This gives off low key crack vibes tbh- but also, you may be thinking i made the reader is weird but like- just awkward…? (at some point I was gonna title Manwhore but that would just give off the wrong vibes-) (Also I wrote this quite a while and i tried to edit it so it’s better but idk…)
In which you and Bakugo are walking home when it starts raining, leaving you both to run for an abandoned building for shelter.
Today was a cloudy day. You knew neither of you brought an umbrella, seeing as the weather forecast said nothing about rain. At least, that’s what Katsuki told you when you asked right outside your house that morning before heading to school.
“I hope it doesn’t rain,” you said noticing the way the clouds seemingly grew darker, and just as you said that, it began to drizzle.
You were annoyed, you brought your blazer to school today, but Mina accidentally got it dirty trying to throw food at Kaminari but missed, she ended up taking it home to wash it since she felt bad- even despite when you told her it was fine over and over again. Now, not only were you going to freeze, but it was going to be awkward if your shirt became see-through.
“Dumbass,” Bakugo remarked, as you both began to walk faster.
You squinted at him, offended, “What? It’s not like I made it rain!” you pouted.
“Yeah, but you jinxed,” he scoffed.
“Okay, sure, whatever.” you scoffed back. The rain turned from it’s previous light drizzle to suddenly pouring.
You followed what little of Bakugo you could see from under your makeshift umbrella which was really just your school bag. You ran into the ash blonde’s back, nose first. You were about to complain, but then you realized you were now safe from the harsh drops of water that fell from the sky.
It was still cold,and you realized why, the place Bakugo led you to was an abandoned building. You wondered how long it had been there, not being able to entirely remember it on your usual route home.
You and Katsuki lived right across the street from each other and therefore went to and from school together, so if he somehow had a different route, it would make no sense whatsoever.
Either way, the place gave you the absolute creeps, along with chills, but it’s not like you could tell Katsuki that, he’d just laugh and call you a coward or something like that.
You sighed. Why did you have to care about what he thought about you?
Oh right, it’s because you had a crush on him, and have for a few years now.
Your cheeks burned a little thinking about it, but- why?! Why did you have to fall for your angry hedgehog of a childhood friend?! It could’ve been anyone, and that would be easier! Hell, Mineta- actually, no. Mineta could go die in a hole, you’d even rather die before falling for Mineta.
You shook your head, there was no point in thinking about all… that.
“You good, Brat?” Bakugo called over, you were still by the opening of the abandoned building, while he went in a little further, trying to escape the freezing weather as much as possible.
“U-Uh Yeah,” you called back, looking out to the pouring rain, your arms were freezing without your blazer. Unlike Bakugo, your quirk had nothing to do with fire, let alone heat, you rubbed your hands up and down you arms in an attempt to gain heat.
“You idiot, get your ass over here, it’s colder at the entrance.” Bakugo scoffed, clearly not realizing you knew that already.
In all honesty, you would’ve, if not for the fact you did not feel safe in this building. It was only because it was shady and possibly not structurally stable! You definitely did not believe in ghosts! That was definitely not it at all!
Besides, if Bakugo knew that you were scared of ghosts he’d think you were weird and probably a loser, and he’d mean it for real.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, about to make an excuse as to why you couldn’t go in deeper, but you ended up being cut off when a hand grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you to the back wall of the building. You were about to complain, but were caught off before you got the chance to a second time. Once Katsuki’s slightly too big, but warm blazer was wrapped around you, you closed your mouth, flustered.
“Y-You hoe…” you trailed off, unable to make eye contact with the exponentially warmer ash blonde beside you as you took in the familiar scent of the blazer, wrapping it around you further.
“Brat-” Bakugo said, but you ended up interrupting him. After hearing the most grotesque mix of a groan and scream ever, followed by a long scratching sound, you flinched. Resulting in you tripping over your own feet and ended up landing on Bakugo.
Of course, his body build was strong enough to catch you, so instead of the two of you falling, he caught you by your wrist, pulling it up so you didn’t fall. Once the top of your head hit his chin slightly, you looked up to apologize. When you did, however, you were far too flustered to speak when you realized just how close your faces were.
“Don’t be. I fucking hate myself,” he rasped, successfully confusing the hell out of your flustered mind, “It might be selfish, but I don’t want to be ‘just friends’ anymore. I like you too much for that shit.”
He leaned in.
Your face burned a dark red, by the time he was only one inch away from your lips, his eyes closing, you couldn’t help but push him away after you got control of yourself.
You stood up only a foot away, your heart practically about to beat right out your chest. “I-I just-” you swallowed, and turned, “Bakugo, you manwhore!” you shouted absentmindedly and ran straight out into the rain.
You couldn’t even feel or hear the freezing raindrops, or the coldness that bit at your skin. Just your heartbeat, along with a thousand thoughts you couldn’t describe aloud without just screaming.
Bakugo watched your back retreating, running like he’d kill you if you stayed.
He smirked to himself, and a confused Kirishima came out from the back room.
“You okay, bro?” he said, worried how Bakugo might lash out, “I didn’t think L/n could even run like that.” Kirishima really didn’t think you’d just run away like you did. Kirishima noticed the smirk on Bakugo’s face, suddenly more worried for his friend’s mental state.
“B-Bro,” Kirishima wearily put a hand on his shoulders. Not only did the plan of scaring you not work, but you’d just completely and outright rejected Bakugo. Kirishima felt he might just have to possibly run for his own life in a similar style to you.
Bakugo shrugged Kirishima’s hand off, aggressively but not angrily.
Bakugo wasn’t mad
for once. Actually, he was rather satisfied, had you let him kiss you, that would’ve been a different story.
He knew you, and that meant he was sure if you let him kiss you- or worse, kissed him back- you were probably pitying him because you didn’t return his feelings or something.
It was probably ten minutes before Bakugo broke the silence between him and Kirishima, who was still terrified.
Kirishima flinched when Bakugo spoke up, “It’s about time I find that dumbass.” he said, walking off into the rain in the same direction as you.
You were probably gonna get sick, but you decided it was whatever. You’d just have to take a day or two off from school you supposed. You sat under a tree, now cold and wet from the rain, and the leaves did basically nothing to protect you from it. You hugged your knees, beginning to regret running away.
Why did you run away anyways?
It wasn’t like you didn’t want to kiss him- not that you really wanted to or anything though.
You groaned, pouting at your own idiocy.
You guessed it was just that the situation was… weird? Well, at least Bakugo was weird. Yeah, he confessed using cuss words, but still, he confessed. Ugh, you wanted to throw up, or maybe bury yourself in a hole, maybe you’d even be warmer that way.
You buried you face into your knees, closing up the blank space with your arms so your face wasn’t visible.
“Regretting stopping that kiss?”
“Kind of-” you paused, what?
Your head snapped to beside you, Bakugo had managed to find you. Granted it wasn’t like you ran miles away, but you still definitely got a block or (2) two away. Your cheeks burned a bright red, and suddenly it wasn’t so cold anymore.
Bakugo smirked, “So why did you?”
You flinched as he sat next to you, you looked away, your blush deepening.
You mumbled a few incoherent words before he was actually able to understand you, “I… I don’t know. You were just being… weird.. and stuff, so I just did what happened on reflex,” you said, barely able to know how or what to think anymore. Most of the time, when it came to fight or flight situations, you’d opt to fight, being friends with Katsuki since childhood; however, there were specific situations you’d choose flight. This was apparently one of them.
There was a moment of silence before Bakugo spoke again, “What kind of reflex is yelling Manwhore?”
"Wh- Well, you’re the one who tried to kiss me!” you averted your eyes, your blush persistent.
“That’s because I like you, dumbass,” Bakugo deadpanned, not even trying to avoid your gaze or fidgeting, not seeming nervous at all.
“When you say it like that, I feel like… it’s not even real. I mean I know you’re not lying, it’s just like… I don’t know…” you sighed, “W-Well, a-anyways, I l-like you too, but-” you were cut off when Bakugo didn’t give you anytime to react.
Simply crashing his lips on yours to shut you up, it seemed all he needed was for you to say you liked him back and that was it. Well, you supposed it was all he needed to hear.
You didn’t pull away this time, simply pretending your face wasn’t as hot as the surface of the sun, and kissed back, furrowing your eyebrows finding it hard to keep your mouth from smiling and your eyes from opening.
After a while, you parted, and he pulled you closer to lean on him, when your head hit his chest, you were actually glad to hear his rapid heart beat, meaning it wasn’t just you who could barely handle this.
Everything felt warm, even the comfortable silence felt warm.
Too bad it was interrupted by your ash blonde hedgehog of a crush.
“I know you were scared in the abandoned building, Brat” he spoke.
The tics that formed on your forehead were almost visible, you pouted, turning your head a little to look up at him. “Tell anyone, and I’ll bite your face off.”
“I would like to see that happen,” he responded, making you do a double take.
“Are you- Are you hitting on me?!” you asked, dumbfounded as he smirked. You leaned back on his chest, turning your gaze to the side, “You really are a manwhore…”