Pop Tarts and Broken Hearts | Bakugo x reader

ONE

You didn't know very much about Bakugo Katsuki, besides the obvious. He was smart, and driven, and really quick to anger. And hot, objectively, although you didn't really like him. At least, you didn't think you liked him.

But you also knew- because it was obvious- that he was flirting with you. He had been for months now, almost since the school year had started. He wanted to be number one, and it had only taken a week of classes for him to start some sort of competition with you for the spot in his own mind. And then it had sort of just... spiraled. Now, you couldn't go one class period without him teasing you, or wear something strapless in the dorms without him making some inappropriate comment, or get through hero training without him taking every chance he could to manhandle you.

But you didn't like him, you didn't. He was an asshole. You couldn't like someone who was that big of a dick. You wouldn't allow yourself.

And yet... it seemed like you couldn't really help it. This morning, you'd been curled on one of the dorm couches with Mina, reading a novel you loved as she flipped through episodes of some kind of Netflix drama to find her favorites. It was a Saturday, and you'd camped out in her dorm room the night before, painting your nails and watching movies and gossiping. Now, you both had one of her large, fluffy, animal print blankets wrapped around your shoulders, her sitting cross legged facing the tv, and you with your legs stretched over her lap, leaning against the arm rest.

"I'm going to the bathroom, be right back," Mina yawned, and got up. You nodded, continuing to flip through your book. Your stomach growled, but you didn't feel like getting up. When you saw a flash of blonde hair, moving by, and called out.

"Kami, is that you? Can you grab me a pop-tart?" you asked. There was no response. You looked up to see where he'd gone to, only for your eyes to meet with harsh red ones as Bakugo leaned onto the backing of the couch next to you, looking down at your book.

"The Stand, huh? Isn't Stephen King a little gruesome for someone so... delicate?" he teased. His voice was scratchy with morning on top of his normal grating tones. You glared.

"Too gruesome for you," you huffed. "Get lost." Bakugo, of course, ignored you, leaning farther over the couch and plucking the book from your hands, flipping it over to read the back. Indignantly, you sat up, throwing the blankets off yourself to reach for it, but he held the book over his head. You sat up, propping yourself onto the backing of the couch with one arm, and reached farther toward his arm. He chuckled lowly, and his eyes grazed over you slowly now that you were uncovered by Mina's blanket. You flushed, pulling away from him and crossing your arms over yourself. You were wearing a tank top that was a little too short, but it was comfy, and short gym shorts that you'd slept in. Now that you were thinking about it, it may have been a bad idea to wear them down to the common area, but you'd only planned to stay on the couch, and you didn't feel like going back to your room for real clothes. You felt red hotness spread over your cheeks, and you grabbed Mina's blanket again, covering your shoulders.

"I said get lost," you repeated meekly. Bakugo just smirked, walking around the couch to sit next to you.

"Nah," he grinned. "I think I'll chill here. Do you mind if I change this?" he added, and gestured to the tv. You rolled your eyes, but agreed. Mina was taking forever, so she wouldn't complain if it got changed while she was gone. Bakugo put on some crime-comedy thing, and then leaned back onto the couch's backing, watching. You curled your legs up carefully towards you, keeping them away from his legs, and opened your book again, trying to ignore him. He huffed, and you buried your nose deeper into the pages. After a moment, he huffed again, and without warning, reached out to grab your ankles, pulling your legs back out to rest over his. You squeaked, trying to pull them back again, but he held them there, your calves lying across his lap. After a moment, you gave in, allowing him to keep you there. It wasn't like you were enjoying being close to him, just... It was easier to let him have his victory than to keep arguing forever. Yeah. That was it.

You kept reading. Bakugo watched his show. After another few minutes, he rolled his eyes.

"Will you just come here?" he finally growled. You blinked, looking up at him.

"Wh... what?" you asked. He rolled his eyes.

"Stop being coy, just come sit with me already," he snarled at you, and you blinked, red creeping across your face again.

"I'm- I'm not being coy! You never asked me to- I-" you stuttered, removing your legs from on top of his again to curl them to your chest. You pulled the blankets tighter around yourself, and Bakugo seemed to bristle, moving himself closer to you. He pulled his own legs onto the couch, doing something resembling squatting on the seat beside you. He reached out for the blankets, tugging them off of you and then running a hand down your arm.

"C'mon, y/n, just sit with me. It's not like you don't like me," he huffed. You didn't, though. You didn't like him. You pulled your arm out of his grip quickly, kneeing him in the chest and scrambling off the couch.

"Get the fuck away from me," you hissed, and held your arms around yourself. Bakugo sat up from where you'd pushed him over, eyes wide with surprise as he stared at you. You thought he would shout. Be angry. Attack you. Instead, he got up and left for the kitchen. When Mina came back to see you huddled in her blanket, tears streaking down your cheeks and face buried in the book you'd been reading, she gasped.

"Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?" she squeaked, and hurried to sit with you, running her fingers through your h/c hair and trying to get you to talk. You just shook your head. You didn't feel like telling her what had happened while she was gone.

"Just.. my book is really sad," you lied. She nodded, hugging you and then gently pulling the book from your hands, dogging the corner of the page and setting it on the end table.

"Take a break for now, hun. Watch a movie with me," she offered, and you nodded, curling into your side. You calmed down. After a while, you felt something resting on your knee, and you looked down to see what it was; a toasted poptart was sitting neatly on top of it's wrapper on your knee. Your brow furrowed, and you glanced around. Bakugo stood behind you. You hesitated.

"Thanks," you mumbled, and he nodded.
"No problem. Sorry." he murmurs; then he's gone.

A/N: yayy! Another fic has been started (as I continue to never complete my old ones.) This one can also be found on my AO3 @ snakesnbooks. Give me a subscribe for some cough rowdier works (mostly for Umbrella Academy, sometimes for other things.) It is on my qoutev as well, which has the same username.