❝Shut up and listen dammit!❞
Lonely Katsuki and ecstatic Y/N sneak out of the common area of their dorms to talk about.. Well, whatever comes up.
These nights are normally filled with Y/N blurting out whatever comes to mind, her thoughts normally co...
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-ˋˏNight Fiveˊˎ-
꒰ˋPetty Complaints and Argumentsˊ꒱
"Okay so let me get this straight, you and Sero made bet? In which you had to recover every egg he hid in your dorm in under 20 minutes or he got to add hot sauce in every edible thing possible before you eat it? For a fucking week?" Bakugou inquired.
"Yes! Exactly. Bet starts tomorrow. And I'm not allowed to ask for any help at all, or hints. Can you believe this!? Asshole is limiting my rights as a...A... Convicted.. Tax dealer." You huffed, crossing your arms childishly.
"Dumbass, none of what you said made any fucking sense whatsoever. And why would you agree to something like that? We both know you can't handle anything spicy, much less hot sauce in EVERYTHING you eat for a week straight." He said angrily.
"And? This is an opportunity to strengthen my taste buds!" You giggled, raising your arm and flexing. "I mean, sure, I might get sick and have my throat burn a whole super lot, but in the end we had fun right?"
Bakugou sighed, lowering his gaze to the grass tangled between his fingers. "That's stupid. You're going to be complaining that whole week. It's going to be both annoying and a weakness. For not only yourself. You do realize we have group mission projects starting tomorrow right?"
"Yeah-- but Eijirou bought me 3 milk cartons so I won't be completely in pain. Isn't he nice? God! He's so thoughtful.. And nice.. And manly. And strong! Seriously, if I didn't know better, I'd ask him out." You smiled.
That sentence made Bakugou visibly tense. He furrowed his brows and scowled, his cheeks becoming red with anger.
"Huh? He's so great? Then ask him out! Watch that relationship fuck up your work as a hero student. Dumbass, you need to think about these things!! If it ends badly, both of you are going to be complaining and moody for God only knows how long!"
He paused.
"What's so great about him anyway? Sure he's powerful and a fucking feminist. Nice, even. But seriously!? Shittyhair!? Of all people!? Go on, ask him out then, see how much I care!"
You stared at the spiky haired male, eyes wide and eyebrows narrowed. "Jesus, didn't know you'd care so much. Hey- What's your deal lately?You're not at all acting like yourself. Every time I talk about another guy you get all prissy and throw a cow! If you like me just say something don't get all upset-"
"I don't like you! It just pisses me off to know you're not focusing on your training!? If you're not doing that, what are you doing in the fucking hero course? What are you doing here at all? Don't let those thoughts get to your head, I couldn't care less about you." He yelled, his expression slightly softening for a split second as he realized what he said.
You took a deep breath, trying your best to blink away the tears forming in your eyes. "Huh... Well. If that's how you really feel, then why the hell have you been bringing me up here!? If I piss you off that much, and you don't care about me, why are you WILLINGLY hanging out with me huh!? Answer me that, Bakugou!--"
You stood up, bawling your fist and avoiding eye contact. "You know what, I don't want to hear it. I'm going back to the dorms... Have a nice night, Bakugou." You mumbled before turning and walking back down the hill.
Watching you leave, Bakugou felt a ping in his chest. You were crying. You. Of all people. Were crying. Because of him. Why did he care if you were upset anyway? You didn't matter at all to his hero studies, you weren't helping him become a hero. So it shouldn't matter. Right?.. Right?
