college au ౨·౿ bakugou 𝔁 f!reader ౨·౿ sfw drabble, fluff!
"that's it. i'm fucking done!"
you wailed with a noise of irritation, a string of curses leaving your lips unceremoniously. you kicked the bottom of the unresponsive vending machine with a force enough to rattle the case, but your bag of cool ranch doritos wasn't budging. this, seemingly, was your last straw.
"do you need a minute, or…?" your head whips over to see a familiar blonde, the one from your business lecture. he always sat two rows in front of you and you were able to see him playing 2048 on his computer instead of taking notes. it pissed you off, considering he always made the highest score on exams.
your eye twitches. "i'm sorry, am i inconveniencing you from getting a drink?"
"well that's too damn bad. i don't give a fuck! can't you see the damn thing isn't even fucking working?! god, this was the last thing i needed today, are you joking?!" you continue your long tirade of curses and word vomit at the poor guy, but he was completely blocking you out. your words sounded underwater to his inner thoughts. he was more focused on looking at you. he liked the sound of your voice, especially when you were yelling. he liked the way your expression changed before you said something rude, as though every thought appeared on your face before it reached your mouth. did you always wear your hair down like that? and your earrings, don't you usually wear hoops on tuesdays?
he's only brought back to reality when you flick him on the forehead. "that's so fucking rich, bakugou. what, never been yelled at before?!"
he blinks. the place where your finger had struck his forehead stinging faintly, though not nearly enough to justify the expression that crawled across his face. his eyebrows pulled together and his mouth twisted into a sour scowl.
“you were zoning the fuck out!” you snapped, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “i’ve been talking this entire time and you were just standing there staring at me like i'm an alien.”
“you weren’t talking. you were throwing a tantrum about your shitty day.”
“oh, fuck off! you’d be pissed too if you had the same day!”
bakugou glanced past you toward the vending machine, where the bright blue bag remained caught between two of the metal coils. it was close enough to falling that even the slightest movement should have knocked it loose, but it hung there stubbornly, appearing almost purposeful in the way it denied you what you wanted.
“how much did you put in?”
you sigh exasperatedly. “why does that matter?”
he doesn't ask again, just stares at you with that same monotone and off-putting face you were so used to.
“it was two dollars and fifty cents,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “and it isn’t about the money. it’s the principle of it.”
he looked back at you, his eyes dragging over your face for a moment longer than necessary. your cheeks were tinted warmer from yelling, your hair slightly mussed from where you had repeatedly pushed it away from your face. the fact that he was paying any attention to you bothered him.
“the principle,” he repeated, his voice flat.
“yes, the principle, bakugou. i paid for something, so i should receive it. that’s how transactions work. no free lunch? don’t you pay attention in class?”
a scoff leaves his lips instantly. “more than you, apparently.”
your eyes narrowed. “all you do is fuck around every lecture!”
“and you still get the highest grade every time! which is deeply annoying, and honestly a little sus.”
“and you look at my exam score every time they get passed back.”
your mouth opened, but whatever insult had been waiting on your tongue failed to arrive. instead, you stared at him with an expression caught somewhere between disbelief and accusation. “how do you even know i'm looking?”
“i can see you leering over your macbook in the reflection of my screen. you’re not subtle at all,” he muttered.
before you could continue the petty argument, he grabbed the sides of the vending machine, ignoring the confused noise you made behind him, and gave it one violent pull forward. the machine rocked beneath his hands before slamming back against the wall, the impact loud enough to echo throughout the otherwise empty hallway. your doritos dropped from the coil and landed in the tray with a soft crinkly thwack.
“holy shit,” you breathed, pushing past him to retrieve the goods.
you crouched to pull out the bag, clutching it against your chest as though he had just rescued something worth far more than a measly two-fifty. the anger that had consumed you only moments ago disappeared so quickly it was almost unsettling, replaced by a smile so unguarded that bakugou found himself staring again. you looked different when you smiled properly.
he had seen you laugh in class before, usually when the girl beside you whispered something during the professor’s lectures, but those smiles had always been brief and half-hidden behind your hand. this one took over your entire face, softening the crease between your eyebrows and making your eyes brighten with an amount of happiness that was completely unreasonable considering you were only holding a bag of doritos. the inferior flavor, no less. spicy nacho was worlds better.
“you almost knocked the whole thing over,” you said, standing again. “i think that technically counts as destruction of university property.”
“ehhhhh? you fuckin' kicked it first!”
“tomato, tomato.” you yanked apart at the top of the bag, struggling for a moment before it tore open too forcefully and sent a puff of seasoning into the air. you coughed, turning your face away as bakugou covered his nose with the collar of his shirt.
“fuckin' hell,” he said. “you can’t do anything normally, can you?”
bakugou had never spoken to you before today.
not properly, anyway. during the first week of classes, you sat right behind him. you had asked to borrow a pencil then, and he had told you to bring your own. you had called him an asshole beneath your breath, apparently unaware that he could hear you. after that, you moved to sit two rows behind him out of pure spite. bakugou looked at you again and felt something inside him change with enough discomfort to make his stomach lurch. it was ridiculous. he barely knew you, and yet some part of him seemed to have decided otherwise months ago. memorizing you piece by piece while he pretended to focus on the numbers moving across his computer screen.
“bakugouuu! i said thanks for getting my chips!” you said, waving a hand in front of his face. "jeez, what a weirdo.." you muttered under your breath.
he caught your wrist before your fingers could touch his forehead again, the movement automatic. your skin was cool beneath his palm, and your words stopped abruptly as you looked down at where he was holding you. bakugou released you quickly after, and it made the gesture seem more unnatural.
“s'nothing. don't flick me again.”
“you talk too fuckin' much!”
you smiled again, clearly amused by his irritation, and bakugou felt the same awful tightening in his chest. he was deeply aware of what it was.
you held the open bag toward him, tilting it slightly in offering. “want one?”
bakugou stared down at it before looking back at you. there was dorito dust near the corner of your mouth, and he had to curl his fingers into his palm to stop himself from reaching up and wiping it away.
you shrugged. “alright. i'm not asking twice,” you stuff your mouth with another two pieces, clearly too big to chew in one go. it made you look like a chipmunk. a cute one, he thought. fuck.
you turned and started walking toward the lecture hall, apparently assuming that he would follow you. after a few steps, you looked over your shoulder and frowned when you saw that he had not moved.
“are you coming? class starts in like three minutes.”
bakugou was confused, but he still picked up his bag from the floor and walked towards you. you waited until he caught up anyway, falling into step beside him as though the two of you had walked to class together a hundred times before.
you began talking again almost immediately, moving on to a new complaint about the upcoming exam, and bakugou listened with his eyes fixed straight ahead.
two years later, he's looking at how your breath evens while you sleep in his bed, curled into his side. he pushed the hair from out of your face, pressing a chaste kiss on your lashes. you had asked him earlier that night when he knew he loved you. he brushed you off at the time, but now he was pretty damn sure.
i saw someone duking it out with a vending machine today and this populated in my mind of minds. urgh
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