Battle of Wills ~ (bakugou x reader)

Chapter Nineteen

A/N: 

(^^his armsss 🤤)

Ack, 1,000 reads! It's been a long week in terms of schoolwork, so this book getting to 1k is like the high point of the past few days lol.

Speaking of that, sorry for slower updates. It's only Week 3 of uni, and I have two papers, a test, and three quizzes due (not to mention homework), so I probably won't be able to update every other day like I was before.

So, sorry for the delay! But I made this chapter a little longer than usual, hopefully that makes it a bit better haha.

Enjoy! (And feel free to comment, I really enjoy seeing your reactions :P)

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You ended up finally finding a bathroom and "borrowed" a hoodie from the lost and found to cover your neck. As gross as it was, you were between a rock and a hard place, and it seemed to be the best option. You were even able to sneak it back onto the table at the end of the Festival, so no harm, no foul.

Bakugou ended up winning, his face now plastered onto every available surface across the school. It was a good thing the picture they decided to use was not of the blond during the awards ceremony, as he had gone positively feral. Given his state, you left before the official end of the Festival, wanting to sneak out quietly. At least Sakura got a kick out of it, making his muzzled face her new lock screen background.

Luckily, Sakura and Aika had been transfixed enough by the different fights, they never noticed the magical appearance of your hoodie from seemingly thin air. They also never noticed the fierce blush covering your face, especially during Bakugou's matches. After each win, he made a point of seeking your eyes out in the crowd and smirking, trying to get a rise out of you. To your irritation, it usually worked. However, the main rise was your ever-increasing blood pressure as he became more and more obvious with his glances over time.

Bakugou's fighting was still an incredible sight, and it only grew more powerful from match to match. His agile movements and strong blasts clashed with the eerie smile he always seemed to wear in combat--really more of a dangerous smirk. Whenever he stuck his large hands out to produce an explosion, it only served as a reminder to you that those same fingers had been inside you only hours ago.

Now, you walked the familiar path to the gym, Bakugou's eyes on the various posters and screens around campus seeming to follow you tauntingly. His popularity had skyrocketed to where he had become a household name internationally, and it was daunting. Following the Festival the day before, you had gone to pick up some groceries from the store, and mutters of his name chased you from aisle to aisle. The TVs played back his matches from hours ago while shoppers chattered about his power, his future prospects, his quirk--and some, his attractiveness.

You weren't sure how you could face him again, both with his newfound notoriety and what had happened between the two of you the day before. The bruises on your neck still hadn't faded, offering you a reminder of the scene every time you glanced in the mirror. Luckily, you had the next few days off, so you wouldn't have to worry about explaining the marks to your friends. However, that didn't stop the pang between your legs as you glimpsed your neck in the mirror after showering. You definitely didn't hate his touch; in fact, he seemed an expert in that aspect, far beyond anything you had experienced before, even by yourself.

That being said, you couldn't stand in front of him and pretend nothing happened. As much as you wanted to go back to normal, every time you even thought about facing him, you could already hear your nervous stutters in your head.

You hated how weak you tended to become around Bakugou, the stupid fluttering in your stomach making it impossible to talk to him like he was any other man. You always viewed yourself as having a pretty strong head on your shoulders, and it made you uncomfortable when your thinking was clouded.