Pop Tarts and Broken Hearts | Bakugo x reader

THREE

It suddenly seems all too important how you look- Which necklace you put on in the morning, what makeup you do before class, what clothes you wear on the weekends, what style you put your hair into most days. You're absolutely fucked; currently, you stand in front of your mirror, twirling back and forth and inspecting every flaw and feature you posses. You've chosen a plain white t-shirt today and put on some ripped up jeans with the cuffs rolled up. You'd added a necklace, and earrings, and a bracelet to make it seem less plain, but then you'd started to worry that it was too much jewelry. You'd thrown your hair up into a ponytail, and then noticed how the ends looked lopsided when you bunched them together. Now, you were simultaniously trying to decide whether this shirt made you look rectangular, if these jeans made your ass look flat, and whether or not you had weird ankles. You decided no, no, and yes, then questioned yourself some more and changed your answer to yes, no, yes.

You were just about ready to go into your closet and grab some higher socks when there was loud knocking at your door.

"Yo, shorty, hurry the fuck up, or I'll leave without you. Almost everyone is there already," Bakugo growled from the other side of your door, and you squeaked, gracelessy running across the room to open the door.

"Let me just grab my bag and jacket!" You said, and pulled him in a step before scrambling to your closet and pulling out your go-to jacket. You slung it onto your arms, threw on your mini-backpack over that, and then shoved a pair of light-pink glittery boots onto your feet. Bakugo raised an eyebrow at your choice in shoes, and you quenched the rising tide of embarassment in your gut by punching him on the shoulder as he dragged you out the door.

A moment later, you were walking down the sidewalks outside of the UA grounds headed towards a cute little cafe a block or so down the street. You and the rest of class 1-A had started meeting there on weekends about a month ago; it had started with just you, Mina, Kaminari, and Sero, but then he'd invited Kirishima, who had managed to start dragging Bakugo along. Then you'd all started running into Midoriya, Iiada, Tsuyu, and Ururaka, who'd introduced their friend group to the hangout. After that, most of the class could be counted on to show up on most Sundays- excluding Mineta, who'd been banned from the premise after only two visits (It didn't take an idiot to figure out why).

When you reach the cafe, Bakugo pushes open the door and you duck inside under his arm to beat him to the counter. You order for the both of you- a black coffee, a milk tea, and two bagels with cream cheese- and then move to sit down with the rest of your friends carrying your drinks. Bakugo follows a step behind you, but you both stop when you get to your table. There's only one open chair left, and while you simply blink dumbly, Bakugo is quick to anger.

"Where the fuck's the other chair, idiots?" he barks, and Kirishima smiles at the two of you sheepishly.
"This young couple came in and asked if we were using it.. I felt bad our class was taking up the whole place so I said no," he admitted, and rubbed the back of his neck.

Bakugo snarls, but you sigh, tugging his arm. "just sit down, shouty. I can stand," you tease, and Bakugo rolls his eyes, sitting down in the chair and taking a bite of his bagel. You chuckle, leaning on the backing of the chair next to him and taking a bite of your own. Conversation quickly picks back up, but Bakugo doesn't talk very much until a few minutes later, when he grabs your wrist roughly and tugs you into his lap. You squeak, and he rolls his eyes.

"What the fuck Bakugo!" You shriek, and he shrugs.

"You were making me anxious standing over me like that. Just chill," he grumbles, and you glare at him. Bakugo doesn't get anxious from someone standing over him.

"Bullshit," you huff under your breath. Luckily, no one but him hears you. Even more luckily, no one hears when he responds.

"Only if you want it to be." he murmurs the words into the back of your neck below your ear, and you have to stop yourself from shivering. It's not weird, you try to convince yourself. Bakugo always does this. The flirting, the making you squirm. It's just a game for him.

"Shut up, gunpowder," you huff, and pull yourself off his lap, grabbing your tea. You take a final sip, and then pick up your bad. "I'm gonna head out, everyone, I've got a couple errands to run," you say, and after a couple quick goodbyes, you make your leave, turning away from the door of the cafe and heading towards a bookstore you like. You're finally starting to feel a little less self concious, and a little more at ease, when somone grabs your wrist from behind. You spring around, foot sweeping under the leg of the person who'd grabbed you and knocking them to the ground.

"Jesus! What the fuck was that for?" you blink angrily as you realize the person who'd grabbed you had been Bakugo.

"What the- what do you mean? You snuck up on me, asshole!" you shout, and he frowns.

"You're the one who left all huffy, alright, I wanted to know why!" he defends himself, and you can't help your mouth falling open.

"Wow, really? Seriously?" you scoff, and his eyebrows scrunch. "You have got to have at least an idea why I left so fast," you say sarcastically. He huffs, looking away.

"Whatever, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he grumbles.

"Fine. Just... I don't get why you have to keep at it, Bakugo," you sigh, rubbing your eyes. He blinks, and then looks sort of hurt. There's a pause, and you continue. "It's just.. I don't know," you murmur, and he glares at you.

"Just say it, y/n. I get it," he growls. You raise an eyebrow.

"Say... say what?"

"That you don't like me! You think I'm ugly or rude or whatever the fuck you think. You don't want me to like you," he hisses, and venom fills his words. Your eyes widen in shock, and you step back.

"Wait.. what? You're not joking?" you ask dumbly, and the look on his face is ireplicable. He goes from fuming, to confused, to fuming again in seconds.

"Wh- of course I'm not joking! How stupid are you, shorty? Jesus fuck, did you think I was making fun of you this whole time? I swear to god-"

You cut him off. You don't say anything, or do anything, but he must see the look on your own face and decide to take pity on you. The insecurity comes rushing back; how's your hair? Why is he so angry? Have you screwed up that bad?

"Sorry," you whisper, and he rolls his eyes.

"It's fine. Let's go home." He huffs, and then you do, trailing a step behind him like a stray dog who isn't sure whether to run, bite, or cling on to the first person it sees. When you finally get back to the dorms, you head up to your room without a word, finishing the last of your homework and trying to forget what Bakugo had said to you earlier. How could he actually like you? Jesus, what were you supposed to do now?

When there's a knock at your door, you get up and answer immedeatly. Bakugo stands there- of fucking course- and looks down at you. You become intensley aware of how baggy and gross your pajamas are, and you stiffen.

"Uh. Hey," you mumble awkwardly. Bakugo raises an eyebrow.

"Can I come in? I brought tea," he says quietly, and you hesitantly accept. You both sit on the floor, and while he drinks his tea and begins to say something to you, you zone out, frozen in place. You worry, and it consumes you until your attention is finally graspect by Bakugo shouting "Hey!" Your head snaps to look at him.

"Are you good, idiot? You're not listening." he sounds frustrated, and you blush.

"S- sorry," you squeak, and he stares at you for a moment before shaking his head, amused.

"Stop worrying so much. You look cute. Drink your tea," he assures you, and you find yourself relaxing instantly upon knowing he isn't focused on your every flaw like you are.

"R- right. Thanks," you mutter, and this time when he begins talking, you actually listen.

Finally done! You can now also read this story on my tumblr, @ snakesnbooks as well as here and on my AO3 (also snakesnbooks.) It's always uploaded on AO3 first but here vs tumblr is a mystery to everyone including me! Probably here first bc it takes more time to do it on tumblr.

QOTD: baby cult, worm on a string, or arson frog? heehee!

Thanks for reading!

-bridget