A Series Of Incidents (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)

[SEVENTEEN]

With the Sports Festival out of my hair, I can finally focus on doing things that I want to do.

Problem is that I've got no clue about what I'm going to do.

I sit in the cafeteria, with the Bakusquad, staring intensely at the meal below me, unknowingly drowning out all conversation around me.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? There hasn't been any drama for so long... it's kind of weird.

What the fuck, (Y/N), what are you, a karma thirty whore? Get real.

You're a vine quoting, meme loving, depressed sack of potatoes, who doesn't know where their nearest Seven Eleven is.

Bakugo, who's sitting beside me, suddenly sends a rough elbow into my stomach, and I cough violently.

"What the hell?!" I snap, clutching at my stomach.

"You zoned out again, (Y/N)," Denki comments, and I start sweating aggressively when I see the rest of the table giving me weird looks. "You good?"

"I'm fine!" I squeak, in a voice that screams 'take me to the nearest mental asylum'.

I scrabble for my chopsticks, and begin eating quickly, as Bakugo wrinkles his nose in disgust at my rather loud chomping noises.

"Jeez, just fucking tell someone if you're having a mental break down," he groans, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not having a fucking break down," I answer, mouth full of food.

"... did you just spit your fucking rice all over me?"

"... no."

"That's a lie," Sero whispers, but Bakugo's already seen right through me.

"Fucking BITCH!" he yells, and I fall of my chair to avoid the punch thrown at me, before stumbling to my feet and running away to God knows where, as Bakugo instantly gets up and chases after me.

"FRIZZY, YOU BASTARD! GET BACK HERE!"

Not happening.

If it's even possible at this point, my legs go even faster.

But at the stairs, my feet wobble, and with the gracefulness of a high ballarina, I go tumbling down the steps, until I reach the bottom, lying on the floor, my whole body aching.

Why me?

I just wanna know.

"(Y/N)!" there's the sound of thumping footsteps, before Bakugo flips me over from my position on my stomach, to my back. "You fucking idiot," he curses, as he kneels down beside me, "why the fuck are you so klutzy?!"

"Oh I don't know, maybe I was scared shitless by your yelling," I say dryly, trying to move my arm, but he instantly catches it.

"Don't," he mutters, his voice soft, as he gently pushes my arm back down. "You're obviously hurt, you depressed nerd."

"I don't think I've ever heard a more accurate description of myself," I chuckle, looking over to him with an exhausted smile.

There's a pause, before the complete unexpected happens.

Bakugo gives me the briefest smile back; and it's the most soft boi one I've ever seen on him.

No, I'm not in love, I'm simply intrigued.

I grin, and look away, trying not to show how flustered I am.

"What're you acting like a fool for now?" he questions, irritated.