Keep The Enemy Closer

Keep the enemy closer

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Karasuno's Manager!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers of the ends of the first season, one or two cursing, Sugawara 😈, Kageyama as your best friend, there's this one part where Oikawa's head is on your shoulder and you're like combing your hand through his hair and I'm-

Genre: Fluff, enemies to lovers au, surprisingly, no angst

Synopsis: You're the manager of Karasuno, the little sister of the team. A game between you and Aoba Jousai has changed more than you thought it would, and you certainly didn't expect to catch the eye of the captain of the enemy team.

Oikawa Tooru was an impressive man. You had noticed that the second you saw him.

It wasn't only his looks -but everyone who had seen him had to admit, his looks were a big part of his charm-, or how amazing of a player he was, how he could read people and situations and instantly think of a solution, his wit, even more than that. 

The first time you saw him was at the nationals, right when he was up in the air, his hand touching the ball. It was like everything was in slow motion. You could see how calm his face was, but also how his brown eyes burned with the hunger of victory. 

Only when his hand slapped the ball did the slow-motion end, the ball flying over the net, a loud slapping sound thundering in the room. As the ball had touched the floor, you knew no one would have been able to receive that service. Everyone else seemed to think so, the room speechless and silent for the first time since the game had started, all eyes on the handsome boy, and rightfully so.

It took the audience a few seconds to manage and process the service, ear-splitting cheering and clapping sound filling the room, making everyone wince, but him. Oikawa received the claps like he was born to be on stage, to stand there and accept the bewildered gazes.

You found yourself wanting to clap too. Your hands stood in front of you, waiting for the command to come, but before you let yourself cheer to him, you quickly put your hands down, sticking them to your sides. 

A moment of weakness, you concluded. Nothing more, just appreciating a good game.

You gulped, unable to tear your eyes from the brunette. Oikawa had that confident, so laid back smile that screamed to the world that he knew he would win, but you knew if you looked closely, you could see in his eyes how on edge he was, observing every little thing that was in the game, not even want but a need to win burning him from inside out. That was the Oikawa charm, you concluded. 

It was such an exciting feeling to witness emotions this extra, and it made you want to be a part of it.

"You look like somethings stirring in your mind." Sugawara came a bit close to you, making you jump out of your thoughts as you could feel his soft gaze observing you. You glanced just one last time to the boy on the court, and you could swear your eyes found his for a second.

"Oh," you muttered, now looking at Sugawara's eyes, even though they looked soft and naive, Sugawara was anything but that. "It's nothing." You smiled. "I guess you could say I'm a bit stressed."

***

And then, the ball touched the floor.

Sitting on the edge of your seat, you felt like you couldn't even breathe. The ball going back and forth, not touching the floor, you were grabbing the bench do hard, your knuckles had turned white. Though you weren't the only one, even coach Ukai had lost his calm.

It was only until Aoba Jousai started to cheer, hug each other, did you actually comprehend that you had- lost. Hinata was still on the floor, and you could see the tears dwelling in the corner of his eyes. Kageyama wasn't better than him either, hands shaking, not wanting to accept it.

Daichi was the first to pull himself out of the daze surrounding his teammates, the audience, you. Extending his hand to Asahi, he pulled his friend on his feet, giving him a confident smile. The boys on the other side of the net were cheering, jumping like they weren't the ones that had one of the longest games of their lives. They were exhausted, even you were tired just watching the game, but they weren't probably even aware of their body's situation.

Your eyes found the boy who stood in the middle of the court, so proudly, he almost looked perfect. Born for this moment, you thought once again.

You gulped, looking away from him, feeling uneasy just by looking at him. You walked to your side of the court to your friends who were still on the floor. "Hey guys," you tried to stop your voice from trembling. "That game was amazing. You really pushed yourselves out there."

"But it wasn't enough," Kageyama growled, sending goosebumps down your body. He looked so focused on the fact that he had, in fact, lost, like he wasn't himself. You had no answer to that, so you stuck your hand to him instead. "Let's make it enough." You told him as he held your hand and stood on his legs. "Together."

You weren't aware of Oikawa on the other half of the court, who had heard your words, and he could feel the anger boiling inside of him. He had won, Oikawa had beaten the 'genius' Kouhei of his, so why were you standing proud next to the boy, telling him he could win next time? That it was enough, that it was okay to lose?

He huffed, turning his back to you both and enjoying his victory with his team. It was like a burden lifted from his shoulders, now that he had beaten Kageyama, he had seen him on the floor of the court, trying to pull himself back together. Then, why did you reaching a hand out to him came to his mind each time Oikawa tried to feel good about finally winning?

***

"What's going on?" You asked Sugawara, looking at the big crowd outside the building as you exited the sports arena. You noticed it was all girls, giggles, and an occasional scream echoed, too.

"Oh that's," he said matter-of-factly, "Oikawa and his fans."

"His fans?" You repeated, brows shooting upwards in disbelief.

"His fans." Sugawara grinned. "You were amazing, Oikawa-senpai!" A girl fawned over him, and another had a box in her hands, decorated with cute little stickers. "I- I made cookies, Oikawa-senpai." She stuttered, her face red.

"Aw, are those for me?" You saw Oikawa quirk a brow up in a prideful manner, thanking the girl as he took a bite out of the cookie. "These are amazing, Sakura-chan!" He told her with a charming smile, leaving the girl a stuttering mess. Now, every girl that had brought him something went feral, trying to get him to eat what they had made him, too.

Even though you thought it was a bit excessive, you shrugged and went your way since it didn't concern you, but you had to turn back when you heard a familiar voice shouting instead of the girls'.

"Oh, shit," Sugawara muttered, running towards Oikawa, and what seemed to be Kageyama. Kageyama looked furious, in contrast to Oikawa's calm face decorated with a scorning smile.

"You son of a-" Kageyama held Oikawa by his collar. "That's an interesting way of showing respect to your senpai." Oikawa giggled. "Now, now." Sugawara got in between them just in time. "Let's not fight, it was a fair game, and we don't want to cause a scene." Despite the soft tone of his voice, he looked at Kageyama's blue eyes like he was trying to tell him to calm the fuck down. "I don't care about making a scene," Kageyama growled, his eyes never leaving Oikawa's.

"Oh, I always knew you were a cruel, stupid king." Oikawa grinned. "Though, I never thought you were an ignorant one, too."

Oikawa's observing abilities were deemed helpful in this situation too, he looked and found what could hurt his opponent the most. And he did. Kageyama was left speechless, though it didn't last long. He was about to act on it, and you were sure what was on the tip of his tongue wasn't very polite until you joined the fight.

"Hey, Kageyama, calm down." You put your hand on his chest and pushed him back a little until he let go of Oikawa's collar. "Yeah, Kageyama, you shouldn't be hurting my pretty face-"

"And you," you turned to him with threatening eyes, face cold, and you could see the surprise on your face. "I thought you were older than us, but as I see it, you're the most childish one around here. You're right, you won, and congrats. But rubbing that in the face of your opponent makes you the cruel one around here."

Oikawa's warm brown eyes were now a cold, muddy color, narrowed as they wandered over your face. Though it didn't last long until his emotionless face melted into a cynical grin. "Well, if it wasn't for this pretty little manager here, I wouldn't have accepted this behavior at all. But I'm going to be generous and forgive you." His eyes now back on Kageyama, expecting him to blow upon his words, but before he could do so, Sugawara talked again. "Thank you, Oikawa-san. That's very mature of you."

Interesting, Oikawa thought.

But Oikawa didn't care about what Sugawara thought of him, he cared about your thoughts, instead. But instead of fangirling as he thought you would, your cold expression didn't change, causing his brows to furrow in confusion. You huffed and turned your back to him, lulling Kageyama with you without turning back to glance at him one more time.

***

You bit your lip anxiously ass you scrolled through Instagram, feeling like you were doing something unacceptable.

Well, maybe you were doing something unacceptable.

Your eyes wandered over Oikawa's stupidly perfect face, body, and figure. Damn, why did he have to look like the most amazing guy ever -that is, until he opened his mouth- and be photogenic?

Annoyed with your thoughts, you put your phone down, determined to get him out of your mind.

***

"What was that girl's name again?" Oikawa muttered as he closed the door of his cabinet.

"Which girl?" Iwaizumi asked, weirded out by his friend's question. He had never in his life seen Oikawa ask after a girl's name.

"Oh," Oikawa shrugged. "That manager? Karasuno's?"

"Wait," Iwaizumi closed the door of his cabinet too. "You're telling me you have a crush on Karasuno's manager?" That question was so unexpected, Oikawa gaped at his friend. "Crush? I don't have a crush on Karasuno's manager." He told him with a huff.

"Yeah, right." Iwaizumi snickered though he didn't press him about it further.

***

"That was amazing, Kageyama!" You cheered as he sent the ball flying. Although Kageyama didn't answer, you saw the prideful grin on his face.

Everyone was working harder than they ever had, determined to win the match against Aoba Jousai. There was an upcoming training camp with some of the strongest schools, and since and Aoba Jousai was one of them, there was going to be at least a dozen games against them, and Karasuno was determined to show them how stronger they got. 

"A five-minute break." Coach Ukai called out, the team sighing in relief, Tanaka letting go and resting on the floor.

"Here ya go, Tsukishima." You told him as you get him his bottle, laughing at how long the distance was between your faces. "Thanks," he answered, nodding to make his gratitude sufficient. "You're working hard as well, I see."

"I can't just sit and watch as the team gets stronger with every hit. I need to work to keep up." He sounded mad, but you knew it was only the bitter truth. "I can only wish for you to smack one of your hardest spikes right next to that Oikawa guy so we can all take a deep breath in."

"My fakes are my secret weapon, you know that, can't really smack him in the face." He answered. "You should be asking Hinata instead."

"Hmm," you muttered thoughtfully, "maybe you're right. But I still want you to do that as well." He smiled, a faint smile that wasn't one of his cynical ones, and you grinned.

"Nishinoya senpai, you didn't drink water!" You called out as you ran towards the libero, his eyes sparkling when he heard the word 'senpai' coming out of your mouth. "You're like our guardian angel, you know that?" He told you, smirking after he took four long gulps of his water that you had brought him.

"And we're your guardians." Tanaka joined from the floor. Ah, right. The guardianship. They were so determined to guard you that all the boys in the school were now afraid to get even remotely close to you, hesitant that these two would intervene.

If anything happened that you needed them, every single person in the team would be more than happy to help you, you knew you could trust them, but these two could sometimes overdo it. "I know Tanaka-san, thank you for that."

"Nobody messes with our manager." He answered, unusually serious.

***

The training camp was here, which meant Karasuno facing Aoba Josai at last. 

Which also meant you were going to sleep, eat, and stay under the same roof as Oikawa Tooru. 

That thought gave you chills, felt like some forbidden thought that shouldn't even cross your mind, but it did. Frequently, at that. But it wasn't necessarily your fault, was it? He was just too handsome for his good. And so annoying that you just couldn't seem to take him off your mind. 

Yes, that had to be the reason why you couldn't stop thinking about him, and your insides turned upside down when you saw him because he was too annoying. 

You sighed, feeling pathetic since you were literally lying to yourself, and didn't notice Kageyama walking right next to you. You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his eyes on you, grinning in response but not getting a smile back.

"Hey, don't look so moody!" You told Kageyama as you poked his cheek, earning a glare from the boy. "Oh, come on, don't look at me like that! Have a little fun." You poked his cheek again, causing him to catch your wrist and pull it upwards, making you lose your balance and stumble towards him. "Yeah," he muttered as his eyes narrowed and his face didn't lose its emotionless state, "this is fun."

You rolled your eyes but laughed, trying to free your wrist from his hold, both not aware of the cynical brown eyes wandering over you. "Oh, if it isn't the little manager and the cruel king." A voice called out, causing you to jump in surprise, though Kageyama didn't even flinch. "Just the people I wanted to see." Oikawa smiled sarcastically as his eyes gazed on you two, on the hand that still stood on Kageyama's chest to gain balance, on your hand that was holding your wrist and pulling you towards him. Eyes narrowing, his lips turned upwards down, though his face didn't lose its cynical expression.

"Oh, I couldn't be happier." You muttered, causing Kageyama to snicker. "Yours is a sharp tongue, isn't it?" He told you, a dry laugh.

You were going to answer, if not for the two boys that employed themselves as your guardians wouldn't have jumped in front of you. "You!" Nishinoya screamed, "get away from our manager." 

You saw Oikawa rolling his eyes but couldn't say anything back since Tanaka was asking you if you were okay as they led you to the gym like bodyguards guarding a celebrity against paparazzi.

***

"What the fuck are you doing?" Iwaizumi came after him as Oikawa entered the gym.

"What?!" Oikawa said roughly, though, realizing how out of character he was, he smiled instantly. "Iwa-chan! Didn't know you were here."

Oikawa sighed when Iwaizumi stood quiet, staring at the cocky boy until he dropped the act. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." He answered. "That girl, the manager. I know you're flirting with her."

"I'm not!" Oikawa protested.

"You are. What are you trying to do? Get one more conquest on your list? If you're just trying to get her to fall for you to get revenge from Kageyama or Karasuno, or both, that would be shitty, Oikawa. You're shitty, but even you're not that shitty."

"It's not- it's not trying to get back at them or something." He quietly admitted.

"Then what is it?"

Yeah, what was it? Why did he get angry every time he saw you with that stupid Kageyama? Oikawa was better than Kageyama in every possible way. He was better looking, proved himself to be a better setter in the last game, funnier, confident, good with girls, flirty- he was just much better than that stupid king.

Then why did you stay by his side, and not Oikawa, the better one's side?

Why did you tense up every time you saw him? Felt like you had to attack him? Anytime he said something about your team, why did you defend them? Why didn't you realize he was better than Kageyama?

"I don't know." 

"You don't know?" Now, that was new. Iwaizumi didn't think he would live long enough to see Oikawa say those words to him.

"I don't," Oikawa smirked. "And that's what makes it interesting."

***

You were watching the training match between Nekoma and Aoba Jousai, a little sad that your team didn't get the chance to play with them today, too. Still, a spike from Kuroo himself had you cheering at the top of your lungs, gaining a cheeky grin from him. 

You saw Oikawa's eyes dart your way as you cheered, a small scowl appearing on his face. You couldn't look away, the golden-brown eyes making it impossible to do so. Only when you heard a whistle coming from the game next to you were you able to shake yourself and stop staring. 

"We won, we won Y/N-chan!" Hinata shouted, making his way next to you along with Kageyama on his side. "We were like hiyaa- and Kageyama did gvaa, then I jumped, and it was like kyooo!" 

Despite being breathless, Hinata still had the energy to show you every move he did, unlike Kageyama, who looked so tired that you worried he might pass out. 

"Hey, you okay?" You asked him as you got under his arm, supporting him as you walked to the bench. "Yeah, just tired." He wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, making you wince. "Ah, you stink." You muttered, turning your face the other way as you shoved the towel you were holding to his face. "And dripping sweat. You're going to get sick."

"I honestly don't have the energy to even dry my face to a towel right now." He told you, though you could already from the way he walked. You giggled, pressing the towel to his face for him. "Okay, big baby, I'll help you- but don't get too comfortable, it's just for today."

He grinned.

***

Oikawa frowned as you giggled at Kageyama. It was Kageyama, for God's sake, how could he say something even remotely funny? He gritted his teeth when you dabbed the towel to his face, wiping his sweat for him.

Before he could even think about it a second, Oikawa found himself making his way to you, trying to look as confident as he could.

You were still giggling at something, though your smile dropped as soon as you saw the cocky captain coming towards you. He was sweaty, fluffy brown hair now sticking to his handsome face, framing it so nicely that you found yourself holding your breath.

"Hey there, little manager." You gritted your teeth when you heard the nickname he had for you. Well, he probably didn't even know your name, so it was normal, but it didn't make it any less annoying.

"Oikawa-senpai." You muttered, pretending not to notice how his eyes glinted when you called him Senpai. "How can I help you?"

Since you got scolded by both Daichi and Sugawara for losing your calm against a boy two years older than you the last time, you knew you had to stay calm this time.

"I was hoping to see you." He told you, ignoring Kageyama that stod right next to you. He hoped to see you? Why?

"Well, I'm here." You answered, not sure what he was trying to do. Oikawa sighed because you looked a little too uninterested for his ego. "Yn-chan," Your eyes slightly widened when you heard your name dropping from his lips, a weird feeling running down your body. "I was hoping to see you, so I could... apologize."

Interesting.

"Apologize?" You repeated, and he nodded with a dramatically regretful expression on his face.

"Yes, you see, we got on the wrong foot, and I thought I could talk to you about what happened." Your eyes narrowed, not sure what's up with the sudden 180° in his attitude.

"I just wanted to tell you that what I did last time was wrong, and I'm sorry about what I did." His voice so soft and soothing, you could feel your heartbeat picking up. Why did he have to look so damn handsome as he apologized? He ran a hand through his dampened hair, your eyes following his hand you gulped.

"Oh, um, that's nice?" You said, causing his brows to furrow. "Although you shouldn't be apologizing to me, but to Kageyama." He saw the small smile forming on your lips, and you grinned internally. "Yeah, you're right." 

Now that he had even made his way to apologize to you, it was your turn to make a move, there weren't any obstacles for you to fawn over him now, were there?

You had turned your gaze to your phone from Oikawa when it buzzed with a notification -as Oikawa waited for you to confess your undying love or some shit-, thinking that he'll leave after the whole apologizing thing. 

Maybe you were one of those shy ones, he thought. Deciding to be generous, he gave you a little push.

"And?" He told you. "Isn't there anything else you would like to say to me?" You should be grateful I even gave you this much of my time, he thought internally. He didn't do this for everyone.

"What-" your voice trailed off. "What do you even expect me to say?" It wasn't your words that left him speechless, and it was the look of pure confusion on your face. Where was the confession? Why weren't you doing the things he expected you to do?

Oikawa was often right about how things would turn out, both in volleyball or in life, so on these rare occasions, he had no idea what to do.

As you noticed the you're-hurting-my-ego look on his face, you finally understood what was going on. Oh, poor little Oikawa-senpai. He was expecting you to fangirl already, didn't he?

"Oh, come on, Senpai." You told him with a cheeky grin. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?

***

"You really shouldn't be messing like that with him, you know," Sugawara told you, making you sigh. "I know, I know." You told him. "But he's just so full of himself that I can't hold my tongue back!" 

"Don't underestimate him, Y/N. He acts all innocent and stupid, but he's dangerously smart, one of the smartest people I know. Don't fall for it." He warned you but stopped talking when he saw your eyes looking at your phone screen instead of him. 

The notification was from Instagram, a friend request. Your brows furrowed, and you unlocked your phone, gasping when you read the name that stood there. 

Oikawa Tooru.

The Oikawa Tooru had sent you a friend request. You had to be dreaming, but you accepted it and sent him a request back nevertheless. You thought that would have been the end of it, but it was only seconds after when your phone buzzed, his name on your screen once again. 

"Hey, little manager." 

Your breath hitched in your chest, and you hesitated as you opened the text. Should you text back? You were debating whether you should text back or not when you heard Sugawara fake a cough.

"I gotta go now, we have some free time, and I think I'm going to use it to practice a little." You nodded with a smile that mimicked his since you were never able not to smile when Sugawara looked at you with his signature grin. "Okay, I'll be cheering for you."

"Yeah, just don't cheer for anyone from Aoba Jousai, right?" He winked, walking away before you even got the chance to wash the shock off. 

Your eyes instinctively wandered around the court before you even knew who you were looking for, and you found yourself feeling giddy inside when you found Oikawa right across the court, sitting on the bench and looking at you with a cocky smile.

***

"Slow down a little, guys, you'll choke if you eat like that." You told Hinata and Kageyama, though they seemed too focused on their food to hear you. You rolled your eyes, placing your now-empty bowl in the sink, not noticing someone coming right after you.

"Ah, it's the little manager." You heard him, his voice a little too close to your ear. He bent over a little to place his bowl in the sink, his face getting dangerously close to you. "The food was amazing, is it because you helped them cook it, too?"

"No." You answered gingerly, eager to leave this conversation before you- found more details about him that amazed you. "Ah, then it should be because of your pretty face I was looking that made it taste better."

You grimaced at his answer. "You're getting cheesier with every second, Oikawa-san." He pouted. "What happened to Oikawa-senpai? It was real cute, you know."

This man was just too-

"Oikawa senpai," you gritted your teeth, and he grinned. "Why are you talking to me?"

He shrugged. "I think I enjoy talking to you. And I was wondering if my apology went through." A step your way, and you could swear you sensed his minty perfume. "It did." You answered as you took a step away from him since his presence alone was fuzzying your thoughts. "Doesn't mean that I'll be instantly head over heels for you, though."

You thought that would've made him angry, irritated, at least, but instead, he grinned as if he was playing a game.

Then, all of a sudden Oikawa's smile dropped, and he sighed. "I wish you could just see I'm not as bad as you think."

"Oh, right. Cause you're just amazing, right?" You mocked him, expecting him to smile and give a cocky answer, but he didn't. He stayed silent, his dark brown eyes boring into yours so sincere, it sent shivers down your spine. "I mean it, I'm not the big bad wolf you think I am. I know I was mean to you and... Kageyama before, but weren't you also? Why am I the bad guy when I even went ahead and apologized, but you are still mocking me?"

You had no answer to that. Because- he was right. Oikawa did apologize to you, but you were still trying to make him angry, and you were the one who said he was too full of himself.

"You're right," you finally admitted after a long pause. "I know." He answered with a grin, and you rolled your eyes, though it wasn't as annoying as it was the past few days.

"Okay, then. Let's make a deal." You told him. "I'm listening." He quirked a brow up, a look of genuine interest on his handsome face. "Let's start over."

"Start over?" He repeated, and you nodded. A few seconds of silence that felt like an eternity passed as you waited for his answer. Maybe this was dumb, and you were just humiliating yourself-

"Okay." He answered, your eyes snapping up to his with the sudden answer. Even though you tried to conceal it, he saw the glint of hope in your eyes.

"Okay." You said back, trying to hold back your smile and failing.

***

You have never in your wildest dreams have thought Oikawa could be so nice. 

Nice to hang around with, talk, and joke with... And that was just straight-up terrifying because that led your heart to have its own consciousness apart from the logical part of your body, a part that hushed your thoughts whenever Oikawagot a little too close to you, a part that scolded you when your eyes searched his figure a little too often, a part that didn't know how to stop you from feeling giddy and smile when he looked back at you, too.

"You're acting weird lately." Sugawara came closer to you in the water break.

"How so?" You asked with a smile. He shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I'll just tell this to you as a senpai," he wasn't smiling as he talked. "Don't go catching feelings to someone you shouldn't."

"Sugawara-senpai," you laughed, shaking your head side to side. "What are you talking about? I'm not catching feelings for anyone!"

"You know, I hate it when you lie. You're really bad at it too." He sighed when he saw how afraid you looked. "Look, it's not my place to tell you what to and not to do, and I have no say in your relationships whatsoever. But he isn't someone you should trust, I told you this before." He smiled, that cute signature smile of his. "Just be careful, all right?"

You nodded, and you knew there was no reason in denying. "Good." His hand ruffled your hair, making you groan in frustration, but before you could go back at him, he turned his back to you, walking to the court.

You looked at Oikawa as he smacked the ball. Combing his dampened hair out of his face by running a finger through them, and wiping his face with the back of his hand. 

His eyes found yours as they always did, and you couldn't hold yourself back from smiling as he sent a cocky smile your way. Though, his smile dropped when Iwaizumi smacked his head harshly, probably scolding him about not listening, which made you giggle. 

You felt your heartbeat picking up, a little too much that it was getting out of hand. So you decided it was best to leave and take some fresh air to just stop yourself from thinking about him.

You don't like Oikawa Tooru, you tell yourself. He's the captain of your enemy team. The rival of your best friend. The Great King. The guy you were so prejudiced, but later saw how much more of a human he was. A boy that looks nothing but a goofy, proud, cocky boy, but instead is someone that worked as much, or maybe even more than your friends. Oikawa Tooru, the perfectionist who sacrificed so much to become who he now is. 

And you admire him.

Before all this, you still did admire him for how he played, but now it was so much more. He was proud, and he was full of himself, but he was also insecure, and he was afraid. Oikawa was mean, but he was kind, and he could smack the ball so hard that it would scare you, but could sometimes be so gentle you couldn't recognize him, acted stupid but was terrifyingly smart. 

And even though you were out here because you were hiding from him, he was standing right across you. "I was a little worried when I couldn't see you inside, staring at me like I'm the most amazing thing."

"I'm not staring at you like you're the most amazing thing!" You protested. "Actually, it's you who's staring at me!" Lies. But instead of calling you out, he smiled. "Maybe you're right. I do look at you quite a lot." He muttered, making your eyes go wide.

"Wh-why are you here, Oikawa-san?!" You managed to choke out, trying to change the subject. 

"Oh," his eyes had a sly glint to it, and you thought maybe you shouldn't have asked him that. "I was just wondering if you could..." Did he look- embarrassed? "If you could dry my face for me? Like you did to Kage- I- I mean, dry my face." He held out the towel in his hands, a -although you hated to admit- cute smile on his face. 

"What? Dry your face? Me? Why can't you do it yourself?"

He frowned at the question. "You hadn't asked him all these questions." He muttered, making you finally realize what was going on. "You want me to do this because you're jealous?" You couldn't help but giggle. An expression of pure shock flashed on his face. "I'm not jealous of that-" He stopped himself and grinned. "Please do it? Pretty please? For your Senpai?"

You groaned. "Will you shut up if I do as you say?"

He grinned. "But of course, m'lady."

"Oh, just shut up."

"Whatever you say m-" You started to wipe his face, choosing to begin from his mouth just so he could shut up, though feeling his soft lips under your touch, you realized it probably was a big mistake. 

He was just as surprised as you, unable to move your fingers, you recognized the odd feeling that was forming in your stomach. 

You took a hitched breath in as you finally gathered the courage to move your hand. You touched Oikawa's face softly, dabbing at his slightly reddened cheeks (it had to be the training, you thought), his temples, his forehead. You repeated this once or twice more, and just as you were about to put your hand back down, you felt a slight pressure on your hand, causing you to pressure his cheek, too. 

It was Oikawa, you realized. 

"Wait, not yet." He told you, his low voice, along with the feeling of his hand on yours sending shivers down your spine. "Don't stop just yet." He closed his eyes, his face leaning in your touch, making you unable to move or think. He just looked so vulnerable-

You had no idea what the hell was going on, but before you could even ask him that, he opened his eyes, a sly glint in his eyes, and a mocking smile on his lips. He was teasing you, wasn't he?

You rolled your eyes, pulling your hand back, freeing yourself from his touch. "Y/N-chan," he pouted. "I was comfortable!"

"Well, I wasn't." You answered, you both knowing very well that was a lie. "You looked pretty comfortable, though."

You sighed. "Oikawa, just shut up, will you? Isn't your break already over?"

He would've given a mocking answer if he didn't notice Iwaizumi running towards him, ready to pull him back to training. He pouted. "You're right. I'll text you, though!" He beamed as he ran into the building.

"Feel free not to!" You answered back, trying to hold back the grin that was forming on your lips.

***

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, waking you up from your nap. You groaned and was turning your phone upside down when you realized the text was from Oikawa.

You immediately felt your sleep vanishing as you unlocked your phone, the brightness making you wince.

"Meet me under the big tree,

Bring some milk bread too, pretty lady."

You grinned and was about to text him back when your phone buzzed with a notification once again.

"It took me like... 10 minutes to come up with that, and Iwa-chan punched me 😔 will you kiss it better?

Btw, I couldn't rhyme midnight with anything but don't be late pls"

You couldn't stop smiling as you sent a meme as an answer, unreasonably afraid of giving him a verbal response. 

You locked your phone once again when you didn't get a response, not even aware that you were grinning like an idiot.

***

Just as you promised, you went under the big tree that was behind the building, concealing you from the eyes of your teammates. You were right on time, waiting for him, though he hadn't arrived yet, giving you time to consider if running away and telling him you never came was the right thing to do.

What even was this? Meeting under the tree at night, like some cheap cliché out of a cheesy novel, was just the thing Oikawa would do, you had to admit, but you weren't sure if it was for teasing purposes or something more.

It was normal, you told yourself, nothing special, no need to get your hopes up. But you knew you couldn't keep telling yourself and believe it when he looked at you the way he did when you laughed, when your eyes met his from the other side of the court, when he smacked the ball and scored a point, looking your way to see if you had seen it too.

You didn't know what that look was, or what it meant, but you were smart enough to know that it wasn't anything that would happen between you and Sugawara, or Nishinoya, or any one of your friends, for that matter. It was something that hitched your breath whenever you looked in his pretty brown eyes, the ones that seemed to be always glinting with mockery. 

"Did you bring it?" You heard a whisper along with footsteps, though you knew it couldn't be anyone but him whose voice sent shivers down your spine like this.

"Yes, Oikawa-san, I brought it." You rolled your eyes like you were annoyed, a way of hiding the excitement that was in your eyes whenever he was around you. He sat right next to you, leaning on the big tree, his body so close to yours that your shoulders and legs touched with every move. He smelled so nice, the woody smile coming from him mixing with the smell of night, the grass and the trees, his hair tickling your face whenever the wind blew. 

He licked his lips when you took what he was asking for out of the basket, your eyes following and mimicking the motion subconsciously. "This is my favorite thing in the world." He groaned as he took a big bite out of the milk-bread in his hands. You saw a glint in his eyes, and he cracked a smile. "Except for you, of course."

"Very funny." You answered with a mocking tone, though you thought it was merciless of him to tease you so. You tensed when you felt his head slowly dropping on your shoulder, his soft hair now in your face, making you grimace. "You just never let me make a move." He sighed, "It kinda started to hurt my ego."

"Maybe I would've if you weren't such a tease." You felt his eyes on you, though you chose not to look at them since you were afraid of what you could see in them.

"Did you like my poem, though? You didn't comment on that today, really broke me since I poured my heart in every word." He pouted, and you wanted to kick yourself to prevent your mind from thinking how cute he looked just then.

"It's not that I didn't comment, but couldn't." You told him. "It was so good that I didn't know what to say."

"Ah, if that's so, there's a lot more if you want me to, you know." He grinned smugly and opened his mouth. "Oh, no need, really, I think that was enough." You told him with a mocking horror.

"The night so chilly, and it's a bit windy. Though it's not a problem since I got you with me." You couldn't help but giggle as he said those lines so seriously, though you knew he wasn't from the smallest thug on his lips.

"I have no words for how great that was." You told him, your hand on your heart with an exaggerated expression. "I don't know if this a blessing or a curse." He replied with a pout, and you laughed.

As he watched you laugh, your arms shaking ever so slightly, he felt the odd feeling in his chest that he had experienced this past week quite a lot. "I'm sleepy, Y/N- chan." He told you suddenly, and you could feel him shuffling in his place to be a bit more comfortable.

"You were the one who called me out here at this hour. And you've been practicing all day, you really shouldn't be skipping sleep."

"It's totally worth staying awake, though." His voice now a low whisper, you felt goosebumps but weren't sure if it was because of him or the chilly night.

"You won't be saying that tomorrow, though." You told him with a small giggle. You could feel him looking at you, and your heartbeat fastened uncontrollably.

"Well then, I have no other choice but to sleep here, then."

"Wha- what are you doing, Oikawa-san?" You stuttered as you felt his head sliding down, resting on your shoulder.

"I'm sleeping. You're the one who told me I shouldn't skip sleep, aren't you?" He grinned slyly, your shoulder oddly comfortable.

You shifted in your place a bit too, afraid that he'll pull his head back and go back to his room, and you scooted a bit closer to him to make him comfortable. Because of the size difference between you, his head was in an odd position that would probably cause his neck to ache tomorrow, so trying to make it a bit better, your hand went to his head to push it back the slightest, though the moment your hand touched his soft hair, you heard him sigh.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to-" you pulled your hand back, only for him to grab your hand and put it back on his hair.

"No, it's okay- I mean... it's... nice."

"My hand is nice?" You repeated, not able to understand what he meant.

"No... the feeling... the feeling of your hand in my hair is nice." A meek whisper that you probably wouldn't be able to hear if you weren't listening so close went out his lips.

He sounded like a little boy, making you grin unconsciously. "Can you?" He muttered, not even a question. "S-sure." You could feel your cheeks burning, and you could swear you felt his cheeks burning, too.

As you ran your fingers through his soft tresses, you could hear him sighing contently, his breaths getting slower and deeper with every stroke. 

His face nuzzling to the crook of your neck, you could swear you felt his lips touching your neck slightly. "Oikawa-san," you muttered, shuffling a bit away from him, only for him to close the gap again, maybe getting even closer to you each time. "Stop doing that." He told you when you tried to get away from him again, this time, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and not letting you shuffle away.

It's not that you actually wanted to get away from him, you wanted this moment to last forever, but you were also aware that this probably meant nothing to him, whereas it meant too much to you.

"You need to let me go." You told him when you couldn't pull yourself free from his grip. 

"I can't let you go." He answered, and you got the feeling that he wasn't talking about this. "I've tried, you know. To let you go, I mean. But you're just everywhere I look, even when you're nowhere to be seen, you're always on my mind." He told you, your hand in his hair freezing with his words. 

Not knowing what to say to that, you gave yourself a few seconds to think. "Wow," you finally muttered. "That was pretty cheesy."

He stayed quiet for a second and then snickered. "And that was the worst reaction I have ever gotten to a confession." His hand on your waist loosened, letting you pull back. His head lifted off your shoulders, now looking in your eyes, you shuddered. "Wh-what confession?" You asked, your question making him groan. 

"Oh my god, Y/N, I'm trying to tell you I like you!" He finally told you when you looked at him blankly. 

He what? 

"Do you feel the same?" He asked when you stayed quiet. Did you feel the same? Of course, you did, or why else would you be here? You nodded slightly, an audible sigh of relief coming from his way. 

"Then can I... can I kiss yo-"

You kissed him first.

Epilogue:

"C'mon, Y/N-chan, just one kiss, for luck!" He pressed on, making you roll your eyes. "Look, I'm not even asking you to wear my jersey, I respect you wanting to hide this for a bit more." 

"Don't you try to fool me, I know you're just saying this because you're afraid of Iwaizumi-san!" 

"Am not!" He pouted like a child, crossing his arms. You took a deep breath, not even aware of your boyfriend getting closer to you inch by inch. 

"Come on, love, don't be a tease and kiss me already." His voice deep and serious, not giving you the option to refuse. Your eyes widened at the sudden change of attitude, though, you should have gotten used to it by now.

You did as he said, leaning into him and closed the distance between you, touching your lips to his soft ones. Kissing him always gave you goosebumps, in an oddly good way. Resisting the urge to push your hands between his hair and pulling him deeper into you, you pulled back. "There," you told him, trying to hide how out of breath you were just from that 2-second kiss, "happy now?" 

"Sugawara-senpai!" You exclaimed, frantically searching for a way to save your ass. He saw the look on your face, a dark expression finding its way on his. "Nuh-uh, don't you try to lie to me." He told you.

"Very." He answered with a smug grin, making you blush and roll your eyes at the same time. He exited the room, and not long after, you followed him, not expecting Sugawara to be there, waiting for you to come out. "Oh well, look what we have here." He told you with a smug look that contrasted with his cute face. 

Nishinoya.

"Now, since your boyfriend, Oikawa here is playing a match against us, it's only fair if you kiss us too, for, you know, luck." You knew he was joking, so you rolled your eyes, ready to enter the court to see if your team had started to get ready for the match, eyes widening with fear when you saw the little boy staring back at you with as wide eyes. 

"HE WHAT?!" He screamed, his voice thundering in the hallway.

"Oh shit." You muttered to yourself.

Don’t be late.

Warnings: Cursing, 4.5 k words, fluff in general, Bakugou being a dumbass, reader is always late.

a/n: I genuinely had fun writing this fic and I hope you guys have fun reading it!

Synopsis: you're a student at the support section and since Bakugou literally drove everyone else insane, you were the last person that would help him with his costume. Little did he know that you had a crush on this sparky sparky boom man.

Everybody in the support section just hated that one guy. That guy named Bakugou who would practically harass people until he got what he wanted. Well, okay, almost everyone who knew Bakugou hated him but people in the support section hated him in a whole new level.

He was a nightmare. Nobody could even stand him.

Well, nobody except for you. You thought of him as intriguing, as well as a pain in the ass. But even him being a pain in the ass could be justified in your eyes, you knew he was doing all this simply because he was a perfectionist. Of course he could tone it down a bit, but... That would.be very out of character, wouldn't it?

He thought of himself as the best and it shouldn't be a surprise, for him to want to have a hero costume that was also perfect. You could understand that, but it still didn't change the fact that he was the worst kind of customer anyone would ever have to work with.

He had never worked with you though, he was in class 1/A for gods sake, of course he didn't work with you... Well, that until he ran out of people that would help him willingly.

"You know what? I'm done. Go fuck yourself." Were the words that echoed in the room, suppressing even those deafening machine sounds. Your friend threw Bakugou's costume in his face harshly, still cursing under his breath.

"Tch, whatever! You're just some extra that can't even do what I asked for." You watched Bakugou as his upper lip curled threateningly, reminding you of a wolf, and boy did he look pissed. Like, really pissed. His crimson eyes glaring at the guy in front of him, who was packing his supplies and trying to get away from this angry dude as soon as possible.

"That's the thing, Bakugou! What you want doesn't exist! I don't have these miraculous powers that when I snap my fingers your costume just turns into something else. You have to give me details of what you're asking and you have to ask something that makes sense! Not just some dumb idea that popped into your mind!" Everybody knew that was a lie. Bakugou always had the most amazing ideas, so creative and so... Logical. It's just that they were too... Much. To much to execute, they were brilliant but not doable.

"First of all, it does make sense, it's you who can't understand! Second of-"

"Whatever, Bakugou. I'm done with this shit. Go find someone else to help you with your costume."

"Who the fuck are you to not let me fucking talk? I will fucking kill you-"

"That's enough Bakugou." A monotone voice that came from the door made Bakugou freeze. You knew this black haired guy, he was the Eraserhead! You saw him around the campus but never from up this close!

Bakugou looked at his teacher, never losing that wolfish expression on his face, and he exited the room without saying anything, which was a first for everyone in this room. Eraserhead also exited, looking like he was about to go in a coma.

The room was still silent, until it wasn't.

"Oh my God, what a fucking jerk."

"I can't even believe how you managed to put up with him that long."

"He's not even that good."

Lie. That was a big fat lie because Bakugou may not be a lot of things but he was that good. Still, you chose to stay silent, your eyes still glued to the door he just exited from.

He amazed you, really. You noticed him the first time he came to the support section, his aura screaming confidence. He started to come there frequently, making everyone else go crazy, but you just kept noticing small details about him every time he came there. He was an asshole, no one could deny that, but he was also amazing.

It was amazing how determined he was, even though it was a pain, his perfectionism also left you in awe, how smart he was, how confident he was, how strong he was...

You realized your big crush on him the day you saw him on that sport festival. The other people thought it was so unheroic of him to go that hard on Uraraka, which was so stupid. Didn't she also want to be a hero? Wasn't she going to the same school as him, going through the same trainings? It was only normal for him to beat her, because if he didn't, she would have beaten him. Would people tell her it was so rude of her to go that hard on him too? No, you thought he was astonishing to act the way he did.

Him being so proud, not accepting the first rank made your heart beat faster. He was just so strong, so proud, so vulnerable it made you want to hug him tightly and tell him that he was your hero.

Not that you would ever have the chance though, or so you thought.

He came back not even after a few days, making everyone groan in frustration. He went straight to the table that displayed the recent projects that were done. The table existed to give an idea of what anyone could do so they could choose along shit what they had in mind. So that meant, who's item he chose would have to work with him. All of you eyed him, waiting to see who was the very unlucky person.

He picked one invention of the table, looking somewhat intrigued, and looked around the room trying to guess who it belonged to. When he couldn't guess he went to the nearest person and shoved the invention in their face. "Who does this belong to?!"

The person he was holding eyed the object he was holding suspiciously, relief written on his face when he saw it didn't belong to him. "I think that's Y/N's."

You could hear the sighs of relief around the room. So did he, but he didn't seem to care. Instead he walked towards you, he was so close you could smell-

Why on earth did he smell like... Caramel?!

"Is this yours?" You felt the tingling sensation of excitement all over your body, giving you goosebumps. "It is." You answered, which made him narrow his eyes, looking at you suspiciously.

"Is it really yours? You did this?" Now that was straight up rude. "Yes, it's really mine, asshole. What kind of a question even is that?!"

He shrugged shit a smug grin on his face. His eyes wandered over you, looking at your (e/c) eyes, your face, your figure, and his grin grew wider.

"I haven't seen you around here before." Ah, the angry boy was back. His upper lip curled ever so slightly, looking at you like you were some lowly human. "Oh yeah? Well I have seen you quite a lot here. You know, while you were making everyone else go crazy."

Your answer turned his face red with anger but -a miracle- he was holding back! You could see it was really hard for him not to scream insults in your face but he was aware that you were his last chance. Oh didn't that just boost your ego. Now it was your turn to look at him with a smug grin on your face.

"Whatever." He mumbled pulling you to the nearest table. "What are you-" Before he even let you finish he shushed you and lay down the papers he was holding on the table. You looked at what's on the paper, it was a costume drawing, a really detailed one at that. As you got closer to the paper, inspecting it, he was watching your every move with narrowed eyes.

After you memorised everything on the paper you bir your lip, trying to hide your admiration. "Did you draw this? Are these all... Your ideas?"

The drawing wasn't amazing but it was neat, everything was calculated to the very core, the ideas were so clear on the paper, making you feel like you only had to follow these instructions and do nothing else. "Yes, of course I drew them! Everything you see there is mine." He said angrily but you could see he wasn't actually angry, just proud.

"Well, they're pretty good, if I'm going to be honest." You said trying to hide your excitement. You traced the drawing with your finger.

"I know they are. But can you do it?" His smug grin was back and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. Could you do it?

You smiled sweetly and surely enough he smiled back, already knowing your answer.

"Nope."

His smile dropped, leaving it's place to a furious look in his eyes. "You dumbass, then why the fuck are you wasting my fucking time?!" He screamed, people around you shot you a knowing look. He pulled the paper of the table harshly, about to leave when you held his wrist and made him stop.

"Can you stop for a fucking minute and listen?" His eyes widened when he heard you cursing, a big contrast to your sweet tone and face. "I can't do this, but neither can anyone else."

"What the fuck does that mean?" He screamed making you winch. "Can you just- shut up for a second? This is not possible, get that in your bigass head. But-" you stopped thinking for a second. You shuffled around the drawers in search of a pen. "But, I can do this instead. This would be much more possible, and it would give you what you were aiming for. Of course it wouldn't be the same but the end product will be helpful."

You said quickly sketching your idea on the paper, as quick as possible before you forget what you were thinking about.

When he saw what you drew his burrows furrowed and for a second you thought he was mad at you but instead he huffed. "Tch, not bad I guess." He said, but internally he was so impressed that you actually came up with this alternative in a few seconds of so.

"Wait, does that mean you'll work with me?" You said eyes open wide. Well the question was more as, would you work with him, but he didn't say that. "If you can do it, I will."

"That's amazing, now I finally have a worthy client!" You said excitedly and on of his burrows went up, sending you an questioning look. "Worthy of... You?"

You shot him a killing glare but stayed quiet. "Let's work on this idea a little more, what do you say?"

He shrugged. "It's too noisy in here. Lets go to the library." He said ready to pull you out of the room but you shot a glance at your phone, pouting. "Can't, I gotta finish this side project today. Meet me at the library tomorrow? How is 4pm?"

He wasn't really happy since you couldn't work on it immediately but he had to be a little nice to you, not just because you were the last person that would actually help him, but your idea was also pretty good. "Tch, whatever. Don't be late."

You smiled sweetly, making his heart beat a little faster. Why did his heart beat this fast? Was this your quirk or something?

"Bye Bakugou." You waved as you started to sketch something on a sheet of paper.

***

Bakugou was sitting in the library, shooting angry glances at the clock. When he saw you coming towards him with a big smile on your face, your hands full of papers, books and stuff, he felt his heart jump. This had to be your quirk.

"Hey! So I worked on this idea we talked about yesterday and-" Before you even sat next to him you started to talk without even stopping to breath. "You're late." He murmured with and angry look in his eyes, you looked at your watch and smiled apologetically. "Oops, sorry, I was with Shinsou about- well that's not important is it? It's 5 minutes anyway."

Bakugou had always been an angry individual but today he could practically feel his explosions itching for him to release them. You saw the look in his eyes and laughed, "Hey, chill out. I'm sorry, alright? I'll make it up to you with a coffee, how does that sound?"

Bakugou didn't even like coffee but he couldn't refuse this offer either. "If you get there in time."

You laughed once again, a sweet sound that made Bakugou feel proud, even though he didn't even know why he was proud. "Yes, yes, I'll be there on time. But let's discuss this now." You lay the papers down, showing a few new sketches.

You both worked on it for a long time, even though it felt like a few minutes at most. You sometimes felt his gaze on you, instead of the paper in front of you, which made your cheeks flush red.

"So um-" you said, not really sure what to even say. "This was nice."

He had never heard anyone from the support section say that working with him was nice, but he still took the compliment. "Meet me at the coffee place tomorrow? Since it's weekend we can meet a little earlier too."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. It was weird having someone who actually wanted to work with him and it felt odd. A good type of odd, if he had to confess.

"Don't be late." He said.

You laughed. "I won't."

***

You were late.

Bakugou was about to go crazy waiting at the coffee shop. He felt so stupid for waiting for you but felt even worse for not being able to leave. His mind kept making you excuses, every time the door opened he felt his heart jump and that made him so angry at himself.

He was about to leave when the door opened once again, this time it was actually you entering. His eyes widened when he saw you, you looked incredibly pretty without any dust smeared on your face, your (h/c) hair in a cute style that enhanced your beautiful face and was that... Make up? He wasn't sure, hell, he never even realized any of these things before. But he couldn't take his eyes off of you and felt his anger die inside him.

You saw him and your eyes shined in a way that made him want to smile too, a cute smile was on your face when you came to his table.

"You're late!"

"That can't be I'm actually-" you checked the time and pouted. "Oh, I'm late."

His eyebrows furrowed, so he wasn't even important enough for you to actually show up on time? He was about to say something mean but held his tongue when you giggled. "I actually left the dorm an hour early to be here before you..." You shrugged. "Apparently I'm incapable of actually arriving anywhere at the time we agreed on. I hear this all the time, I just can't get anywhere on time!"

He felt a little better knowing it wasn't only him, but still. He was Bakugou Katsuki for Gods sake! He wasn't just someone, he was the future number one hero. Still, he couldn't help but feel good knowing you intended to be here early.

"Whatever." He said not looking at you. "No, I'm actually sorry!" You said biting your lip.

"It's whatever. Let's just get some coffee and get this shit done with." You felt a sharp pain in your chest, he wasn't wrong, but it felt bad hearing that from your crush. You should have known he wasn't actually interested in you, he wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't his last chance.

You still didn't let that spoil your mood, at the very end you were here, drinking coffee with him, weren't you?

"Well, what would you like to drink?" You asked, taking your wallet out of your handbag. His eyes shined with anger when he saw what you were doing.

"Like hell I'll let you pay for it!" He said, stopping you.

"But this is for making you wait yesterday!" Feeling his hand holding you made your heart jump. "And well... Today too." You added.

"I don't care, I said I won't let you pay, and I won't."

"But-"

"Stop arguing for fucks sake!" You closed your mouth at that. "O-okay. Well I'll have (your favorite beverage)." You saw him smile at your answer and stood up.

You were trying to calm yourself while he was buying you coffee, didn't even realize someone was calling your name. "Y/N!"

A hand touched your shoulder, making you jump in surprise. It was a certain indigo haired boy who looked very much sleep deprived. "Oh, Shinsou!" You smiled sweetly. You have helped him a lot before, which ended with you guys being close friends.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, even though it was a stupid question, he was addicted to coffee. "Well, duh." He said, shaking the carton of coffee on his hand. You smiled at that. "But what are you doing here?" He looked around to see anyone familiar that you could be waiting for. He saw Bakugou ordering coffee, but it was such an impossible thing for both of you to be together so he didn't even think about it.

"Well I uh..." You didn't even have time to answer when an angry boy came close to your table. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Shinsou's eyes widened ever so slightly looking at the angry boy, and then back at you. "You're here with him?"

"You got a problem with that?" Bakugou asked, taking his seat right across you.

"Well, we're working on his costume." You said sensing the tension.

Bakugou scoffed, apparently not happy with your answer. "Well, okay. I'll see you around?" Said Shinsou, you could understand why he was walking away, since his motto was stay out of drama. "Yeah, sure!" You smiled sweetly, feeling a little bad because you felt like you were dusting him away.

"Are we gonna start working or not?!" You flinched when you heard him scream, a sinking feeling reminding you once again, he wanted nothing to do with you other than working on his costume.

"Sorry." You mumbled. "So I um, worked on this a little more after you left and I think it would be much better if we changed this to this. Because otherwise it would be too heavy."

Bakugou scoffed. "Hah, I can handle heavy." You glanced at him, surprised by his unnecessary narcissism. "Yeah, I know. But still, wouldn't it be better if it were lighter?" He stayed still for a while then shrugged.

"Tch, whatever." Oh, you were starting to see a pattern here. Maybe it wasn't just unnecessary narcissism, but more like... Trying to impress you?

"Are you training today too?" You asked, just testing the waters. "Of course I am! If I'm going to be the number 1 hero, I gotta train every fucking day."

You tapped your chin with your finger. "That's true. Although I've seen you train before and it looked pretty intense." And that was true. He was training so hard it made you shudder just thinking about it.

"Oh, you were watching me?" Oh, shit. You tried to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks. "Well I wasn't watching you specifically, but it was so... Extra so I may have looked your way once or twice." You tried to cover. But the smug grin on his face told you he didn't believe it a bit.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say."

"So, what do you think? Should I change this part? Oh and I thought it would be better if we did this too-" You stopped talking when you felt his eyes lingering on you, instead of the paper. "Bakugou?" You said smiling. "Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm not staring at you!" He shouted, your smile dropping almost instantly. "Why the fuck would I even stare at you?!" His hands were tight fists on the table, his red eyes reminding you of flames. Your eyes widened at his response and you forced a laugh.

"Well, ouch." You said with the same forceful laugh. "I- I wasn't implying anything, you know..." You mumbled.

"I- I..." This was the first time you have seen Bakugou in a loss of words. You shrugged. "Yeah, I know, you want to get this over with as soon as possible."

That was far from what he wanted to say but he accepted it nonetheless.

You both worked on it for hours, once again the time passed quickly, felt like it was a blink of an eye. "That was intense." You said while stretching a bit.

"Well, that was it. We finished the whole design and idea process and I'll take it from here."

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean by I'll take it from here?"

You shrugged. "I just have to actually do this now, so we don't really have to meet like this." Why did Bakugou feel that sting in his chest? For Gods sake, what the fuck was your quirk?

"Y/N." He said that made you stop stretching. Hearing your name from him made your heart beat faster. "What the hell is your quirk?"

"My quirk?" You asked, a little surprised at the sudden question.

"Yes!"

"Well it's not a big quirk. I can manipulate shadows." You shrugged. Your quirk had never came off as handy but it was fun to change the shapes of people's shadows and seeing their reactions.

Bakugou desperately tried to find a relation with your quirk and this weird sensation he felt every time you smiled but he couldn't find any.

"That's a dumb quirk." He said instead. You giggled, surprising him. "It is, but I don't really need a quirk to be special, I can work without it just fine."

His brow quirked up at your response. "If you say so."

***

Everyday for the next week, Bakugou had visited you in your workspace. "I want to see if you're doing a good fucking job." He said when you asked him why.

He stayed with you as long as he could, telling you about his day, about those damn extras in his class, with the exception of "Deku." He was talking about Deku like he wasn't even a part of the class. You knew he was talking about Izuku Midoriya, that green haired shy guy who broke a limb every time he used his quirk. Oh, Bakugou talked about him a lot, with great hatred too.

But even though he was just rambling, you loved to listen to him. And even though he never even implied it, you knew he liked watching you work too. It was probably because he was interested in how his costume was coming up but you still enjoyed it very much.

But the truth was that he had almost completely forgotten about his costume. He was coming to see you every day, every chance because you... You just understood him. But Bakugou was so foreign to these feelings, it made him feel scared and vulnerable.

You weren't aware of any of this, of the internal crisis he was having, so you were surprised when he suddenly stopped showing up.

You couldn't really work too, since your eyes were practically glued to the door, waiting to see a glimpse of the spiky blonde hair, but you never did.

The day you were done with the costume, you texted him. You tried to look as good as you could, cleaned the dust off of your face and your uniform, wore your best perfume only to see someone else who came instead of him to pick the costume up.

It was Kirishima, you had chatted with him before, he was a pretty cute guy, and you knew from your daily chats from Bakugou he liked him too. So just seeing him reminded you of Bakugou which made your mood even worse.

"Is... Is Bakugou okay?" You asked.

You saw the uncomfortable look on his face and you knew Bakugou was avoiding you. "He- he- he is okay... He's just-" You sighed but smiled nonetheless. "It's okay, I understand." His eyes widened. "You do?!"

You shrugged. "He's done with me, I see that. I had the same treatment from some other students too, although it's not very nice, is it? Still, say hi to him for me please."

"It's- it's not like that, he's just-" Kirishima looked a little embarrassed but mostly panicked and you couldn't help but giggle. "It's okay, I'm just happy I could help him."

When Kirishima went back to the dorms, only to find Bakugou on the couch looking at his phone, he was pissed.

"Dude you must be the dumbest person alive."

"Who the fuck are you calling dumb, shitty hair?!" Bakugou jumped from the couch, about to end Kirishima once and for all but Kirishima wasn't having it. "You! I'm calling you dumb! I took your costume from YN, the girl you have been avoiding like the plague, and I was embarrassed for you!"

Kirishima saw Bakugou stiffening as he mentioned your name and smiled knowingly. "Bakugou, if you don't go there and talk to her I will kick your ass."

"You can't kick my ass, idiot." Bakugou answered gruffly.

"Oh but I can. Go fucking talk to her dude! She asked about you, you know? What you're doing is so fucking unmanly." Kirishima gave Bakugou the costume he was holding and Bakugou could swear he could smell your scent on it.

"You call me unmanly one more fucking time and you won't have a tongue to call anyone unmanly. I am the definition of manly."

"Not with that attitude you're not."

"Who the fuck are you, my mother or something?" But Bakugou knew Kirishima was telling the truth, and he just couldn't get rid of this stupid feeling in his chest. Yet, he had thought that if he just stopped seeing you, he would never feel this way ever again. He was wrong. Oh, he had thought of you almost every second of the day, his heart feeling heavier with every second he didn't see you and it was more than he could bear.

He knew what he had to do, he just didn't have the courage before.

"I think- I have to go." He said practically running to the door. He passed the now entering Kaminari with such force and speed, Kaminari almost lost his balance. "Woah, where the fuck is he going?" He asked looking at the grinning Kirishima.

"You'll see." Was his answer.

***

You were about to leave the workshop, later than usual but you didn't really mind working a little longer, anything that would take your kind off of him, you accepted gratefully.

All of that until you heard his voice.

"YN!"

You jumped not expecting this at all. Your eyes widened when you saw the face you had longed to see for almost a week, and there he was, cheeks flushed like he had ran all the way here.

And you knew why he was here. You weren't stupid, the look in his eyes just gave it away. So a smile found its way on your lips, the sweetest smile he had ever seen that made him feel like he could die right than and there.

"Bakugou!" You said, walking towards him. "You're late."

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Aaaaah you're so nice! Thank you so much 🤧❤ I don't have a tag list, since I literally learned what it is like a few minutes ago heheh, but I'll try to do one and of course I'll add you. Thank you for reading my work too 😖

Heey! I like your blog a lot and was wondering if you could do a scenario if not headcannons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Todoroki going to paintball or laser tag? Thanks 🌟

I only wrote Todoroki, sorry! But I have this Bakugou fic I’m writing right now so I kinda only had time for one, and I always wanted to try writing Todoroki! So... Enjoy?

Warnings: Angst but not really and it’s a good ending, don't you worry, Todoroki being a total dumbass, Bakugou being the perfect man he is, one or two swearing, I tried to make this one short so its 3k lol 

***

Heterochromatic eyes looked at the tickets in his hand full of confusion. "What are these?" His gaze went up and found your eyes, the eyes that were staring at him with glee, and some other emotions he couldn't quite name.

Though he couldn't decipher these emotions, literally everyone else could. Everyone in class 1/A was aware of your crush on Todoroki Shouto. Well, except for him, of course. That's why Mina, being the good friend that she is, had decided that she was going to help you. 

You were glad to find out that you were now getting outside help, but as the plans went on and on, without success, you started to feel very awkward and shy about it. Now, you weren't even sure if Todoroki was doing this on purpose, or he was just that... oblivious to emotions. So after many failed attempts, you had decided this was the last idea you were willing to try. 

A genius, though not a very original idea of laser tag, was suggested by Ochako. Although you were suspecting Kaminari had a say in this too since he was begging everyone the past week to play laser tag with him.

You weren't unhappy with the idea though, it could lead somewhere at least. So you were very grateful when Mina convinced Todoroki, though not very subtly, to play laser tag with them. Now it was your move, to ask him to go to a movie with you after laser tag, but looking at his confused stare, you had a feeling you were going to be rejected.

"Who else is coming?" He asked in that monotone voice of his, and you could swear you felt a stab in your heart. Now, you just wanted to run far far away and not tell him you had planned to be alone. "Oh... I thought we could-" 

"We are coming too!" Ochako chimed in, dragging Izuku in the conversation too. "W-we are?" Izuku asked, his cheeks the same color as Kirishima's hair. When he saw Ochako's stare at him, telling him to go along, he stammered. "Oh- O- of course, we are!" 

"Oh, umm..." Todoroki shot a small look at you. "Okay, then." You bit your lip, internally telling yourself not to cry or you'll jump out the first window you see, you forced a smile and ran walked out of the class. You could hear Mina groaning, "Oh my god!" And you could imagine Todoroki looking at her, confused. 

"Wow." You heard a voice from behind. "Never thought Icy- hot was that dumb." 

"Yeah, me neither." You mumbled, relaxing when you realized it was your explosive friend who came after you. "If this" you shook the tickets in your hand to tell him what you meant by this, "doesn't work out either, I need you to stick with me the whole day, so that I won't jump in front of a car because of my humiliation, okay?" He shrugged, but you knew he would always be there when you needed him.

***

Todoroki had no idea what was going on. 

Why were you always there when he looked at literally anywhere? He had noticed you both were always ending up together, was this the universe inferring with his life? Because if that was what this was, he was not happy. 

He didn't like you, not the tiniest bit. He was sure he hated you. Or there wouldn't be any other explanation to this feeling he got when he saw you, or when someone mentioned you, or hell, even if he thought about you! That was also another indicator that he hated you. He thought about you a lot. He didn't like thinking about you, but it seemed he just didn't know how to stop. 

Whenever you were around, he felt very uncomfortable or very self-conscious. Was he sitting in a weird pose? Did he smell bad? Did he comb his hair that morning? Maybe he was talking weird, or he could have buttoned his shirt wrong too. Did his scar look weird- or ugly? Oh, no! Did he close his flyer when he came back from the bathroom?!

Although Todoroki knew he did, in fact, close his flyer, he just thought what if he didn't and panicked. Why did this happen every time you were around? So since he couldn't understand what was going on, he asked someone else, a wise person. 

Izuku Midoriya was a wise person, right? 

So when Todoroki told him, he said he was asking for a friend and he thought this was one hell of an idea, how his friend felt about a certain someone, Midoriya told him that this was very similar to how Kacchan felt about him, too! 

Oh, Todoroki thought, then this must be hate.

Though this was very different from the hate he knew, the one he had for Endeavor, Todoroki wasn't going to doubt Midoriya's words, surely he knew better than him.

So with the realization of a lifetime, he had decided to avoid you at all costs, and he couldn't be more relieved. Though, so much to his relief, this didn't last long. The universe seemed to have a chat with his friends too, since they tried to bring them together every chance they had.

But he knew better, and he knew you weren't happy with how things were going either. He knew that because, although it somehow did hurt to admit, you had the same symptoms as him, and that meant you hated him too.

So when it was time for the laser tag day, he was stressed. A little too stressed for his mental health, too. He didn't know what to wear, whatever he wore felt odd and uncomfortable on him, though he had never once in his life felt this way. He hadn't even thought about clothes, more than five minutes. 

But today, he couldn't seem to decide on anything, his clothes, how he was going to part his hair (the middle shouto, how else?), what perfume he was going to wear, though Todoroki only had one.

He was a mess, and this was all because of you! Whatever he was doing, you were on his mind. He parted his hair from the left and could almost see you laughing at him, wore a turtleneck, and ended with the same dream. 

So after a few hours of internal screams and panic, he was furious with you. How you were able to control him this way from your room, though, was a mystery to him. He went down the stairs, everyone, including you, was waiting for him. It took one look at you to make his heart beat so fast that he felt dizzy. You had your classic ripped jeans and a sweatshirt -wait, did that belong to Bakugou?!- on and even something so basic looked pretty on you.

The long walk to the laser tag place was more than awkward, and everyone could see that. The big group was walking as fast as possible to leave the two behind, but apparently, Todoroki wasn't having it. Because the faster the group walked, Todoroki was walking even faster, and soon it seemed like the whole class was racing. 

So after ten minutes of sprinting -you could hear Bakugou screaming 'hah, I beat you, fucking Deku'- you had thought you could do without walking him to the laser tag place. So in defeated silence, Mina had accompanied you while the guys eyed Todoroki, trying to figure if he was that dumb. Your mood instantly went up when you had arrived at the place. 

Everyone wore their gears, and a war had started the minute you touched the gun. Even if you were planning on telling Todoroki your feelings before, now you only had one thing on your mind, coming in first. You weren't going to let Bakugou beat you once again. 

***

Todoroki was prepared for anything, and he liked that about him. But he was not ready for this.

His gaze wandered over you, he watched as you looked around, panic written all over your face. Your breath pace had picked up and you were so close to him that he could feel your breath on his face.

Not that he was complaining or anything.

Why wasn't he complaining? Didn't he hate you? Why couldn't he take his eyes off of you? It must be because you were his enemy, he thought. He had to watch your every move so he could always be alert, but somehow that didn't feel right. He wanted to watch you, not because he had to.

You gulped when you heard the footsteps getting closer, your eyes watching the silhouette of a certain angry boy. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but Todoroki wondered if you could hear his heartbeat since it was beating way too hard, way too fast.

He wasn't even sure if you were aware of his presence, though right when he was about to lean his body over yours -he couldn't even explain himself why he did that- you stood up, screaming and running towards Bakugou, shooting anything that you saw, and somehow still weren't able to shoot Bakugou.

You had the cutest pout on your face when Bakugou shot you. "Ahhh!" You groaned. "But I had the perfect strategy and everything! Why can't I ever shoot you?" You asked him as he ruffled your hair. "Perfect strategy? Running and screaming while shooting everything blindly?" Todoroki had never seen Bakugou smile, let alone laugh, but he did just that, and knowing it was you who made him laugh felt odd like something was squeezing his heart. 

Todoroki was so focused on the sight in front of him, that he didn't even notice Kaminari walking towards him and shot him. "Hah, a point for Pikachu!" He screamed, which made Todoroki come out of his thoughts. "Oh," Todoroki said, sending a short look your way, feeling embarrassed. Why did you have to do this to him? He had spent many hours in his room that day because of you. Couldn't focus on the game too, and now, he had lost because of you? 

You just had to ruin his day, didn't you? 

He just felt like going back to the dorms now. So he turned to Ochako, telling her he wasn't going to the movies after this. "Oh," she said, looking nervous for some reason, "well, that's a shame. But uhh, could you stick around before going back? I'll be back in a minute." 

Todoroki shrugged, though he just wanted to go back now. 

***

When Ochako told you Todoroki had canceled, you felt your heart breaking. "I don't think I should tell him this today." You said you had a feeling that this wasn't going to work out. "Oh come on Y/N, you're just nervous. Go and tell him!" She said as she pushed you towards his direction. 

Though you could have sworn you saw distaste on Todoroki's face, you went towards him. Ochako was right, you were just nervous and imagining things. "Oh, um, hey Todoroki-kun." You said with a little smile, though he didn't smile back. "Hello." 

"I- I heard you're going back, and I wanted to- to tell you something." Oh my god, you thought, this was going bad. When he stayed silent, you finally said, "Todoroki-kun, I have- I have feelings for you!" You finally stated, feeling relief and nervousness both washing over you. 

"I know." He said finally, making your head snap up, your eyes finding his odd ones. "You- you do?" Bakugou had told you, you were a little too obvious, but you never thought- "And I also have feelings for you." 

"What?" You screamed. "You have feelings for me, too?" Was this actually happening? You were so happy, you hadn't noticed how emotionless his face was, or how stiff his shoulders were. "I never thought you liked me." You smiled, but your smile dropped a little when his eyes narrowed. "Like you? I don't like you, I hate you."

"Wait, what?" You had stopped suddenly, a feeling telling you, you both were talking about different things. "I hate you." Wow, he really didn't have to say that again, did he? "But- But you just told me..." Oh, now you understood what was going on. "I- I..." You stammered, feeling like your world was just falling apart. "I have to go." 

Todoroki didn't understand why you looked so sad. Didn't you just tell him you hated him too? That hurt him too, but he couldn't quite name why you looked so let down like he just slapped you or something. 

"Are you dumb?!" He heard Bakugou screaming as he ran after you. "How can you be so-" Todoroki didn't hear what he could be, cause Bakugou was already out the room. He felt everyone looking at him, and he had never felt worse. Why was everyone looking at him like he was Bakugou? 

***

"He hates me?" You said between your tears. The girls all looked so guilty, feeling so bad since they were the ones that encouraged you. They couldn't even console you, cause how could they console you after those words? 

"This is all my fault," Ochako said, feeling like she was about to cry too. "I was the one who made you do it, though, you told me you didn't want to!" 

"No 'Chako!" You panicked, "You were just trying to do the right thing! And even though this is... well, bad, now I don't have to get my hopes up whenever he looks at me and move on!"

As on cue, you heard a knock on the door. You stood up, thinking it was probably Bakugou, who had left earlier to get your favorite snack. "Thank god you're-" You opened the door to someone other than Bakugou. "Back..." Your eyes widened, you were in your worst form ever, eyes red and swollen, hair a mess, and you probably reeked of Redbull and Doritos. 

"What are you doing here?" You asked, voice as cold as possible. "I- I think we misunderstood each other today, and I have to talk to you." He tried to ignore the deadly glares you friends were sending him. 

"I don't think you left much space for misunderstanding." You mumbled but closed the door behind you nevertheless. "Y/N, I-" He started, but you stopped him. "I'm not doing this in front of other people again, let's go somewhere more private." 

He shook his head and followed you. You had taken him to the roof, a place he didn't often visit but liked a lot. "Okay." You told him finally, feeling grateful for the cold breeze that made you feel slightly better. 

"Today I-" he looked directly in your eyes, "I was very rude, and I took your words in a wrong way." 

Well, duh. When you stayed silent, he went on.

"I wasn't surprised when you told me you had feelings towards me, but the feelings you were talking about was different than what I understood." Did he have to look so handsome while he was breaking your heart? "But that was because I always thought you hated me." 

"I can't say I don't, now." You answered, making him wince. "I can't blame you, and I'm so-" You sighed. "Before you say you're oh- so- sorry, you have to tell me why you thought I hated you." 

"I- I-" he stammered, and you felt a little bad since you had never seen Todoroki this confused. "Because I thought I hated you." 

Thought?

"I hope you know that that doesn't make any sense."  He looked at you like you just punched him. "I know... What I mean is-" He looked away. "I always thought what I felt towards you was hate, because I couldn't understand these feelings. I asked someone and they told me this could be hate! But apparently, it was something else I didn't realize, that this was... love." 

"Wait, what?" This was the second time today you had this reaction. "I always felt odd around you. I felt self-conscious, whenever you looked at me or talked to me, I wondered if I looked weird or made you uncomfortable, or if you didn't like me. I felt like everything I did was wrong, and you were always on my mind. Whenever I was in a room, I looked for you, when you were around I couldn't take my eyes off you, and I always had this... This feeling in my chest when something was about you."

"You have to understand, these feelings are new to me." He said as he got closer to you. "And since I wasn't able to understand what they were, when someone told me this could be hate, I believed them... I shouldn't have, I have broken your heart, and I'm sorry." He whispered his apology, sending goosebumps down your body. "I'm so, so sorry." 

You felt a small smile finding it’s place on your lips, and you didn’t know whether you should laugh at him and his bluntness, or if you should just kiss him right then and there.

"If you tell me the person you asked was Iida or Kaminari I'll laugh and/or punch you." His cheeks were beat red. "It was Midoriya." 

"That's even worse!" 

***

"Shouto, I have a question." You said, still feeling your heart beating faster when you called your boyfriend with his first name. "Yes, darling?" 

"How did you understand you didn't hate me, but actually... like me?" He shuffled in his place, obviously uncomfortable with answering it. His arm around you held you tighter like he was trying to stop you from leaving him with the answer he was about to tell. "It was Bakugou who came to my dorm that night." He said. "He was furious and asked me quote-unquote what the fuck was wrong with me. When I told him, well, everything, he didn't know if he should beat me or throw me out the window."

"Ooh," you said, trying to hold your laugh. "So, that was where he went."

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Confessions.

A\N: is this self-indulgent? Yes, yes it is. And did I cry writing this? Positive. Okay, the thing is, this is something I've been wanting to publish for so long, but I didn't have the courage to do so. But recently, I told someone about the whole ordeal and the reaction I got was so different than I expected, so I thought why not write this? Even if one person sees it and relates, or maybe even encourages them to talk to anyone about it, (even if you don't have anybody please I beg you come to me I'll always listen to anything you want to say), I would be so happy. Please don't think this is because I'm trying to get sympathy points, it's not. I don't want anything like that, just to actually help anyone who was in my situation. This fic (rant more like it) isn't fully based on my situation, mine is different, but I didn't feel comfortable talking about that, oh and this isn't edited, I didn't really want to read it over and over again so idk. So, anyway, I'll be posting one of the requests today too, it's fluff yay and my first aizawa attempt, so... Yeah. A/n is longer than the fic itself, seems like it.

Warnings: delicate subject, mentions of sexual harrasment, reader isn't in a good mental state, guys if it's triggering don't read it please I have no idea if there's any other things that could be triggering

Genre: angst, some fluff in the end

Pairing: bakugou x reader

W.c: 1,6k

You felt weak.

You have never felt this weak before, so helpless and unsafe.

You felt like you weren't supposed to talk about this with anyone. It was like if you told anyone, they would shame you, like they wouldn't believe you, or maybe even tell you it was your fault.

It didn't make any sense, why would anyone think that your logical part asked. But your insecurities wouldn't let you tell anything to anyone, making you feel sick when you tried to even hint it.

So you decided it was the best not to say anything, hide it forever even. Though you thought that was for the best for everyone, it was the hardest thing you probably ever did.

Your friends were aware of how jumpy you were late, how whenever someone touched you for anything, or even brushed you slightly, you froze with fear. But when they asked about it, you would brush it off as nothing.

They noticed how moody you were too, how frustrated you were with everything, crying, or getting mad at random, small things.

How you distanced yourself from people, hid for them, isolating yourself.

It was hard for them to see you like this -you were trying your hardest to smile and laugh like you always did, but they could see how much it hurt you to pretend- but it was especially hard for one certain angry boy. Bakugou was going insane, not knowing what was hurting you so and not being able to do anything about it.

Though he could never admit it, he had a crush on you. The worst kind, at that, or so he thought. He didn't like this feeling, of liking someone so much that you were constantly on his mind, his mood changing according to yours, laughing when you laughed, getting furious when you cried.

And lately, it was killing him. He knew you had feelings for him too, he knew how much you tried to look happy when he was around but it was just hurting you and that was even worse.

It was only until that one day he heard your soft voice, trembling with sadness as you explained what was going on to your best friend, Kirishima.

He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but it was impossible for him to just leave when you were crying so.

"I'm sorry." You told Kirishima between your tears. "I'm so sorry."

***

You knew you had to tell him some time. You just hoped it would be later. But there was no running away when Kirishima pulled you to the roof, making you sit and waiting for you to speak.

"You have to tell me." He told you as you squirmed to get away. "I need you to speak to me, Yn. I need to know so I can help you, you're my best friend and I can't keep pretending nothings going on."

"I can't either." You answered, whispering without even noticing.

"I can't lie anymore, I'm tired." You sighed and hid your face in your hands. "Eiji, you have to promise me you'll listen to me until the end, and don't do anything I tell you not to do."

"Of course." He promised.

"This is about my professor." You finally admitted.

"The one you get along very well with?" He asked cautiously, afraid that wrong words were going to make you stop.

"Uh, yeah." You answered with a dry, humorless chuckle. "Apparently, we weren't getting along for the right reasons." At this, his head snapped up, his eyes locked with yours. "What?!"

"He-he tries to touch me." You mumbled in your hands. "Y/N, what the fuck does that mean?" He tried to stay calm, but how could someone stay calm over that?

Your insecurities infecting you, you felt like he was questioning you, not believing you and you swallowed hardly. "You know what? I-it's really not that important, I exaggerated." You told him, feeling uneasy all of a sudden. But he wasn't having it. He scooted near you, taking your hand in his. "No, Y/N, we have to talk about this! What do you mean by- by trying to touch you?" Your heart hammering in your chest you decided to rip the band-aid off.

"He touches me." You repeated, a lump in your throat, not allowing you to speak more than a whisper. "And he always has that- that smile... that smile that shows he knows what he's doing, and he knows how weak I am, how I can never do anything about it." You went on, feeling the hot tears tumbling down your cheeks. You shuddered with the unwanted memories.

"Did he-" Kirishima stopped talking, wide eyes watching you. "Did he ever..." Although he couldn't finish his sentence, you knew what he meant. "No." You told him. "He never went all the way, it's more like he's toying with me."

"How did this happen?" He asked, words so silent, you almost didn't hear them. 

You shrugged. "It started small." Your voice faltering with tears. "At first I thought it wasn't on purpose." You told him as you relived the memories. "His hand sometimes brushed my breasts and my skirt... He would also press his body against mine when he was walking in the hallways..."

Oh my God, this was terrible. Just talking about it made you feel so weak. Why couldn't you just say something, do anything? Why did you always freeze with fear instead of fighting? Maybe some people just didn't have it. Did this make you unworthy?

"Then it just started to get worse. He would full-on grab me when he 'helped' me with my questions, would always come so- so close to me that I could feel him. He started to corner me, made me stay after class, and just always tried to catch me alone." 

"Oh my God," Kirishima mumbled, unable to say anything else. "Why didn't you say anything?" 

Yes. Why didn't you? 

"I was scared." You whispered. "I was scared of- of you thinking I was lying, that I was saying this for attention, that I was exaggerating, that this wasn't important that this was my fault."

Was it your fault? Maybe you could have worn pants instead of skirts. Or maybe you smiled at him too much, did you give him the wrong impressions? Was it really your fault?

His head snapped up, angrier than you had ever seen him. "How could you think all that?" He asked voice laced with anger. "He is a... a well-loved person, Eijirou. Everybody likes him, trusts him and he just looks so nice... Why would anyone believe me when-" You stopped talking when he hugged you once again, tighter than ever before. "I would always believe you."

I would always believe you. Words you longed to hear so damn much, making you cry uncontrollably.

"I feel so weak, Eiji." You said once again, the nickname you had given him falling off your lips for the first time in a while. "I can't even say anything to him... I'm weak... I'm afraid of people judging me, and I just can't feel safe anymore. I can't even trust myself." 

"I'm so sorry." He told you between the sniffs he was trying to hide, you thought it was ironic that he was the one apologizing. "I'm so sorry Y/N." 

Both of you weren't aware of the angry boy listening to you, shaking with anger and sadness. He couldn't believe there was someone out there making you feel like this when he himself couldn't even dare to tell you his feelings, let alone touch you.

***

"Where are you taking me?" You asked at the boy tugging at your wrists, pulling you somewhere.

Bakugou came to your door the next day he heard your conversation with Kirishima, a plan in his mind to help you, at least a little bit.

"Okay, we're here." He told you. He had brought you on a small field, surrounded by trees and flowers, an empty space in the middle. Your heart beat fastened in your chest, but how could it not when he looked this way to you?

"I will teach you self defense." He told you.

"What?" Wasn't that a little too random? "You heard me." He answered gruffly. "I'll teach you how to defend yourself."

"I- I mean- thank you!" You said, laughing a little. "But I don't understand..."

Oh no.

"Why?" You wanted- needed his answer to be something, anything other than what you had in mind. But it was obvious that it wasn't, when he stayed quiet.

"You heard us." You whispered, hand trembling with fear. The boy you liked, the one you had the biggest crush on, had heard how pathetic you were, how you didn't even have the courage to speak, to push this man's hand and confront him.

"No-" you choked. "It's not what you think." You said as you thought about what you could say, but your mind went blank when his hand caressed your cheek. "Don't." He told you. "Don't lie to me, you don't need to. You don't have to talk about it either, but I'll be here, always here for you to speak, to seek help, and now I will teach you self defense. You said you didn't feel safe, you felt weak. I'll be your safe place if you need me to, but I want you to feel safe yourself too."

You opened your mouth to say something but he didn't let you.

"Look, this isn't because I'm pitying you, or because I think you're not capable of defending yourself. I just- I want to help you, be with you, and this is the only thing I can do."

"Thank you." You whispered and without giving any warnings, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "You have no idea how much this helps."

A long silence went between you, allowing you to ask that one question.

"But why are you doing all this for me, Bakugou?"

He pulled back with your question, though so slightly that your noses almost touched each other. "It's because-" he stopped, fear clawing in him. What if you didn't feel the same way? He knew you did, but what if you didn't?

He gulped and took a deep breath. You have been acting so brave for the longest time, he couldn't even understand what you had went through- even though you couldn't see how brave you were yourself. So he decided it was his turn to be brave now.

"It's because I'm in love with you." Your breath stuck in you, eyes wide but a smile of relief on your lips. "Bakugou..." You whispered as he leaned in a little more.

"I love you too."