Save My Soul : Bakugou x Reader

22 - Admit it!

"Ughhhhhhhh..." You thumped your head on the wooden table repeatedly earning a harsh 'shhhh' from the school librarian. You had been in the library for about an hour now trying to commit the required knowledge for physics to memory but it was so boring and no matter what you did, your brain just wouldn't remember anything. Also, everything seemed to build off of some previous knowledge that you didn't know so you had to go back and learn that and in conclusion it was just one big kerfuffle.

"Ug-"

"If you groan one more time, I'm going throw this book at your head." You groggily lifted your head to rest your chin on the table and pouted up at the owner of the gruff voice. There, towering over you, stood Bakugo in all his annoyed glory. His crimson eyes bored into your tired and defeated ones, as much as you'd usually hate for him to see you in such a state, you were currently too exhausted to care.

"You don't get it, there's so much for me to learn! And physics? I hate it, it's just boring wordy maths and by far the worst science and for some reason it's not making any sense today." Your rushed rant earned another hush from the librarian and uncharacteristic silence from the boy before you. He stared at you in contemplation before walking round the table, plopping down into the seat next to you and snatching your physics book from you. You straightened up in your chair and looked at him, his chair was so close to yours that your thighs and shoulders were touching.

"So what don't you understand?" His tone was soft, probably aware of the noise limit in the library. When you didn't answer straight away he turned his head to you, he was close enough for you to see every pore, every wrinkle and the downward twitch of his lips. You tried not to think about this as you cleared your throat and focused your gaze down at the book.

"Uh, it's not that I don't understand it but that there's just so much I have to learn and it all gets muddled up in my head, you know?" You look back up at him, your eyes conveying your irritation with the subject and your desperation to learn it all. When you first came to the class he had pegged you as stupid because of your being arrested and clear lack of understanding for whatever was covered in class. However, as time went by he realised that he couldn't have been more wrong, you were deceptively smart. You could understand anything almost instantly, you had a wide range of general knowledge and you could read anyone flawlessly.

"Well..." and just like that Bakugo began to explain the work. You took note of what he said, created little displays of what topics were connected within the subject and just absorbed all the information he gave you. You could see how his patience would ware a bit thinner with every question that you interrupted him to ask. It was quite adorable and made you chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?!" He whisper-yelled at you and whacked you over the back of the head. His reaction, however, just made you bust out into a full on laugh. He had never heard such a gleeful sound come out of your mouth. To his surprise he liked it, but that did nothing to douse the burning annoyance he currently felt.

Long story short, he started to curse at you loudly and you both got kicked out by a very fed up librarian. "Great job dumbass, now what am I going to do while I wait for Aizawa to finish whatever he's off doing." You kicked your foot against the floor as you walked side by side with Bakugo down a deserted hallway. His head reeled to you at your accusatory words. You were worried that his mouth was going to slip off of his face with the force that the corners of his lips were pulling it downwards.

"Huh?! IT WAS YOU WHO KEPT LAUGHING AT ME!... YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN I SWEAR I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Since you were doubled over in laughter, you didn't notice him barrelling towards you in time to avoid him tackling you to the ground. You yelped as you hit his chest while he held himself up above you. "Stop..! Hitting me!" He grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. He leaned down closer to your face and he scanned your flustered face.

"Admit that it was your fault."  He growled and stared you down as your chest rose and fell with each exasperated breath. When you just fiercely glared back up at him he tightened his grip on your wrists and leaned down even closer. At this point your noses were practically touching and your breath hitched in your throat for just a moment.

"Admit it!"

"Or what?" You replied slyly, you craned you're neck to almost completely close the distance between you two. He froze and his gaze flickered down to your lips, they looked so soft and plush, if he just leaned down ever so slightly he could claim them for himself. He could already imagine the soft whimpers and breaths you'd let out if he did. He could imagine your body curving up into his and the feel of your lips on his. Before he could lean down however, he felt an impact and brutal pain at his crotch. You had kicked him right in the nuts. He crumpled from the pain, using the opportunity you wrenched your hands from his grip and pushed him off of you.

You stood up, dusted yourself off, placed your hands on your hips and stared down at the boy who was writhing in pain on the floor. You snorted and he lifted his head to glare at you, there was murder in his eyes. You got the message and started to run down the hall as he roared and followed suit. Your laugh rang through the hallways as you were chased by the ash blond. How could he have let those thoughts enter his mind, he didn't have time to think of such things if he were to become the top hero. You were just so damn tempting!