As we walked, a pleasent silence overcame us.

"Oh hey (Y/N)." Tsuki smiles, stopping me before we go inside.