BNHA Oneshots

Whipped. [Bakugou Katsuki]

A/N: wow, it's been like 1-2 years since i've updated this book, huh?

i kinda fell out of the fandom when season 3 ended, but i'm back and with soft soft bakuhoe to satiate you all.

Summary: Bakugou has a hard time realizing he has it bad for you.

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Bakugou Katsuki was a reserved guy. He didn't like to be bothered (or provoked), nor did he necessarily take pleasure in bothering other people. He kept to himself (if it could be helped), yet he found himself boring holes into the back of your head during class when he should've been clicking the top of his pen rhythmically, ignoring the lecture because it was material he already knew through and through like he usually did.

From his stari— observations, he soon learned that you almost always had your hair up in some way shape or form and how it was never out of place. He noticed that you didn't wear much jewelry, usually earrings, learning you leaned towards small hoops and studs more than anything else.

He hated it.

Mina said he was whipped for you; the damn alien girl couldn't let anything slide past her when in involved Bakugou, let alone his love life. Of course, the other boys got involved, insisting he was head over heels for you.

He cringed internally when he heard those words leave their mouths, scowling and whipping his head out of view with his bleach blonde bangs hanging over his narrowed eyes.

He was not whipped for you. Sure, you were one of the few people he could tolerate. You were confident, strong-willed, smart— you had a good head on your shoulders with a strong quirk to back that up.

It was just.. admiration.

He cringed again.

That was most definitely a stretch. He wouldn't say he admired you. He was sure he could beat you in a fight if he tried. The only edge he was aware that you had on him was the fact that your resolve was unbreakable— no matter how badly one tried to snap your will in half.

He wanted to hate you.

He wanted to hate how perfect of an individual you were in his eyes; the fact that you were the ideal human being to him and justtt his type irked him beyond belief.

Yet, the annoyance he felt wasn't because of how extraordinary you were, no. It was the fact that he couldn't bring himself to make a move. He couldn't bring himself to have you.

Tch, he didn't want you anyway.

He didn't want you, or your stupid, perfect face. He didn't want you or your realistic and honest mindset and outlook on the world. He didn't crave your wisdom and unfiltered advice, or to hear your jokes that you didn't even mean to tell, paired with your obnoxiously genuine laugh, and that smile that made small dimples form on both the apples of your cheeks and sides of your mouth.

He'd blow in his own face before he admitted the fact that he was absolutely smitten for you.

The boy refused to let you enter his thoughts, having to tear his eyes from your figure during class or training when they'd wander over to you out of a habit he considered rather troublesome.

He tried forcing himself to forget those little ticks and coping mechanisms you had, like how instead of getting upset or crying, you tried laughing it off and appearing indifferent, or how you twirled your pen around in your fingers seamlessly like a percussionist with a drum stick.

He'd have to ask if you played at some point.

He shook his head hard enough to give him whiplash.

Anything to get these thoughts out of his damned head.

The school bell couldn't have rung any faster, Bakugou practically scrambling out of his seat to grab his bag and get the hell out of that stuffy classroom. Being in the room with you felt like the walls were closing in.

He wasn't claustrophobic until now.

"Bakugou-kun?"

He froze.

You did not just call his fucking name.

He stood up slowly, bringing his bag up with to to sling it roughly over his shoulder before turning to glare down at you best he could.

It was a shame you were so damn cute. He couldn't intimidate you without the urge to throw himself out the rescue window washing over him.

"Oi."

You dropped your clammy hands from the clasp they were in, swinging them behind you to hook them together behind your back. You inhaled shakily before speaking.

"Well, since you're one of the top students in the class and all, I was wondering if you could help me study? Maybe, like, tutoring? Training also works if you're uncomfortable with the first idea..."

You trailed off, your gaze traveling from his red eyes to the blue sky that lied beyond the large windows lining the classroom walls.

Were you nervous?

He felt his eyebrows raise and crimson eyes widen slightly at your request. He sucked in the hot air of the classroom through clenched teeth.

"Tch, when'd you have in mind?"

Your eyes practically tore themselves away from the fluffy white clouds that flew across the sky, the orbs bright and sparkling, paired with a smile that rivaled the sun.

Those fucking dimples again.

"Is tomorrow after school good? We can study at my place!"

He contemplated for a moment before hesitantly nodding his head and turning away, hiding his face in fear that the warmth he felt spreading across his cheeks was a blush.

"Sure. Now, go. Some of us have to get home."

You thanked him for his time and walked out of the classroom with a little more pep in your step that day.

He knew damn well that if he accepted, he'd only be sucked deeper into the hole that was loving you.

But who gave a shit? Bakugou Katsuki wasn't a coward.

And so, he did it anyways.

He sighed, not bothering to restrict the grin that lingered on his lips.

See you soon.