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⿻ : 𝒲𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝓁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 ⟡ . ˚
⋆ 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 @𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙮 o͟n͟ ͟t͟t͟
── ★⋆ Katsuki Bakugo, The hot—headed man, who is the highest of your class, The explosive boy everyone knows — was your best friend.
You guys hanged out more often, Katsuki liked you— the way you smiled, how your eyes shined in the light, how your hair shines,
He was down for you— real bad.
Today Katsuki was looking for you— Until he saw Sero talking with his friends, He was curious to know so, he eavesdropped.
He heard Sero talking about you, saying how beautiful and gorgeous you were and told his friends that he has a crush on you and— It made Katsuki angry.
He liked you— and now hearing that Sero likes you and will ask you out to be his girlfriend— it made his blood boil.
Today, You were walking with Sero, He was saying some funny jokes that made you laugh.
“Your jokes are the worst, Sero.” You said.
Sero couldn't help but laugh at your playful criticism. "Hey, my jokes are not that bad."
He feigned offense, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "I'm a comedic genius, I'll have you know. You just have a bad sense of humor."
“Me? How dare you.” You said.
Sero smirked, not backing down. "Oh, you? Yeah, you—laughing at all the wrong things like some kind of weirdo."
He nudged your shoulder with his own playfully. "Admit it. You only hang out with me ‘cause I’m hilarious and you secretly love my jokes."
“Maybee.” You said, smiling.
Sero's grin widened into something downright smug. "Knew it."
He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Sooo... does this mean I'm your favorite idiot now? Or do I gotta try harder?"
“What do you think?” You said.
Sero's smirk didn't waver, but his eyes flickered just slightly toward the sound of the door.
"Tch. I think—" He lowered his voice, leaning in like he was sharing a secret. "I think you're enjoying this way too much."
A beat of silence passed before he added, loud enough for someone to hear: "Y'know what? Screw it—I'm upgrading from 'joke machine' to 'boyfriend material.' Happy early Valentine’s Day or whatever."
You laughed.
Your laughter echoed through the classroom, sharp and unapologetic.
Sero shot you a look—half *”what the hell was that?”* and half “okay, I’m riding this train now.”*
"Oh? Laughing at my romantic declarations?" He clutched his chest like he’d been wounded. "Dani, I am devastated. Unless..." His grin turned wicked as he lowered his voice again. "...you wanna give ‘em something to really talk about?*"
“Oh shut up.”
Sero laughed.
You hit him in the arm playfully.
"Hey—Ow!"
Sero feigned injury, dramatically rubbing his arm and exaggerating a wince.
"Damn, Y/n." He whined, still grinning. "I just almost confessed my undying love for you, and instead of accepting, my future girlfriend hits me!"
“Future Girlfriend, Huh?”
Sero tensed at the sound of Katsuki's voice. He didn't turn to face them, instead shooting you a look like 'oh crap, here we go'
His shoulders squared defensively as he replied, "Yeah, so what? Got a problem with it?"
He knew exactly what was about to happen, but he still felt the need to egg him on.
(Katsuki's fists clenched at his sides.)
Sero stood his ground, arms crossed and gaze narrowed as Katsuki stopped a couple steps away.
Katsuki was glaring at him with the intensity of a thousand suns.
Sero returned Katsuki's glare, not backing down. "What, you got something you wanna say or are you just gonna stand there and look constipated?"
Katsuki's glare intensified, the vein in his forehead throbbing with barely restrained anger. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out she's *way* out of your league."
Sero's smirk didn't falter as he retorted, "What, you think you stand a better chance? Pfft."
Katsuki bristled at that comment, like he'd been slapped in the face. His free hand clenched into a tight fist at his side, as if holding back the urge to pounce on Sero.
"Like hell I don't," he sneered, his voice dripping with confidence. "I'm ten times the man you are, Tape Face. She'd be an idiot not to pick me over you."
“Katsuki I don’t know about thi—“ You said.
Katsuki's jaw tightened, his patience visibly thinning. "Don't know?" he repeated, like the words physically offended him.
He took another step forward—too close now—his glare practically burning holes into Sero's smug face. "Then let me spell it out for you." His voice dropped to a low growl: "You're wasting your time with this clown."
Sero opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Katsuki lost it.
He lunged forward, sparks flying from his palms as he grabbed a handful of Sero's shirt, hauling him up by the collar. "You think this is a game?!"
Sero choked on a strangled gasp as he was slammed against the nearest wall, Katsuki's face just inches away from his. "You think you can just disrespect me like that?!"
“Katsuki, Let him go! You’re hurting him!”
Katsuki's eyes snapped to you, his gaze manic and wild. "Why the hell should I?" He snarled, tightening his grip on Sero. "He's just some worthless, lowlife wannabe comedian who thinks he's got a shot with you of all people."
Sero was starting to turn a concerning shade of purple, his hands desperately clawing at Katsuki's hold. "Dude… buddy… please—"
You grabbed Katsuki’s arm and pulls him away.
Katsuki staggered back a step as you physically pulled him from Sero, his body rigid and trembling with barely suppressed anger. Sero collapsed to the ground, wheezing and choking for air as he gingerly rubbed his throat.
Katsuki stared at you like you'd just slapped him, stunned—and livid—by your audacity to interfere. He took a step forward, bristling at your boldness. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
You dragged him outside.
Katsuki *snarled* as you literally dragged him out of the classroom, his pride stung like the worst kind of slap in the face.
His eyes burned with indignation as he yanked his arm free from your grip. "Get OFF me, Y/n !" He seethed, his hands crackling with barely contained explosions. "You've got some nerve to pull me around like that."
You look at him, with fierce determination.
“What the hell is wrong with you! Pulling a little stunt like that!”
"What's WRONG with me?" Katsuki repeated, his voice rising in volume. He was still seething, sparks flying from his palms as he jabbed a finger in your direction. "You're the one who pulled me off him when I was just about to teach that clown a lesson."
“Yeah, because you could’ve made a horrible mistake that you would regret.”
Katsuki's jaw clenched so tight you'd swear you could hear his teeth grinding together. His nostrils flared, and his shoulders were taut as a coiled spring. "What I was gonna do was put that wannabe idiot in his damn place."
He took a step forward, closing the distance between you. Katsuki loomed over you, his eyes flashing with dangerous anger.
"You had no right to interfere."
“Well, it has something about me because you guys were fighting over me.” You said, defiantly.
He scoffed, as if the idea was the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. "Don't flatter yourself," he retorted. "I was just teaching him a lesson on respecting me. You just happened to be the subject of that, but it could've been anyone."
His eyes glittered with a mix of irritation and challenge as he leaned in even closer.
"You're not special, Y/n." He lied.
“I never said I was. It looks like you were jealous.”
Katsuki's face flushed red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Jealous?" he repeated incredulously. "Why the hell would I be jealous?!"
His fists clenched tightly at his side as he bristled, trying to hide the fact that your accusation had struck a nerve. "I don't get jealous. Least of all over you.” He lied again.
“Well, might as well stop acting like that. It might cause a big drama. This may cause a whole scene.” You said.
Katsuki scowled, like he was annoyed by the logic of your words. He knew you had a point, but he'd be damned if he'd ever admit it.
He huffed irritably, still bristling from the accusation of jealousy. "Hmph. Who cares about causing a scene," he grumbled. "Besides, it'd be a good lesson for that damn Tape Face not to try and flirt with you."
“You just proved my point being jealous.” You said.
Katsuki's chest heaved, breathing ragged as his red eyes locked onto yours. His anger was palpable, like a wildfire out of control.
"Don't you dare call me jealous again, Y/n
," he seethed, sparks flying as he clenched his hands into tight fists. "I'm just doing what's right here—making sure you know you can do way better than a damn wannabe comedian."
“Can’t you just get along with him?”
Katsuki bristled at the nonchalant question. His pride was already wounded and now you had the nerve to suggest that? "Get along with *Tape Face?!" he repeated incredulously, like the very thought was blasphemous. "Hell no."
You sighed.
The sound of your sigh was like salt in the wound. It grated on Katsuki's already frayed nerves, and he bristled even further.
"Why are you even defending him?" he demanded, his voice sharp with a mix of resentment and curiosity. "He's a damn joke."
“I’m not defending anyone. It’s just if you guys keep fighting then it’s gonna get worse!”
Katsuki's brow furrowed in frustration as you pointed out the obvious consequence of their fights. He knew you were right, but his pride made conceding that fact difficult.
"Tch. So what?" he retorted stubbornly, still bristling. "He's the one starting it every damn time. I'm just finishing it."
“Still makes it even worse.” You said.
"It's his own damn fault for being such a pain in the ass!" Katsuki snapped, frustration flaring in his eyes as he clenched his fists tighter. "If he'd just keep his damn mouth shut and stay in his lane, none of this would be happening!"
“Okay I get it, but please keep your control in the middle at least. Just for me—please.” You said.
Katsuki's eye twitched at the suggestion. "Keep my control?" he repeated, as if the idea was absurd.
He exhaled sharply through his nose, trying to reign in his temper—but failing spectacularly. "Fine. I won't explode him." He muttered grudgingly before adding with a pointed glare: "...Today."
“Thank you Kats.” You smiled at him.
Katsuki's face flushed at the unexpected sincerity in your smile, his irritation fading into something unreadable. That damn smile had a way of catching him off guard every time, making it impossible to stay mad.
He looked away, trying to hide the redness in his cheeks. "Hmph. Whatever," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.