lucid dreams ༄ bnha various

XV

❝ why do we all aspire to be heroes? ❞

Some how I must have passed out hard because I had woken up and it was already past dinner time.

I excused myself and left to go shower.

Fuckin' stinky.

I wasn't really tired by the time it was curfew honestly. I slept through half the day at this point. Someone knocked on the girl's rooms' door. Everyone was passed out at this point so I had no idea who it could even be. As a night owl, I was awake on my phone the entire time. I groaned, getting up. I slowly managed to make my way through with the sleeping bodies everywhere. Gross. I opened the door, blinded by the lights. I squinted, seeing a figure in front of me. My eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting. I yawned, rubbing my eyes. "Huh..?"

"Oh..figured you'd be awake."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I grumbled, looking up to see who it was. It was Bakugo. "Why the hell are you here? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Shut up." He growled.

I rolled my eyes, shutting the door behind me to not disturb the other girls. "What do you want?" I asked.

The angry blond sucked in air, clicking his tongue as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. "[L/N]...I..."

"What? Spit it out already." I snapped, "you're wasting my time."

"Let me finish!" He snapped back, covering my mouth with his hand. I glared at him, sticking my tongue out, licking the palm of his hand. Bakugo let go abruptly, "ew! What the fuck bitch?!"

"Don't touch me," I replied, pretending as if nothing happened.

Bakugo growled, "never mind this was a bad idea."

He began walking away.

"Hey-wait! Finish what you started!" I snapped, grabbing his wrist. Bakugo turned around, getting ready to punch me in the face. I anticipated it. I closed my eyes, holding my breath but the impact never hit. I opened an eye. "What you're not going to hit me?" I backed up, blinking towards the angry blond.

"Ugh, it's most worth my time." He shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Going soft on me now, are ya'?" I said with a slight grin, elbowing the spiky haired edge lord with his skull t-shirt.

"Shut up," he growled. I chuckled.

"What did you need me for?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself. I didn't exactly know why he came to visit me or why he wanted to talk. We hardly spoke and we necessarily didn't get along, especially after our duel spar thing.

Bakuso let out an exasperated sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

Is his hair soft?
Or is it spiky?
I don't know if I want to risk death to touch his hair.

He glanced at me, "do you want to talk?"

"What?"

Genuine confusion hit me.

"Isn't your mom like...dead or something?"