meanie ➳ katsuki bakugou

➳ sixteen

i woke up to the sound of the door being knocked on.

i got up easily, thankful of not having a hangover and looking to my slightly less pained hand. i opened the door to reveal bakugou with tea cups.

"i really don't want to talk to you right now." i crossed my arms, looking away.

"well too bad, dumbass." he brushed past me into the room. typical.

i sighed, closing the door and joining him on my bed.

he handed me a tea cup, and we sipped together as we sat in silence for a little bit.

i can't lie, this tea was pretty good. something momo would buy.

"so why are you here?" i spoke up softly, looking at him. he was looking at my hand.

"because i did that." he sighed, looking away.

"yeah. you also did this." i lifted my leg out to show the gauze wrapped around it, blood peaking through it.

he looked at it and i can see the shame and disappointment on his face.

"look, i know that sorry can't heal you-" i cut him off.

"recovery girl can. it's whatever."

"amaya, i just need-" he started before i cut him off again.

"what you need to work on is your anger issues." i sighed, sipping my tea again.

"i do. i really do. i know." he said, moving closer to me, "look, i don't apologize to people. but you're important to me. what i did was messed up, and i am gonna work on that, not just for you, but for me. i just got you, i don't wanna lose you."

he placed his thumb and knuckle on my chin, having me look at him. for a second, it was really hard to not kiss him.

"well if that's a real promise, then you're on the right track. consider yourself partly forgiven."

"partly?"

"yeah. this tea is pretty good, gives you some points." i smiled softly, receiving a smirk from him.

"how can i complete the forgiveness?"

"come with me to recovery girl and we'll see where you stand. i gotta get this healed before uncle aizawa sees it. "

"you got it, princess."

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"so how did you get this burn again dear?" recovery girl's sweet voice asked me.

"when i was cooking, i was distracted and placed my hand on the stove." i tried my best to lie. she looked really skeptical but she used her quirk and it instantly had less pain. i am truly amazed at some people's quirks.

she wrote some stuff down on clipboard, rubbed aloe vera on my hand and wrapped it up. the cooling sensation does feel nice.

"thank you so much." i smiled at her.

"you're welcome honey. i'll make sure to tell aizawa you're alright."

"he actually doesn't know. do you mind not telling him?" i stated, trying to hide the fear.

"why?" she asked.

"well he constantly criticizes me getting distracted. i just don't want to hear the nagging." i lied again. it felt like a sin to lie to her.

"oh, i get it dear. if he asks, i'm obligated to tell, however, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

i felt better knowing she wouldn't tell him.

"and what a nice boyfriend you have to come here with you and wait. isn't that sweet." she smiled, pinching katsuki's arm.

i could sense him tense up as she touched him but he knew better than to say anything disrespectful.

"the best." i said, almost ironically, remembering last night. as long as he isn't drunk.

we ended up leaving a little after that and katsuki took my unharmed hand in his.

"does it feel better?"

"yeah, it does. thank god."

"so am i forgiven?"

"hmmm... not yet."

"wait what? you said if i went-"

"buy me some ice cream. and then, you'll be forgiven one hundred percent."

"you dumbass." he smiled, pulling me closer and wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

i smiled looking down at our feet, making sure we took each step with the same leg. it's harder when he's taller and faster than me, even when walking.

"hey amaya..." he started. i looked back at up at him. "i really like you."

i felt my heart flutter. "i really like you too, baby."

"baby? i'm not a baby." he said sarcastically.

"you're my baby."

"why?"

"because you're different around me. you're vulnerable and you want attention and stuff. don't worry. i won't ruin your edgy image with anyone. but you don't need to do it with me."

his face went through a phase of emotions as i talked, but in the end, he just accepted it.

"well, you're still my dumbass."