MHA/BNHA Boyfriend scenarios *discontinued*

|Bakugo love story - part 2/3|

They sat in silence.

Again.

For the eight-millionth time.

Bakugo had barely nibbled his toast. The hangover made him retch at the mere smell of food. His tea was half empty. Lukewarm. It was the only thing he could bring himself to consume.

The kitchen's curtains were drawn over. The main lights switched off too. Only one dim lamp was flicked on, emitting an orange glow across the nearby coffee table. That was the only light that Y/n and Bakugo could manage to compromise on. His poor little sensitive eyes couldn't handle the pale shine of the cloudy sky for any more than a minute. Y/n was practically demanded to put her kitchen in eternal darkness.

"Feeling any better?" Y/n slowly asked, desperately trying to clear the air, "The medicine should've kicked in by now."

The medicine had been taken with no water.

'Does it still work probably? Must do, he isn't complaining about his headache anymore.'

Bakugo shrugged, picking at the toast with disinterest. There wasn't a lot he could really say. The first conversation they shared was an argument that he started, then he was so drunk that he actually fainted THEN he indirectly forced her to care for him.

Embarrassment flushed his cheeks.

'Fainting like a schoolgirl. Get a fucking grip.' He took a short sip of his tea, 'Being saved by some random chick who was crying in the rain.'

He wanted to get up and sprint home but something kept him rooted to the flat. Maybe it was because he was still ill or wasn't in a good state to wander around alone. But he didn't really want to leave. There was an ongoing battle in his head about how perverted he might come across as, that his attraction to Y/n was too sudden and probably still the effect of alcohol leaving his system. However. He wanted to see if anything interesting would happen.

He glanced at a clock on the oven. 4:18 am. Around three hours of sleep.

He'll wait for at least three hours.

'Fucking weirdo.' (Shut up, goddamnit! 7 o'clock is a reasonable time!)

Y/n sat opposite him, picking at some cereal. She'd managed to sneak an hour of sleep before Bakugo's sleep talking woke her up. Not that she minded much. Her dreams were as bleak and miserable as the morning weather. Any distraction was welcomed when she felt like curling up into a ball and sobbing.

She sighed through her nose, mentally digging through some conversation starters. There was no use. Every time she would say something, he would just brush her off. Her anger from yesterday was slowly resurfacing. Normally shouting was rare. But at this point her emotions were as touchy as dynamite. Anything would set her off.

There was another sigh- though this time from Bakugo. "So..."

She glanced up, thankful he decided to initiate conversation.

"Who else lives here?" He took the last of his tea and slowly raised his eyes to meet hers, "It looks too fancy for a uni girl to pay for by herself."

Y/n sucked her cheeks in and choose to ignore the jab, instead answering the initial question. "It was me and my ex. Oh, and my cat."

Bakugo nodded slowly running his rough fingers up the mug. "Nice."

Another pause. Y/n stepped in, "What about you?" Then quickly continued when she realised the question didn't really make sense. "Do you have any flatmates or anything...?"

Bakugo nodded. Kirishima, Kaminari, Ashido and Sero. They all lived in a five-bedroomed rental on the east side. Loads of parties, smoking, drinking. You name it, they've done it. It's strange how they all manage to earn amazing grades but goof off nearly every weekend. As much as Bakugo would never admit it, he did love his friends and would murder an entire village just for them. He had shown glimpses of different sides. Sides he didn't even know existed.