Buddy

Comfortable

Two weeks later...

In the bathrooms, in the gym, grocery store, mall, anywhere public or private we did it. We even risked it and did it behind a building with a couple of people drinking right around the corner. It was exciting to do this all the time, we would even play little drawing games to see where we should try next. I suddenly started feeling more happier with him, because after sex we would have an actual conversation and sometimes go to dinner together because we can.

We had grown to be best friends...with benefits. That's all we were though, Bakugou would sometimes see other girls when i'm not around, maybe mess around. I was...sad. I wanted him all for myself, I get so jealous when he's talking to any other girl but me, am I the winner for actually going to bed with him? No, not even close. We kept whatever we had private, but sometimes I wanted to brag to those stupid girls that would be all over him.

This was starting to get unhealthy, I was developing a crush on the biggest asshole in the agency and he didn't like me back. Sex with Bakugou feels so good that I'm really hooked so I really don't want to stop whatever we're doing. Now I've realized how handsome he started looking, his nice evil grin...his spiky hair...vermillion eyes...I hate my feelings. Today was the weekend, no hero stuff unless we absolutely needed to. I was sitting down watching a movie, but I really wanted to see him.

I pulled out his contact and stopped myself. What am I doing? I can't just see him, I have to have sex with him. I wasn't in the mood though. I groaned and continued watching the movie, thinking about anything that might turn me on. Nothing. So will I be able to see him today or? I received a message from him, I gasped and looked at what he sent me, eyes sparkling as I drooled a bit. He had sent me a dick pic, the caption under it asking to come over. I grinned, deciding to tease him a bit to maybe slip in a conversation.

Me
Nope, my legs don't work.

Baby
Don't fucking act like that, I got hard.
hurry up.

Me
My legs don't work shut up
why don't you come over?

Baby
fuck you.
fine stay at your house.
I don't care.
idiot.

Me
okay.
that's fine

baby
OKAY FINE ILL GO TO YOUR TRASHY PLACE!

Me
T-Thank you so much!

baby
did you just fucking stutter in chat?

I giggled and sat up to make dinner in case he was hungry. Usually, he would eat something and cool off before we did anything, today I'll make his favorite curry. I finished up in time and placed it on a plate, then I heard a knock on the door. I stared at myself in the mirror to make sure I look good before opening the door. He closed the door behind him and placed his hands on my hips. He stepped closer to me, so his crotch would be against me.

"Hey..."

"Calm down you horny bastard." I chuckled. "I made your dumbass curry."

"Fuck off." He crossed his arms and made his way to the kitchen.

As I passed by him he held my hand and looked at me up and down. I could feel the heat in my cheeks when he bent down and kissed my neck. I rolled my eyes and shoved him off telling him he should eat first. Bakugou held me in place and his hand slid down my shorts, playing around down there. I gulped and tried not to make an expression since my pride was far too large for that.

"You're wet, you sure you wanna eat first?" He grinned.

"Shut the fuck up and eat you stupid bitch." I glared at him and forced him to sit down.

It upset me, all he wanted was...no, I signed up for this. Bakugou ate his food fairly quickly, it was spicy curry and he loved it he just didn't say anything. After he washed his plate and I washed mine, he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. He laid me down and went to undress me, but I couldn't help but feel so sad. I wish we meant more than just this, I regret it. Bakugou shut his eyes as he pushed himself in, well I was having relations with the guy I like, so I should enjoy it...

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Bakugou panted and collapsed next to me on the bed, today wasn't my best and I allowed him to do the work. He ran his fingers through his hair, then turned over to sleep with his back facing me. I sighed, doing the same. The next day I woke up early and got away from him, putting my shoes on and trying to hurry up. He must have heard the rustling because he sat upon his bed smacking his lips. He glared at me as I changed clothes and almost walked out.

"Oi, why are you in such a hurry..." He rubbed his eyes. "You're making a shit ton of noise."

"Yeah whatever, get dressed, we're heroes remember?" I glared at him before walking out.

When I arrived at the agency, I was organizing a few papers, then I bumped into someone. I picked up the only paper that fell on the floor and apologized. Paper organizing sucked in the hero agency, it just so happened to be my turn this week. A blonde boy rubbed his head and cursed a bit, then stared up at me with a tiny but obvious blush.

"Wow." He blinked. "Sorry, my bad..." He rolled his eyes as he dusted himself off, then walked away.

I've seen him around the agency before but I never actually met him. His name was Monoma and he kept to himself very often, Bakugou told me he was a total loser back in high school. Great now I feel bad. I placed the papers in the organizers and caught up to him since he sat alone in the break room. I sat next to him and waved. He looked at me like I was the dumbest person he's ever seen and then he turned his head.

"Hi." I waved. "You seem lonely."

"Uh-huh..." He said in a low tone. "You're not worth my time."

"Damn, you're honest." I sighed. "You look depressed as shit."

"Tch..." He took a bite of his sand which.

I've never seen a hero so depressed before, or maybe it was just me. Iida walked up behind us and instructed that we were going to patrol together. Monoma rolled his eyes and stood up, walking silently away from. I followed, passing by Bakugou who was actually staring at me.

"You seem to tense up when Bakugou's around," Monoma said. "Jeez, girls these days."

"Shut your mouth. He's just a pile of loaded dog shit." I crossed my arms.

"I know right! He thinks he's so much better than everyone, Tch, pathetic." He shrugged.

"Oh god, don't get me started on his fashion sense!" I groaned. "He would actually look good if he didn't sag his pants!"

"I know! That just doubles the douchebag in him." He sighed.