~BOBA AND SNACKS~
Warnings: just swearing, that’s it. Some violence, but not anything too explicit.
Pairing: Bakugou x Y/N
A/N: I haven’t slept in 24 hours and this is what came into my head. Yes I read through and fixed all the mistakes I could find, but I’m the only person who has proofread it and I don’t know if I fully trust my own judgement. It’s just a bunch of Bakugou being an absolute softie just because I wanted him too.
“Would it kill you to be a bit nicer to ‘Zuku?”
You walked beside Bakugou, looking up at him while simultaneously keeping an eye out for anyone invading your path. So far, the hallways seemed pretty clear. Bakugou had a backpack over each shoulder, one black, the other red. You didn’t ask him, but he’s made a habit of carrying your backpack alongside his own. A slight peek at his true compassion, and you never made a big deal over it, knowing that he would just close himself off again.
“You’re a first name basis with the little bastard? Tch, figures.” He rolled eyes his, sparing you an annoyed glare. He didn’t care much for Deku, nor your friendship with him. Actually, thinking about it, he didn’t really want to hear about him at all. Especially after he just ate, he might just throw up his breakfast from seeing how soft your eyes get when you talk about that little shit. It’s annoying. You annoy him.
“What the hell does that mean?”
He can’t help himself when you give him attitude. How your bottom lip puckers and you glare at him through your thick lashes. A grin threatens to break his annoyed expression, and he looks away to focus on the hallway ahead of him.
“It means you’re just another fan girl.”
He’s jealous. Subconsciously, he knows it. Consciously, he refused to acknowledge it. It just doesn’t make sense, how could you fawn over damn Deku when he was right there? While that dumbass was breaking his limbs over and over, he was excelling. And yet, you always rushed to Deku’s side, along with Uraraka, to worry over the bastard.
It was annoying. Not that he wanted you to fret over him. He just didn’t think that Deku needed two worried girls in his face. (Or deserved to have your worried face anywhere near him.)
“A fan girl?” You’re shocked at his perception of your friendship with ‘Zuku. Yet, somehow, you’re not that surprised at the same hypocritical time. “Please, spare me. He’s my friend, yanno, friend? It’s this cool concept when you hang out with people who you- I don’t know, this may be a hard one for you to understand- tolerate? You should really try it sometime. It’s healthy.” You snicker, mentally patting yourself on the back for your sarcasm.
Even Bakugou, who should be offended, let’s his lips curl into a smirk at the comment. “Shut it, Shitty Woman.” He grumbles, it’s so half hearted that you don’t even mock offense. You just laugh sweetly.
You both approach the tall door, 1-A printed obnoxiously large in red. Bakugou slips off your black backpack and tosses it to you, hitting you square in the chest. You huff, but catch it nonetheless. Bakugou chuckles and you flip him off. Entering the classroom, you instantly float away from the blonde and join your own little friend group. Of course, you’re a member of the Bakusquad (Bakugou hates the name, but you think it has potential) but you still have your own friends that you tend to migrate towards when you’re not with him.
He watches you settle in next to, of course, fucking Deku. You’re seated next to him, a bit to close for Bakugou’s liking, but he pretends not to mind. But fuck, do you have to be so close to him? His annoying everything might rub off on you.
“‘Zuku, how’s your arm feeling?” You teased, slugging the boy in his good shoulder. He blushes, he always does when you’re around, and ducks his head as a shit attempt to hide it.
“Better, Recovery Girl says she doesn’t want to see me anymore this week, though,” he replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.
“Don’t get on her bad side, man, she may be old but she runs with the pros for a reason,” you wink at him, “surely she can handle a hero like you.”
“I-I’m not a hero just yet, really, I’m not even close. I’m still perfecting my shoot style, and Hatsume is working on some more support gear. I know All Might says I shouldn’t rely too much on it, but I think if I can-“ once he starts, you know he won’t stop until Aizawa-Sensei comes in to shut him up. You enjoy the rambling though, picking up on the pieces that interest you and not really paying attention to the rest. It’s good background noise as you shift through your own thoughts.
Like how Bakugou is staring at you intensely from his spot. You don’t have to look to know it’s him, you can practically feel his vermillion eyes burn holes through your turned face. Glancing over your shoulder, you send a wink at the blonde, causing him to blush and look out the window to hide it.
You snicker.
“Good morning Class,” Aizawa-Sensei steps into the classroom, and everyone falls silent. You face forward, slouched comfortable in your desk, and prepare for whatever your teacher is going to throw your way today. You’re muscles still ached from yesterday’s training exercise, but you didn’t stress too much.
You annoyed Bakugou almost as much as you intrigued him. There you are, slouched low, hands laid over your stomach as you gaze up at Aizawa-Sensei. You look bored out of your mind, but Bakugou knows better than that. He can practically see your eyes taking in all the information that Aizawa sends your way. Like a Venus flytrap. Or a tiger in tall grass. Something predatory.
And when Aizawa-Sensei spoke about sparing, you eyes lit up like a child in a candy store. Bakugou was well aware of your love for sparing, it was your chance to prove that you deserved to be one of the top people in class. And, it allowed Bakugou to admire your quirk and style of fighting without seeming awkward.
Your quirk was strong, if used right, you could be stronger than him. A fact that he didn’t necessarily like to think about for too long, but couldn’t deny that it was true. He remembers on the first day of school when you explained it to the class, how you didn’t look anywhere as nervous as the rest of these idiots. You looked calm, in your element, and Bakugou knew that you were going to be competition. Phoenix, you had named it, seeing as Doctors didn’t have much knowledge regarding your quirk. Not only can you produce beautiful black wings, but engulf them in flames to use as a defensive shield, you can also engulf your entire body in flames and shoot out fire from your palms. You’re only set back being if you stay engulfed for too long, ash starts to fill your lungs.
Bakugou rolls his eyes, he’s had to carry your ass to Recovery Girl too many times to count because you over worked yourself.
Idiot.
You bounced on your toes as Aizawa started to list off sparing partners. You hoped for Todoroki, wanting to show him your newest improvement. Todoroki is the only one who you can relate with over quirks, seeing as half of him could produce fire as well.
But, not to your disappointment, when you look around to see the last person standing is Bakugou. The two of you have spared before, it always ended with different outcomes. Sometimes you’d pin Bakugou and then he’d get all sulky and you’d buy him good curry and brag about your win. Other times, he pinned you rather quickly and never let you live it down, you swear after one time he flexed his biceps in your face, but he never admitted to it.
“Guess it’s just me and you, Brat,” Bakugou breaks the silence with his cocky tone. You just smile at him.
“I guess it is, Brat,” you replied in the same tone, which caused Bakugou to raise a challenging brow.
Sparing with him is different now, since it’s infront of your peers and not just with the audience of the trees. You both are aware, and you crack your knuckles in delight.
You look good. Predatory, even. You’re smirking at him, eyes dark and casted low, hands clenched into ready fists at your sides, and Bakugou is damn near excited.
You’re gonna kick his ass.
He’s going to kick your ass.
You’ve spent months watching Bakugou, sometimes you felt as creepy as ‘Zuku the way you studied him closely. And now, you had the perfect chance to show Bakugou just how far you’ve come. You gritted your teeth, dig your heels in, and waited for the hot headed blonde to charge first- he always did. And just as expected, the raging lunatic screamed out, “DIE,” and launched himself in the air.
In the air, you always had the advantage. On the ground, you evened out, but since he entered your realm, you took advantage of it. Phasing your wings, with one flap you shot yourself into the air, meeting Bakugou head on. Of course, he instantly went for his quirk, an anticipatory move that you had already planned for. This was the moment to show your improvement.
You could smell the burning caramel right before he set off an explosion, but you had already flew behind him, grabbing his shoulders to hold him in place and then kicking your foot harshly into his back, using your wings for an added advantage.
“Huh?!”
“Sorry Blasty.” His body hurdles towards the ground, and you have a mini celebration in your head. But, of course, Bakugou saves himself at the last moment, using his explosions to stop his fall.
“You’re gonna pay for that, Shitty Woman!”
You don’t reply, just kick both feet out and use your wings to shoot you down like a spear. But, before you make impact, Bakugou grabs your ankle.
“Fuck!” Your body gets slammed into the grass, and you can feel the crunch of your wing from under you. It worked to soften the blow, but now with one wing, you’re left with only doing ground work while Bakugou still has full access to the air. Smart move, you must admit, and after this session you’re gonna make him buy you Mochi for injuring your wing.
You climb to your feet, eyes flickering around the air waiting for Bakugou to attack. Preemptively, you engulf your body in flames, including your busted wings seeing as you can’t phase them away while they’re injured. A draw back, sure, but maybe you can use them as a smokescreen.
The tiniest crackle, that’s what gives him away. You gasp, flipping backwards and using Bakugou’s suddenly materialized shoulders to trapeze out of the way of his explosion. Once your behind him, you kick out his knees. This is the only chance you’re gonna get. Bakugou is offense, he always has been, with a quirk and attitude like his it’s not as if he has much of a choice. So, like a good little aspiring hero, you pray on his weaknesses.
His knees hit the ground, but your work doesn’t stop there. You press your knee into his back, driving him into the ground face first. He’s sweating heavily, you can feel it through his clothes as they flake away in ashes. You’ll apologize later for ruining his gym uniform. Peeling the flames away from your hands, as to not hurt him, you take both of his arms and fold them against his back, keeping them pinned painfully against his shoulder blades. His palms, you fold them inward, pressing your knee into them to keep them down. If his palms are forced against him, he won’t be able to use his quirk without injuring himself in the process.
A fool proof plan.
“Y/N wins, you two are excused,” Aizawa-Sensei breaks the silence, and you look upwards at his lanky form standing a few feet away from the two of you. “Also, head to Recovery Girl for your broken wing and any other injuries. Dismissed.”
You smolder your flames and nod, standing to your feet and wiping off the dirt on your clothes. Truth be told, you’ll always need a new gym uniform. While you’re hero costume is fully flame retardant, your gym uniform doesn’t reach the same standard.
Bakugou, to say the least, is impressed. Pissed off and with a bit of wounded ego, but impressed. You’ve improved a lot since the first time you challenged him. Standing, he brushes off his gym uniform. You really did a number on it, even leaving a few burns on his legs and wrists from where your knee dug into his back. Of course, he was aware that you weren’t using your full capacity. When training, he’s seen you engulf yourself in ten foot tall flames and disintegrated the grass around you. You weren’t much more than a tiny flickering match
When he looks in your direction, he sees your bent and misshapen wing. His eyes widen. Usually he didn’t feel guilty about hurting his opponents, but when it came to you? His stomach churned.
You caught him staring and smiled sheepishly. “Aizawa-Sensei said we could go, but, I gotta check in with Recovery Girl-“ you motion to your bent wing as an explanation. Quickly, you notice Bakugou’s darkened mood and walk over to him, slugging him hard in the shoulder. “Hey, stop beating yourself up like some loser. I can handle it. If I’m gonna make it as a pro, I’m gonna get hurt every once and while- besides, now you can buy me mochi! Oh! And Boba from that nice boba place!”
“Why can’t you buy your own damn junk?” He grunts out, but you can tell he feels a bit better.
“Cause it tastes better when you buy it,” you reply with a cheesy grin. It’s true, for some reason it doesn’t taste the same unless he buys it. Maybe it’s because he scares the person at the counter and they don’t want him to come back and complain. Whatever it is, it just tastes better when it comes from him.
“Tch, whatever.”
“I’m going to take that as an excited yes.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“Then maybe you should, I don’t know, speak in full sentences and I wouldn’t have to make assumptions.”
He, lightly, swats the back of your head and you pout. “Stop talking and hurry up.”
You look at him, “hurry where?”
He rolls his eyes. “Recovery Girl, we can’t go anywhere with your wing like that, stupid.”
You smile at him like he’s the best thing in the world, and to you, he is. He might be a little tough at first, but once you see these parts of him, anyone would become addicted to the little moments.
Recovery Girl, bless her heart, patches you up easily. In an hour, you’re able to at least phase away your wings. Sure, they won’t be back in commission until sometime tomorrow, but at least you won’t have to try to sleep with them flopping about. Once you leave, you instantly seek out Bakugou. He said he had something to do while you got all patched up, and that was an hour ago and he never returned. What the hell could he be doing for an hour? You snoop around the common room, only stumbling upon Kirishima, Sero, and Denki who all ask how you’re doing.
“I’m fine, you know me, nothing but a little scratch,” you assure them, then let your eyes drift down Bakugou’s hallway, “hey, you guys seen Blasty anywhere?”
You almost regret asking. You could’ve saved yourself from Sero and Denki’s teasing if you just decided to check his room.
“Looking for your boyfriend?” Denki begins, and you roll your eyes.
“Not my boyfriend,” you remind him for what feels like the hundredth time.
“Are you sure he knows that? Poor guy is whipped,” Sero chimes in and you momentarily think about using his own tape against the two of them.
Kirishima, the only helpful one, shrugs his shoulders and actually answers your question, “he said he had to go get a couple things, but didn’t mention what.”
Your brow crunches. “What the hell?” You mumble.
“I’m surprised he ventured out by himself without his support Y/N.” Denki laughs at his own very unfunny joke, and Sero joins him. You smack both of them, hard, and chuckle as they both look up at you with pouts.
“Seriously though, when are you two gonna bite the bullet?” Sero asks, and you, for some fucking reason, ponder his question in all seriousness. You were aware that your relationship with the blonde wasn’t exactly normal. Normal friends didn’t comfort each other at night when either one was having a nightmare, they most certainly didn’t cuddle afterwards because either one didn’t want to sleep without the other. Normal friends didn’t hang on each other like you hang on Bakugou. You liked his hands, and when he allowed you, you would intertwine your pinkies as you both walked. Normal friends usually weren’t each other’s first kiss, but that was a secret you were prepared to take to your grave.
“Personally, I’m tired of the sexual tension-“
You smack Denki again.
“Whaaat? I’m just being honest. You two are disgustingly cute and I seriously don’t need the reminder that I’m single.”
You smirked down at your other blonde friend, patting him on the head. “When you bite the bullet and ask out Jirou, I’ll ask out Bakugou. Until then- we’re just friends.”
“Wait, wait, wait, does that mean?!”
You chuckled and walked away, leaving behind the three to theorize your words. You knew the way to Bakugou’s dorm by heart after spending many nights creeping down his pitch black hallway at ungodly hours. Once you reached it, you felt lighter just staring at the wooden door. You knocked, once, before entering. With a small gasp, you find the room empty. He’s probably still out doing whatever. You shut the door with your hip and walk over to plop down on his bed. His bed is better than yours, despite being the same brand and size.
Maybe because it smells so much liked him, like burnt sweets and campfires. He’s a walking summer day in the woods, a smell that brings you comfort after hanging around him for so long.
When you both became friends, to say that your classmates were shocked was an understatement. They were freaking out. Sure, Kirishima and even Denki and Sero getting close was a miracle. Mina was a damn near anomaly. But you? You who didn’t talk to anyone and would rather sit alone? You who only spoke when asked, so determined to become a hero? That was a fucking earthquaking revelation.
In hindsight, your determination matched with Bakugou’s perfectly. And your lighthearted joking personality balanced out Bakugou’s sour one. With you around, Bakugou seemed… calmer. He didn’t explode as often, and when he did, you swooped in and made fun of him until he quit it. It was a near perfect strategy that hadn’t backfired on you yet. It was a slow burning friendship, starting from when you first asked him to spar with you. Slowly, you both came out of your shells, bit by bit. You helped each other. Together you were stronger, better people.
Holy fuck, did you like Bakugou?
Surely not. No way. Bakugou? Blasty? Why is your heart going so goddamn fast? Maybe a drawback of Recovery Girl’s quirk? But, deep down you knew that it wasn’t.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. You gripped your hair in your hands. You like Bakugou. Like like Bakugou. You want to be in a relationship with Bakugou. You want to kiss his dumb face more than once and hold his stupid sweaty hands that made you feel warm, you wanted to run your fingers through his hair and do all the stupid romantic things with him.
You laughed, a bit crazed as the realization crashed down. Why did it have to crash down?
Before you could pull yourself together, you heard the door creak open. Of course, why would the universe let you process this information? That would be too kind.
Bakugou is well aware that he’s whipped. He knows this and now the damn lady at the connivence store knows this and the Boba barista who served him knows this little fact. It’s humiliating, but the way you smile at him is worth is. Can damn Deku make you smile like that? Nope. Only he gets that smile that exposes all your teeth and stretches a bit too big across your face. With your boba in one hand and a bag of snacks, all the junk that you somehow called food, in the other.
He already stopped by Recovery Girl’s office who said that you left a while ago. Now he’s passing through the common room, but his eyes only land on the three idiots on the couch.
“Hey Bakubro-“ Kirishima is cut off.
“Your girlfriend was looking for you,” Denki interrupts in a sing songy tone.
Bakugou grips your boba tightly, but reminds himself that he can’t destroy the drink that’s meant for you just because Denki is a dumbass.
“Shut your mouth before I do it for you,” Bakugou barks, but the three have been accustomed to his threats by now.
“I’m sure that Y/N would rather-“
Sero clamps a hand over Denki’s mouth to save him from himself. Bakugou just huffs. He’s not really in the mood. Truly, all he wants is to lay down with you while you smile at him and rummage through the snacks he bought for you. All he wants is to hear you say, “they taste so much better when they’re from you.” Like you do every time he spoils you.
Bakugou isn’t completely oblivious to his own feelings, while they get confusing when it comes to you, he just knows that he likes being near you and that’s enough. Though, he will admit, he felt a sense of pride when Denki so casually called you his girlfriend. It felt nice.
He heads to his own dorm, knowing that if you were looking for him, you’d go there first.
The universe hates you. You’re fully aware of that fact as Bakugou nudges open his door with his hands full. He sets the bag on his bed and with an eye roll, he passes you your boba and you almost go into cardiac arrest. You pop the seal with your straw and take a sip to keep yourself busy, humming in delight.
“It always tastes better when it’s from you, you know that?”
He blushes and looks away. You really wish he wouldn’t sometimes. You like to see the dusting on his cheeks.
“Tch, you tell me all the time.”
You take another sip. “It’s cause it’s true, everything is better with a little Blasty thrown in.”
His ears tint red, and he fully faces the opposite direction as you to hide it. You laugh at his antics and grab the bag to see what’s inside. Snacks. All your favorites. Even the more expensive ones that you can only get at that one shop a mile away. Did he-
“Bakugou,” you sigh. You’ve never been good at keeping secrets, and with the fact that you weren’t sure if your feelings were a secret or not, you just assumed the worst.
He turns around, “what? Did I- Did I get the wrong thing?”
You want to kiss him. You really want to kiss him. “Come here, Blasty.” You do grabby hands and he rolls his eyes, but, comes over to sit next to you on the bed. You lean over to set your boba on his desk and look at him.
“What did you want?” He’s trying so hard to keep his usual untouchable attitude, and it’s adorable. You reach out, moving to your knees to hover a bit over him, and take his face in your hands. “What-What are you doing, you weirdo!”
“Shut up and let me do what I need to do, you asswipe,” you grunt out and, even though he clearly doesn’t like it, he doesn’t stop you this time. You cup his cheeks, staring into his eyes as if they could tell you what you needed to hear.
Despite the strong color, his eyes have always been soft when it comes to you. Vulnerable.
“Bakugou, when I say this, don’t you dare make fun of me or interrupt me- got it?”
He nods, surprisingly unequipped with a snarky comeback.
“I think I like you- no that sounds wrong- I actually really like you. Like a lot. I like you and I can’t explain how I came to this conclusion, but I did. You don’t have to say anything back-“
Soft lips slam into yours. It’s almost like the very first time all over again, when the two of you were both exhausted and kissed in the heat of the moment then promised to never speak of it again. But this time? You kiss back with a fever. You want to devour him whole. You want him- no- need him to feel everything that you felt when before he walked into the room.
He pulls away first, much to your dismay. You’re not exactly sure when you climbed into his lap, or when his hands settled on your hips, but you can honestly say you’re not mad at your current situation.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to say that, dumbass?”
You can’t help but feel a bit giddy from the way he looks up at you, so filled with love that you blush.
“I always thought you were into fucking Deku,” he finally admits and you slap him. Yes, you slap him across the face.
“Is that why you’ve been such a dick to him lately! Because you thought I was into him?”
“You hit too damn hard,” he mutters, turning his attention back to you.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Fine, maybe I was giving him shit. Can you blame me? I’m protective over what’s mine.”
You smirk down at him. “Oh, so now I’m yours?”
He leans in, his lips ghosting over your neck as he mumbles, “you’ve always been mine, you were just too stupid to realize it yet.” He pressed a lazy kiss there.
“Asshole.”
“You love it.”
You shrug. “Yanno, maybe I kinda do.”
“Kind of? Bullshit, you’re in love with me, just admit it.” His voice vibrates your skin
You reach down and flick his forehead. “Only if you admit it first.”
He stopped kissing your neck and looked up at you, his face deadly serious. “I’m in love with you.”
You blush heavily. “Well damn, since we’re being blunt about it, I guess I’m in love with you too.”
“Hell yeah, you are.”
