I D I O T (Bakugou x Female Reader)

22 - Trouble

"Ooooooo, I can't wait! I've packed all of my cutest bathing suits! I hope they have a spa or a lake!" Mina squeals, practically hanging off my arm.

"I mean, any water source would do honestly, but rivers aren't really my thing" she says with a shrug.

"I hope I can get my nails done, I haven't gotten them done in a few months".

Ochako says, observing her chipped fingernail paint. I sympathized with her slightly. Only because I haven't gotten a manicure in years.

"I just want a soft bed, but a buffet line does sound pretty good too ribbit" Tsuku says, contemplating how the buffet line would work with so many people.

"For the last time, this isn't a vacation home with a sauna, a buffet and room service. This is an actual training camp with actual CHORES!" Aizawa yells, finally having enough of the girl's chitchat.

A hush fell over the group as we continued the journey to our bus in silence. Stowing my luggage in the compartments under the bus, I board.

Walking to the back, I find a seat open, taking it and saving the one next to it for Katsuki.

"Yo, shortstuff, what's up?" Kirishima says, taking the seat directly in front of mine. "Not much, are you excited for the training camp?"

"Hell yeah! I'm getting a huge chance to fine tune my hardness! I would never pass that up!" He says with a large grin, flexing his bicep to finish it off.

I laugh, shaking my head slightly. You always find a way to make me smile, huh? Suddenly a large figure is looming over Kirishima, his hand gripping the seat next to him.

"Oh, hey bro, I was just telling Y/N-" "The only one who makes Y/N smile, is me, back the fuck off."

Katsuki growls, squeezing the seat more, a thin smoke trail leaving his hand. "Nobody calls her Y/N except me, got it pipsqueak?" He says, his voice low.

Kirishima nods quickly, "I-I got it" he stutters, sitting back down and facing the other way. Releasing the seat, Katsuki looks over to me, disapproval littering his features.

"Move." He deadpans, staring daggers at me. "What?" I ask, confused as to why I should. "I don't want you talking to fuck face over there, so let me have window" he says, looking away.

"Fine, suit yourself" I mutter, getting up so he can have the window seat. I sit back down, now in the isle seat. Gazing in front of me, I notice the large handprint on the headrest of the seat infront of me.

The handprint was charred fabric on the seat, I glance over to Katsuki, not sure whether to scrutinize him or be nervous.

Yesterday was his mom and now it's Kirishima? Who shoved a stick up his ass? I wonder, looping my left arm around his right one and leaning on him.

"Who pissed in your Cheerios, hmm?" I ask him, curling up in my seat. "What the fuck kind of phrase is that" he replies, still pissed.

"You know what I mean babe, what's the matter?" I repeat, not looking at him. A few moments pass, dragging into silent minutes before he answers.

The bus starts it's engine and begins moving, Aizawa telling us the bus rules, not to jump out, use quirks, etc etc. "It's shitty hair" Katsuki mutters, looking out the window.

I wait, thinking before answering. "Are you mad that he talked to me?" I ask, nudging his arm with my head. "No" he replies, shifting in his seat slightly.

"Are you jealous of him or something?" I ask, this time concerned. I wait for an answer but dont get one. Lifting my head up, I look at him.

His face is oddly calm, but his eyes give it away. He's sad, but mad too, knowing I was right but too pissed to admit it.