blonde boys are ruining my life! (bakugou x reader)
summary: everything about bakugou rubbed you the wrong way. ever since the first day you met him, you had been at each other’s throats. you absolutely hate him. right?
word count: 3.2k
authors note: happy holidays everyone! here’s my secret santa gift for @bakugoustanaccount . hope you enjoy, lovie!!
warnings: cursing, minor depictions of violence, tension galore, reader is implied poc
you can't explain it, but everything about bakugou pisses you off.
wait no, you absolutely can. bakugou is a self-obsessed, boorish asshat with no respect. he barrels his way through every situation with little afterthought, always choosing the most destructive solution to his problems. and you can say—with a mild sense of pride—that you are one of those problems.
from the first day of school, you were one of the few students that bit back at the boy's barking with an arguably equal ferocity. in fact, sometimes you actively antagonize him for the hell of it. to the most displeasure of your classmates, you and the blond’s bickering is a recurring and nearly practiced normal. normally, you’d put some thought in how your actions affected your friends, but when you were entangled in your hateful dance with bakugou, all your consideration flew right out the window. classmates be damned—someone needed to put this jerk in his place, and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be midoriya. for now, you are more than happy to bear the burden.
christmas break is around the corner, but that obviously doesn’t matter to mr. aizawa as he works your class down to the wick. grueling training exercises, practice missions and workout routines—the works. now that it’s the last day before break, you’re worried that it will only push aizawa’s sadistic tendencies.
“good morning, class.” he greets with his usual curtness. you all chatter out a response, shaking from the cold. only todoroki seemed virtually unperturbed by the chill. stupid heat quirk. you thought, shuffling from one foot to the other. even bakugou is hugging himself for warmth, though he’s taking great care to make it look like he isn’t. with how much he sweats naturally, it must be even worse for him. you smirk at the thought.
“for our last exercise before break, we will be playing a game,” aizawa drones. everyone perks up at the mention of a game. is aizawa actually gonna go easy on you today? beside you, mina grips your arm and pulls you close to whisper. but before she can even get it out, aizawa continues: “in this game, we’ll need two team captains.”
hands rise, but aizawa ignores them. “bakugou will be captain of team blue.” as expected, a smug smirk stretches at the boy’s face. you scoff. why aizawa continually gives him leading positions is beyond you. surely, he has to be aware of bakugou’s mansion-sized ego? well, at least you are. making a show of rolling your eyes, you hide a fake snort behind your hand. as if trained to your noises, bakugou nearly snaps his neck in half with how quickly he looks at you. you easily counter his death-glare, raising your eyebrows in a silent challenge. he lets out a small ‘tch’ before wrenching his head away. 1 point for me. you thought, a tiny shot of satisfaction darting through your body like a drug. maybe you were the sadist.
“ugh,” groaned mina, looping her arms around your neck and leaning close to whisper discreetly into your hair. “you two wanna kiss so bad, it’s embarrassing.”
you snicker indignantly, reaching around her arms to flick her on the nose. bakugou glances side-long at you, of course he thinks you’re talking about him. well, technically you are, but that’s beside the point. he’s a self-absorbent prick. but why have him just think? you say your next words while looking directly at him: “i don’t even wanna breathe in the direction of him, mimi.”
“cause he be smelling so good,” mina easily counters, draping her head on your shoulder. you can’t see her face, but you know she has that shit-eating grin. “like burnt sugar and daydreams.” you cover your mouth, exaggerating holding back a laugh. bakugou looks like he wants nothing more to come over and rip you apart. he’s more than welcome to try it. you’ve never been close enough to him to smell him, but there’s no way he actually smells like that. more likely, old gasoline and axe body spray.
“why don’t you kiss him then?” you say, not breaking eye contact with him as mina twists one of your stray curls between her fingers, none the wiser.
“i would never break your heart like that, hun.”
“mina—”
“is there something you’d like to add, (y/n) and ashido?” aizawa’s voice easily cuts off yours. you straighten up, but mina stays firmly attached to you with little care.
“no, sir, sorry,” you mumble out, face hot. it’s bakugou’s turn to snicker. you dig your nails into your palms and pointedly avoid looking at him.
“good, considering you’re the captain of team red, (y/n),” aizawa says. you stiffen. even mina lifts her head off your shoulder to stare at aizawa in surprise. captain? you roll the word over in your head. you definitely aren’t the weakest of 1-a (mineta will always have that spot) and your quirk was a solid one, but rarely were you put in a position to compete against one of the big three of the class. everyone turns to you, then bakugou, who looks about ready to kill someone. well, more than he usually does. you could hear the collective ‘oh shit’ going off in everyone’s heads. they knew no matter what game this was, it was about to go down. aizawa, the frickin’ sadist.
the game aizawa chose was dodgeball. dodgeball?! this guy is a freak!
before the game had even started you and bakugou were heated. throwing out insults and jabs like your heads would explode if you didn’t respond in time. kirishima—who had you had picked first for your team to spite the fuck outta bakugou—had whispered to you before the game started: “try not to kill each other, yeah?” it was useless to ask, he knew, but he had to try. you glanced at bakugou, who had seemed weirdly angrier watching you and kirishima talk.
“no promises, red.” you smirked.
and thank god, you didn’t make that promise. the game was a bloodbath. aizawa had barely blew his whistle before bakugou raced to grab a ball, eyes zeroed on you. the whole game you both targeted only each other, which surprised absolutely no one. however, when denki made the mistake of jokingly throwing a ball your direction, bakugou shouted at him: “she’s mine!” you chose to ignore the weird flip your stomach did at hearing that. probably just nausea from moving around so much, or something.
now, almost everyone is out. no quirks were allowed, so it came down to pure dodging skill. with everyone too afraid to get in between your little pissing contest, you and bakugou easily were the last ones standing. balls flew back and forth like rockets, but both of you were too stubborn to even think about letting them hit you.
“are you even trying?” you sneer after narrowly dodging another ball, flexing the rubber ball in your hand like a stress toy. “i thought you’d be more of a challenge, firecracker!” you can almost hear his teeth grinding from across the field.
“shut up, dumbass! i’ll smash your face in so bad, that old nurse won’t be able to make it pretty again!” two balls in hand, he slams them together for emphasis.
“you’re welcome to try, loser!” you shout back, mouth running before your lagging brain catches up with it. eyes widening, you fall out of your battle stance the tiniest bit. did he just call me—?
before you can even finish that thought, bakugou lets out the loudest war cry you’ve ever heard in your life, hurtling the two balls at you at the same time. snapping out of your stupor, you use your own ball to smack the first one away. pain shooting up your arms from the sheer force of it.
you aren’t fast enough to keep the second one from slamming square into your nose. a sickening crack reverberates through your skull, and your face explodes with a sudden warmth. you didn’t even make it to the ground before the world went black.
---
“…gonna kill him i swear to god!”
pain. that’s the first thing you register. you wince one eye open before hissing and closing it again. has world always been so fucking bright?
“miss shuzenji, i think she’s waking up!” uraraka voice bleeds into your ears, a normally melodic sound bringing nothing but a dull throbbing in your head. you shirk away from it, but the simple movement causes a wave of nausea to plague your stomach.
“will you all let give her some room to breathe? stop crowding…” everything becomes muffled again, but you recognize that voice. recovery girl. you’re in the infirmary? but what even happened—? then, everything comes rushing back to you, cold as ice. your eyes fly open, no longer caring about the pain.
“i’m gonna kill him!” you snarl, voice coming out rough.
“hey, that’s what i said!” mina’s head pops into view, and you realize you’re laying on a hospital cot.
“and ‘don’t crowd her’ is what i said!” recovery girl hobbles into view, shooing mina away from the cot. she then comes to stand beside you. “can you sit up, honey?”
it takes a second for her words to register. instead of responding, you grip the edges of the bed before dragging yourself up. a hand comes to rest on your back, which you realize is momo helping steady you.
“how long was i out?” you rasp, hand coming up to touch your nose. it wasn’t broken anymore—you must have been unconscious when recovery girl used her quirk on you. you silently thank god for that.
“about 20 minutes. your nose was completely busted, i was so scared!” you feel the tugging of hagakure on your sleeve. you groan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you lost. he was never going to let you live this down. you can already hear bakugou interweaving his victory into every future argument to come. you were done for.
“you should’ve seen aizawa,” uraraka adds, leaning against the edge of your bed. “he was so angry, it was kinda scary.”
“i was angry!” you finally notice jirou sitting in a chair across from you, jacks waving around. “that jerk aimed for your face on purpose!”
“you had a concussion and a broken nose,” explains recovery girl, ignoring the ranting of your peers. “i fixed both for you, but you’re gonna have a bad headache for the next couple of days. you’re virtually fine, but i want you to stay here for the rest of the day, just so i can keep my eye on you.”
“thank you, ma’am.” you bow your head slightly, but recovery girl merely waves you off before turning to your visitors.
“i’m sure miss (y/n) has enjoyed your company, but it’s time for you to let her get some rest.” the collective protest from your girls brought a tiny smile to your face.
“but she just had a 20 minute nap, doc!” cries mina, making you giggle. momo ushers her and the rest of the girls to the door.
“she’s right guys, we can check on her later,” she says. they all collectively say ‘bye’ before shuffling out. mina however, lingers in the doorway with a grin.
“don’t worry, girl! we’ll kick his ass for you!
“out!” recovery girl shucks a pillow at her, which mina easily dodges. she blows you a kiss before running off. without your friends near, exhaustion easily overtakes you. you really had given it all in that game. despite your headache, sleep comes easily to you.
---
“oi.”
you jerk awake, moaning at the beating your head gives you in response. a dull pain pulls at your cheek and you rub, before looking up at the last person you wanted to see right now.
“did you fucking flick me?” you snap. bakugou crosses his arms, indignant, even though he totally did.
“not my fault you sleep like a bear,” he says. a beat of silence passes between you two. then, you abruptly sit up, reach over and smack him as hard as you can in the chest. he coughs from the force if it, slapping your hand away. “ow! the hell’s your problem?!”
“my problem?! my problem is you put me in the infirmary over a game of dodgeball!” you shout, before your eyes widen in realization. looking around, your suspicion is confirmed. recovery girl is nowhere to be found. and if she kicked your friends out, you can’t imagine she’d let your attacker in. “did you sneak in here?
“wh—no!” he denies it, which you’re pretty sure is a gut reaction to disagree with everything you say. “the old lady had just stepped out for a break so i let myself in.”
“you were waiting for a chance to sneak in?” you ask, incredulous. suddenly, the thought of bakugou hiding around a corner plays on repeat in your mind. you can’t help but laugh.
“oi, what you laughing at, dumbass!” he shouts, but not too loud. is he worried about being caught? that makes you laugh even harder.
“i’m laughing at you,” you manage between chuckles. “you’re a moron.” bakugou sniffs, turning his nose up like he smelled something rancid.
“says the bitch who let herself get hit in the face.”
“oh yes,” rolling your eyes to the moon, you lean your elbow against the railing of the cot and rest your head on your hand. “i just ran straight into that ball. ran my ‘pretty’ face right into that motherfucker.”
you don’t miss the way bakugou freezes, mouth hanging open with a retort caught on his tongue. was he hoping you had forgotten? scoffing, he decides the ceiling is far more interesting to glare at than you.
“you that self-obsessed? ‘pretty’ isn’t the word i would use,” he grumbles. is he pouting? he’s pouting. adorable. you blink, squinting at yourself. adorable? where did that come from?
“but, you literally did,” you grin up at him. he blanches, snapping his neck towards you.
“no i didn’t, you god damn nerd! you hit your head too hard!” you let out an honest to god snort, nearly falling over yourself in laughter. bakugou’s seething, growing surprisingly quiet as you got it all out. as fun as teasing bakugou is, you find yourself sobering quickly as the reality hits you like a truck.
“you called me pretty,” you say. the lack of teasing in your voice seems to scare bakugou. he opens his mouth to probably deny it again, but you beat him to it: “why did you come here bakugou? to gloat? you’re doing a pretty shit job at it.”
bakugou grows silent, his frown slackening slightly as he studies you. a second stretches into eternity. under his shameless scrutiny you feel your face grow hot. you’ve rarely seen him without his teeth bared at you. he looks…weirdly nice.
“um, hel-looo.” you wave a hand in front of his face. bakugou sighs, like this entire moment wasn’t brought on by his actions alone.
“i was…ugh…” he scratches the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically askance. “i just felt bad, okay? i didn’t hit your dumb face on purpose. i thought you’d at least be competent enough to dodge it.”
is he…apologizing? bakugou??? well, of course he couldn’t do it without insulting you, but it was probably the closest you’ll ever get to a real one. a foreign warmth spreads at your chest and you fight down the urge to smile at him. apology or not, he’s still bakugou katsuki. a self-absorbed jerk. but—your rationality argues—would a real jerk go out of his way to sneak into the infirmary just to say he’s sorry?
“awww, you were worried about wittle ol’ me?” you tease. it’s a force of habit at this point. you can’t help to push his buttons. he fumes, metaphorical steam blowing out his ears. he begins to stomp away and your heart strangely sinks.
“ugh, whatever. go back to bed and snore like a dog—!”
“bakugou, wait!” throwing your blankets off, you slide off the bed to try and follow him. bad idea. head spinning, you stumble backward and careen towards the ground. concussion number #2 here you come.
an arm wraps around your waist, dragging you forward. letting out a sharp shriek, you brace your hands against bakugou’s chest to avoid slamming your face into it. his hand stays around your waist and the other grips your elbow to keep you from swaying. my god. you think, looking up at him with wide eyes. this close, you’re enveloped in his scent. he really does smell like burnt sugar, mina wasn’t lying.
“you’re so fuckin’ clumsy,” bakugou says, voice quiet as if he’s telling you a secret. in the empty infirmary it still felt so loud. “no wonder that ball hit you.”
“oh shut up,” you hiss, smacking him lightly on the chest, beginning to pull away. but bakugou’s grip on you tightens.
the air shifts. you stare at bakugou with what you’re sure is a dumb looking face, lips parted slightly in surprise. what is he doing? you ask yourself, but you’re pretty sure that you already know. you don’t know if your pounding heart is from excitement or fear. maybe a little bit of both.
“w-what’s all this, huh?” you curse yourself for stuttering, but manage to continue. “you want a excuse to look at my pretty face?” maybe if you keep up the act, he’ll remember that he’s supposed to hate you. bakugou lets out a loud ‘tch’ and you’re sure he’s about to pull away from you and pretend this never happened. you can’t help the tiny seed of disappointment planted in your gut. but why would you be disappointed? you hate bakugou. and he hates you. right? the way he pulls you closer against him says the exact opposite.
“maybe i do. you got a problem with that?” he grumbles. it’s here you notice the faint pink dusting his cheeks. oh. oh.
“n-no,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. your answer surprises both of you. “not really.”
the silence that follows is deafening. your heart is lodged in your throat and you try to remember to breathe as bakugou’s hand moves from your elbow to join the other on your waist. you weren’t sure who made the first move—you, him, or both of you—but it didn’t seem to matter as your lips finally brush together—
“HI (Y/NNNNNNNNN)!” the door to the infirmary bursts open, and you and bakugou jump away from each other, looking guilty as sin. mina skips through the door, a tray with two lattes balanced in one hand. “recovery girl said you were good to—!” one look at bakugou and mina freezes. you can literally see the cogs working in her brain as she comes to a conclusion at what the hell bakugou is doing here and why he was so close to you. you try to remedy it before it’s too late.
“mina—”
“oooooo, were you two kissing???” mina asks, eyes shining with mischief before she starts to laugh. you can see the brimstone burning in bakugou’s eyes as he jabs an accusatory finger in her direction.
“how long were you spying, raccoon eyes?!”
“chill, ‘suki i was just kidd—!” then mina stops laughing. mina stops everything. you’re surprised she doesn’t drop the lattes in shock. shit. bakugou just told on himself. “no way!” she shouts, a bright grin on her face. tiny explosions dance along bakugou’s palms as he glowers at the girl.
“one fucking word, pinky, i swear—!”
but mina had already turned on one heel, safely discarding the drinks in one corner before booking it down the hall.
“KIRISHIMAAA!”
god, you were so screwed.
