𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 | Katsuki Bakugo

22-Where Are We?

You groan sleepily at the knock coming from your door. You didn't really want to talk about last night, so hopefully he doesn't bring it up.

"Cmon sleepy ass, lets go," he says sharply from outside your room.

You sigh as you sit up, patting your hair that was sticking up from all different directions. You were going to be sitting on a bus for awhile so you just decided to throw on Katsuki's sweatshirt and sweatpants.

You yawn a bit, covering your mouth with your hand that had sleep marks on it. When you open the door, Bakugo looks at you with an unreadable expression.

"What?" you say annoyed, stepping out and closing the door behind you.

"Nothing, it's just you look cute," he says, wiggling your door knob to make sure it's locked. You smile at the little gesture, watching as he places himself next to you as you walk down the hall.

"You're insane, I look like hell," you say scoffing.

"Not with that sexy sweatshirt on," he says teasingly, waiting for your response.

You roll your eyes and stick your elbow into his side, causing him to flinch. You can't help but to smile to yourself.

You finally make it out to the bus, reminding you of the day of the festival. You turn to see Denki and Kiri talking about something on their phones and smile sadly before walking over to them. You haven't talked to them a lot like you used to. Bakugo watches as you walk off, taking your bag and slinging it over his free shoulder.

"Hi guys," you say kindly, earning a enormous smile from both of the boys.

"Hi y/n," they say before hugging you in sync. You pat their heads before they let go, elation covering their faces.

"What is it?" you ask, tilting your head. Your eyes scan down to Denki's phone that had a huge paragraph on it, your eyebrows raise in response.

"It's Jirou," Kirishima says grabbing your shoulders and shaking them lightly. You eyes light up and you reach for Denki's phone.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" he says jumping away from you. You step forward again, desperately trying to reach it from the tall boys grasp.

Kirishima manages to grab his phone, throwing it in the air into your hands. You hear Denki scream as Kiri holds him back, giving you a chance to read.

Kyouka 😛🎵
11:34pm
Hey, it's me Jirou. This is going to sound really strange and I probably should have done this to your face, but I can't. You make me too nervous. I like you. There I said it. I have liked you for so long, ever since we had that conversation about how guilty I feel for giving up my chance to be a musician. You hugged me and told me I was talented enough to do both. It meant more than you could ever imagine. I never wanted to say anything to you because I never thought I wasn't good enough. When you started flirting with y/n.. I was actually going to give up, until she told me not to. I know her and Bakugo like each other. I'm sorry if that hurt you, but it gives me a chance to tell you how I feel. You don't have to respond, and i'm scared to even look you in the eyes tomorrow. But i'm glad I told you. Oyasumi.

You didn't notice the huge grin you were carrying until you were done reading. You waltz over and place the phone back into Denki's hands, who had gone limp and tired from wiggling out of Kiri's grasp. You don't say anything else before placing yourself next to Bakugo again.

"What the hell was that all about?" he grumpily asks, jealousy seeping out of him. You smile before grabbing his finger with your pinky, reassuring him.

"Denki has a lover now, so you can breathe again," you say, letting out a small laugh. Bakugo huffs, trying to stop the corners of his mouth from upturning.