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

Ch. 11: Worrisome

• {chapter 11} •
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○ W o r r i s o m e ○

《1st POV》

Ignoring what happened yesterday, I entered class like nothing, trying to act all tough again. As I walked down to my seat, my eyes challenge Bakugou who's seated down looking off somewhere.

I also realized the guy behind him wasn't there anymore. I heard he got kicked out of the class.

Notebook in hand, I near my desk just ready about to slam it onto his desk. However, the moment he looked up, he surrounds a black aura around me, his red irises deathly stinging into mine.

On second thought! My intimidating expression instantly drops as I smoothly slid into my seat, sharply turning to the front to avoid his gaze.

My leg bounces anxiously as my finger taps Bakugou's notebook. Sighing, I turn my body and instead softly placed his notebook on his desk. "I think this is yours," I began shyly looking at the red-covered book.

When I glanced up, I freeze seeing his usual irritated face while he still gave no answer. "S-Sorry...IAccidentallyTookIt," I quickly nod before swinging back to the front.

"And?" He growls.

I blink, halfway turning back to him. "What?" I cross my eyebrows not understanding.

"And?!" He repeated much more demanding.

"I-I don't understand..."

Leaning closer inches from my face, I hold my breath. He tilts his head, peeved eyes dropping low then back at me. Holy crap, Bakugou your jawline-- "New skirt I see?"

Hitching a breath, I shake my strange thoughts and mentally cursed that he had to bring it up. "Y-Yes.." I anxiously gulp, "I-I also apologize about that. I-I was not aware."

His shoulders bounce as he huffed a 'tch' before leaning back in his seat, arms crossed. "You're so dense," he says.

"Oh please, you're one to talk," I mumbled back. "You could've been grateful. After all, it's the closest you'll get to seeing a girl nearly--"

"WHAT WAS THAT, ICY?!" He immediately slammed his desk with a hand, erratically getting up from his seat. However, I didn't expect his cheeks to tint with the slightest of pink.

Trying not to think too deep into it, I grew easily irritated and faced the front. "IGNORING ME NOW, HUH?!" He continued. "I'LL FUCKING RIP OFF THOSE EYES IF YOU KEEP ROLLIN THEM!"

Feeling the corners of my lips twitch, I too slammed my hands on my desk, pushing my chair back as I stood up. Whipping toward him, my eyebrows narrowed.

"WELL, I'LL RIP YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH IF YOU KEEP FUCKING YELLING!!" I lashed back, eyes glowering, and I could tell the whole class was watching us bicker.

"OH YEAH?!! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!" He stomped forward.

"[Y-Y/n]!" Deku cried worriedly.

I smirked, never have been this ready for the moment he asked. I stepped forward, just inches from his face. "The same me you've forever known: it's Icy Bitch, Fire Ant," I sneered, feeling my eyes glow.

He flinched a little, his heavy locks of hair bouncing a little from shock. Guess he didn't expect that answer. Breaking the death stare, I sit back down, unable to bring down my smile as much as I wanted to. The room is silent, and I know everyone's staring at us, but I don't drop my smirk.