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

Ch. 12: Carnival

• {Chapter 12} •
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♡ C a r n i v a l ♡

《1st POV》

On my way to school, I shake my pill bottle, strangely knowing how many pills were left just by the sound: three.

Trying to avoid temptation, I force it back into my jacket pocket. I take in the morning breeze and exhale, hoping I won't have to take any of the pills today.

Even without Todoroki's advice, I personally have been trying to limit the dose of my pills. And I've already made a promise to never leave Deku's side--this meant hanging around his other friends too. And friends with an 's' meant dealing with different personality types.

I stare at my gloved hands. I want to get better so I can be a hero. And someone cannot be hero if they can't help themselves first.

"YO ICY BITCH!"

Picking my head up startled a little, I halt in the hallways just outside of 1-A. The moment I turn around, I'm shoved against a wall, a whole forearm leaning just above me as Bakugou furiously peered down at me, his body mere inches from mine to block possible escape routes.

Stunned at the sudden action, it was a regretful decision to meet his enraged pupils. My body stuck against the wall completely; even my arms and hands didn't have space to raise in surrender.

"Bak..Bakugou?" I close my eyes smiling anxiously, "M-Mornin'...h-how may I help you?"

The same arm above me banged the wall, and I shrink a little from the wall's vibration before cautiously peeking through one eye.

Clenching his teeth into a snarl, he leaned in dangerously close. "OI, YOU CRACKED MY PHONE!"

"EH?!!" Fluttering both eyes in complete confusion, I slowly rise back to my normal height.

"YOU CRACKED MY PHONE LAST NIGHT, IDIOT!" He repeated.

"How the hell did I?!" I cry shocked and offended. I thought this was about some other usual shit.

Banging his arm again, I see his other arm come at me, and I shield myself....but no direct hit came at me as I had thought so.

Slowly pulling my arms down, Bakugou held out his phone in front of me, and his head starts to steam. If anything, the crack was only half an inch and to the side, not even in the middle of the cell.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." I frown disappointingly at him, realizing there's no reason to feel threatened anymore.

"You made me so mad I threw my fucking phone across the wall, Ice Tray!!" He stomped, and I hadn't reacted anymore.

I felt the stressed crease on my forehead fall. Now I'm just waiting for my temperature to drop. Shit, I'm hot. By now, my cheeks must be red from all the pressure. I pursed my lips, staring unamused and not falling for his intimidation now.