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

Ch. 23: My Story

• { Chapter 23 } •
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|| M y S t o r y ||

《1st POV》

Acting as if nothing happened, Bakugou and I went back to normal. Well..whatever normal was for us anyway. Although, I get this discouraging feeling whenever I approach him.

I don't know what it is, but it's been bugging me for a while. Maybe the 'we will never be friends' thing really hurted a lot. I couldn't stop thinking about it for a while I admit.

I don't understand why I want to be his friend so badly. But at this point, it's probably just instinct from the past when I had kept trying to.

Another thing I couldn't shake was the day he took care of me. I expected him to be the last person to have helped me. It felt nice and comforting...and too good to be true of Bakugou.

And he may think I haven't noticed, because he's been playing it cool like he didn't want me to notice, but he's definitely coming down with a cold.

I felt bad and actually invited him out to eat. Surprisingly he agreed, but what he didn't know was that I treated him in return.

I actually had the food ordered earlier and hoped Bakugou would just say yes. If he didn't, I would've taken out two bowls of soup then.

At first, he was shocked and boasted furiously that he could take care of himself--before he sneezed--but he accepted it and thanked me for it.

"Ne, Icy Pop," he began as we then walked home together (like the usual). "How did you suddenly get that fever?"

Bakugou seemed better just after the meal. He looked more awake and didn't have to deepen his voice even more as to hiding a stuffy voice, but the pink shade on his nose is kinda adorable.

"I was at the public library, but it began raining on my way home," I told half of the truth. He nodded but looked like he was unsure of my answer.

"I didn't know you could cook so well," I side-grinned still thinking back. "I really can't thank you enough."

"Tch, of course I can," he smirked, head high confidently, making me smile.

"Well but I'm sure I can cook better than you," I shrugged, and he whipped his head toward me.

"Tch, sounds like a challenge for some other time," he raised a dominating eyebrow, and I purse my lips at the closeness.

"Mhm, some other time..." I repeated, somehow finding comfort in those words.

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Then, some other days, my illness would act up, and we'd fight again, but for some reason, it's always on the topic of Deku. Like I said, it's normal.

"You're really an idiot aren't you?" He scoffed while I literally pushed Deku out of the conversation bubble, because he was trying to be all too nice about his 'Kacchan' making fun of him.

"Oh fuck you!" I yelled when I returned.

Bakugou was relaxed in his seat, an arm over the chair's back rest with a leg up on his desk. His head was laid back as he glanced up at me who was standing right beside him.

He raised a pissed eyebrow. "Ah yeah, it's alwaaaays me. Fuck. Me!" He wriggled his fingers, rolling his eyes as he mocked me.

But for some reason, I had shut my mouth and toned down my aggressiveness as I just stared at his bare face.

Why is he so pretty?