A Series Of Incidents (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)

[TWENTY SIX]

A/n: warning! These will be some scenes in here that may cause dysphoria if you are transgender. Please proceed carefully!
(No, it's not a lemon, and it's still gender neutral don't worry)

To say I was conflicted the whole night is an understatement.

Even in the morning, when Katsuki wakes up again, and sees me sitting by the window, (by the way he asks me how the fuck I stayed up all night) I don't have the raw energy to answer him, and only shrug.

Today's our last day in Tokyo; and I'm actually pretty sad. Throwing out the first night, it was an amazing experience.

What's on my mind right now, however is that. Fucking. Kiss.

I mean, he's literally acting as if nothing damn happened. Like, dude. Uncool. Super uncool.

Or maybe it's me that should get my shit together. After all, I'm freaking out over one tiny little kiss. It was only a kiss!

Woah, that was a Mr Brightside reference right there, and I loved it. But like, also...

KISS KISS, FALL IN LOVE~

I'll stop now.

As I start to pack up my things, I glance to the window, and look down on to the bustling streets below. There's not much time do anything; we've got to be at the train station by two, and it's ten thirty right now. And trust me, three hours and a half may sound like a lot of time, but in terms of travel, it isn't.

I should know, by the amount of times I've gone off to America... only to see my parents once throughout the whole visit, and spend an entire week at my uncle's house in Las Vegas because they aren't bothered to see me.

Though, I do feel as if I'm just being spiteful now. That postcard they sent me during the Sports Festival seemed genuine enough. Guess I'm still salty about...

Well, my entire life, really. Isolation sucks, especially when you feel what it's like to be lonely before you even know what the word is.

Katsuki glances up from his phone, and growls; "Will you stop having an existential crisis?"

I whip around, offended, "Bitch, you have one of those every five seconds. Besides I have good reason to."

He mumbles something under his breath, and then elbows me, "C'mon. We need to go."

Letting out an overdramatic sigh, I nod droopily, before exiting the room with a gloomy aura surrounding me.

"It sucks," I complain in the lift, "after this I have to spend the entire holiday alone. It's going to be so..." I'm about to say lonely, when I realize I'm moaning over the inevitable.

I've spent almost every single holiday alone, whether it's summer, a random break or winter. Heck, even when I lived in America. I mean, what the hell?

"I hate my parents," I mutter, drowning in a sea of depression in my own mind.

Katsuki doesn't say anything for a second, before giving me a small shove into the side of the lift.

"Hey," I groan, rubbing the back of my head, as I shift myself upright, "what's up with you?"

"I should be asking you that," Katsuki barks, glaring at me venomously. "Where's all your references? Where's the (Y/N) I actually know?"

I stop for a second, before saying to reassure him, "Mothertrucker dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick."

Katsuki rolls his eyes in response; "There you are."

Not really, Katsuki. I'm still a little bit muddled up inside and the moment. I decide not to tell him, instead opting to text Kirishima.

Now, it's not that I don't trust Katsuki, it's more of the fact that he wouldn't know what to do. Weird as it sounds, this manchild is incredibly awkward when it comes to people spilling their insides out to him.

Not that I'm any different, though.

When Midoriya came to me crying about how he'd accidentally hit Todoroki, all I could do was offer to buy him an All Might figurine to distract him.

My God, I'm so awkward.

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"Why do you still look constipated?" Katsuki questions, wrinkling his nose, as I sit across from him in a Starbucks at the train station.

"Shuddup and let me eat my quackson," I mumble, nibbling at my food.

"I---" he slaps a hand to his forehead, and groans, "Why the fuck are you so complicated?"

Bitch- have you- what-

"First of all, I am not a fucking mirror, you bitchass hoe-"

"HOLD UP-"

"HER SISTER WAS A WITCH!"

There is a silence, and then Bakugo looks at me murderously, which makes me quit wanting to recite the vine.

"For one fuckin second," he hissed, making tiny explosions with his hand, as he sits in a very... suggestive position on his chair. "Shut the hell up. Got that Frizzy?"

"Oh yes da-- I mean, sir," I gabble, sweating slightly. I feel my eyes suddenly flicker down Katsuki's figure, to where his... crotch is.

And unfortunately he catches it.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!"

"NOTHING! NOTHING! I SWEAR ON VINE I WASN'T LOOKING AT ANYTHING!"

"MY EYES ARE UP HERE, FRIZZY!"

"I CAN'T LOOK AT THEM, THEY GIVE ME HEARTBURN!" well fucking done, (Y/N).

"SO YOU LOOK AT MY DICK INSTEAD?!"

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! OH MY FUCK NO! BESIDES, YOU HAVE PANTS ON, SO TECHNICALLY I WASN'T EXACTLY LOOKING AT YOUR WEENER,"

"SO YOU ADMIT YOU WERE LOOKING?!"

"NO! OH GOD, PLEASE NO! NO, NO, NO!"

By now, I'm frantically pressed against my chair, as Katsuki towers over me, having stormed up from his seat (knocking it over in the process). He growls, and I inwardly start reciting my favourite vines.

May the creator of vine receive me in heaven, I anxiously await your answer; or shall I burn in hell with Satan (Logan Paul)?

All of a sudden, I notice Katsuki halt, and narrow his eyes at me, glaring at me, as if thinking about how to punish me. I silently await my judgement, in the middle of Rick rolling myself in my head.

And then his eyes dart down.

A little too far down.

Instantly, I cover up my private area, and let out an indignant screech, as he straightens up, and nonchalantly heads back to his seat.

"YOU FUCKHEADED PIECE OF SHIT!" I shout, feeling a bit too hot for comfort.

"Don't be a hypocrite," Katsuki replies, "now we're even."

I mean, I can't say he's wrong, but I mean, bitch.

"Two wrongs don't make a right," I mumble, angrily glaring at the table.

"You started it. You went there, trying to see if I was turned on."

I choke on my own spit; "The fuck?! No! I'm not that bad! It just happened by accident! Don't be a dick about it!"

Katsuki rolls his eyes, and stares annoyedly out of the shop window. On the other hand, I instantly stand up, and rush over to the terrified shop employees, and frantically apologise and reassure them that it wasn't anything at all.

Though... come to think of it...

When I was looking, I did see a slight bulge in his pants.

A/n: well I'm not sure where I'm going with this anymore-