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speechless | bakugou

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warning: cursing, fluff, I guess angst?

word count: 1,557

a/n: so I finally managed to write something and I think I finally am out of this lazy slump I was having???? I do have finals coming up so idk how productive ill be but by december 12 things should be normal!!! enjoy!!!

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"Would you stop fucking moving?!"

Bakugou hisses as you desperately tried to get the attention of anyone outside of the tiny closet you were trapped in.

You froze as you tried to turn around.

"I'm trying to get us out of here!" You counter.

Five minutes ago you had gotten trapped in this closet with none other than Bakugou Katsuki. All because you two were in search of paper towels. It was after school hours, so the likelihood of there being someone lurking in the hallways was slim to none. Bakugou had insisted that you not follow him, but not one to ever listen to the hothead, you went after him.

The problem occurred when Bakugou stopped and you crashed into him. The two of you stumbled into the closet and the door slammed behind you. You were sure your ass somehow landed on Bakugou's face because he was silent for far too long before he began yelling at you. The two of you managed to get you up onto your feet, and Bakugou needed extra assistance from you to get himself up.

The closet was too tight, his body pressed against yours, and the door was also locked. Bakugou immediately moved to explode the doors off the hinges, but your hand gripped his wrist and pushed it down. His fist banged against the door and rested even weirder against your chest.

This further infuriated Bakugou who was now accusing you of some greater scheme. That you had done this on purpose. You knew you weren't his favorite person in the class but having him muttering profanities in your ear made you sad.

So the two of you stood, minutes later where you were actively ignoring everything he was saying. Your fists banging against the door as you hoped that someone, anyone, was nearby to hear you.

"You're the idiot who didn't let me blast this fucking door off the hinges," Bakugou growls. You can feel the eye roll and the sneer that most definitely came along with those words. "Even more so, why the hell did you follow me? This wouldn't have happened if you had stayed in the damn classroom!"

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, you knew that he had a point, but you only wanted to talk to him.

"I don't know," you whisper as you press yourself even closer to the door, not wanting to further annoy Bakugou with your presence.

"Really?" Bakugou scoffs as he shifts behind you. "Because you sure wouldn't shut the fuck up on the way to this damn closet. Don't fucking lie, y/l/n"

"I'm not lying," you whisper as your forehead rests against the door. "I just wanted to go with you."

"Oh come on, you never shut the fuck up and now that we're in this closet you suddenly won't talk to me? I'm not some fucking idiot, so fucking tell me how the fuck do I get out of this?"

"I didn't do this on purpose!"

"I find that really hard to believe."

"What the fuck would I get out of lying to you, Bakugou?" You exclaim. You manage to turn around. Your chest heaves with built-up frustration, embarrassment, and feelings for the idiot in front of you.