♡Fuck You, Too♡ || Bakugou x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Ch. 6: A Close Call

• {Chapter 6} •
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《Your POV》

"Coming through the door!!" A booming voice surprises the whole class, but I'm rather stunned to see the number one pro hero, All Might, here!

"Oh, yeah, [Y/n], you haven't heard," Sero leans in from my right. "All Might became a teacher this semester."

"We will run another second combat training!" He announced.

Two words: combat training. I didn't hesitate to pull out a pill and gulp it down as All Might continued explaining. "Get geared up, fellow heroes! After you change, gather in Ground Beta!"

The wall moved to reveal metal suitcases with numbers on them, mine being 21. Right, the hero costumes. Everyone uproars with excitement except the less lively ones like Todoroki and I.

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I stood next to Izuku and giggled at his adorable costume. "I didn't think heroes could be cute, Izu," I beam, hands on my hips as the pill for sure had kicked in already.

"Mhm, [Y/n]-san, you look good too," Izuku grins. Uraraka came up also complimenting his costume, causing him to freak out into a bashful mess. As she and I made eye contact, I teasingly wink at her while gesturing a clueless Izuku, and she immediately turns away, embarrassed. "Ah, [Y/n]-chan, but yours is so cool too..."

"Likewise!" I salute the gravity girl. Just then, the movement of colors, black and bright orange catch the corner of my eye. Turning around, my lips instantly curl into a smirk as it was none other than Katsuki Bakugou ready to hit some type of insult at me.

But somehow, I couldn't seem to get my eyes off him. He went all out with it. Shit, look at the size of the curves on those muscles...he's no joke...

I immediately flinched at my own thoughts. Come again, [Y/n]? The hell my brain just say right now?!

Towering over me menacingly again, my lips suddenly feel like they're going to quiver at how dangerously close he was...and it's making me oddly anxious.

Oh no, he's h o t.

Scoffing at myself, I put my hands on my hips, forcing myself to shut my eyes and play off a sneer. "Didn't think you were into cosplay, Bakugou," I gave a hardy laugh.

I've known Bakugou so well that I felt the atmosphere expectantly shadow with heavy apprehension. Next thing I know, he'll just end up yelling agai--"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?! COSPLAY?!!!" He erupted predictably.

Opening my eyes, I raise an eyebrow, forcing myself to look at him no differently, "Yeah, you even have the mask..." Without thinking, I ran a thumb over his black mask, and his eyes enlarged taken aback. I then lifted his arm from his suddenly stiff self. Man, I'm surprised he even let me touch him. "...and you even got the props."

He rapidly pulled his arm away from me. "S-SHUT THE FUCK UP, ICY! THESE AREN'T PROPS!"

"Tch, you could have just made it simple," I shrugged just before instinctively reaching out to his shoulder. Chills instantly run through my body from his tough skin.

However, he relaxed as he stared at my hand. Actually, to make matters worse for me, I had an accidental need to softly squeeze his shoulder.

"I mean..." I scoffed, pretending it was just some gesture to make sure he was paying attention. But I noticed he ran stiff again, "don't you know you're showing too much skin?" I teased.