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Until The End Of The Night | Ch 1

-midnight-

✦ College!au, characters in early twenties, support!reader, slight angst to happy ending

✦ Synopsis: after over three years abroad you come back to continue your education. Despite gaining new friends and living a great life in Europe nothing feels better than home. You are quickly sucked in the everyday drama and everything would be just as you left it if not for Bakugo. Three years ago you two shared a moment, a short and meaningful moment that no one knows or should know about. That is until the situation gets out of control.

✦ Warnings: smut

✦ Word count: 4k

✦ Chapter: Few days until you take of to Europe, UA graduation bonfire party and a conversation with Bakugo you thought you'll never have. The two of you mean nothing to each other, don't you?

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“One more round, one more! You’re not bailing out Eiji!” Mina’s clamorous voice echoed out as she pushed shots into her friend’s hands.

The graduation party turned out just as you expected, or maybe even helped out to plan. Midoriya clumsily bumped into Ochako every now and then, genuinely thinking he’s not that obvious, as they both balanced, sitting on a log and recollecting mutual memories as if they were sticking photos into an imagined album. The tipsiness made them a bit more nostalgic. Mina, Sero, Denki and Kirishima, despite losing Bakugo somewhere, were chugging beers and spilling shots, the alcohol soaking into the green grass underneath their feet. Laughs, bickering and Denki’s loud singing disturbed the night’s soothing peace. Shouto and Tokoyami discussed the written exams while Jiro and Yaoyorozu desperately tried to change the subject, even the top class girl was in too good of a mood (due to some fireballs) to give a damn about school.

School, well it was nice while it lasted. Even though you were having a heck of a time at the bonfire UA graduation party, the squeezing feeling in the pitch of your stomach never left. It first grabbed at your intestines when the teachers handed you the graduation certificate. Or maybe even earlier, when you applied for college abroad, chewing on the end of your pencil as you tried to come up with a motivational letter. Or was it later, when you sang the school anthem, neatly lined up with your colleagues from the support class, while looking at the back of Mina’s pink head?

Never mind when it started, what pained you was not regret or sorrow but simply fear of starting a new chapter of your life. It was nice to dream about college in Europe when you were safely tucked away under the covers of your comfy bed, texting Mina and Denki your options. Now, when you were about to face reality head-on in a matter of days your knees trembled a bit. Luckily you felt not only fear but also excitement. What will Europe be like? Will you gain new friends? Are the city centres really as picturesque as they describe them? Will the classes be hard? Will you manage all the household chores by yourself? Can you really cook as good as you think or will you poison yourself?

Questions, questions, questions. They itched under your skin like a nasty rash and spread the second you dwelled on it too much. Now is not the time to make your head bubble up with concerns, it should rather be spinning due to an excessive amount of alcohol in your system.

You took a deep breath and shook your head, taking a step to the side in the meantime, the tipsiness reminding you of its existence.

“Why the fuck are you talking to yourself?” A head of blonde speaking with an irritated voice caught your attention. This guy.

Bakugo was a friend of Kirishima’s and Kirishima was a friend of Mina’s (and Denki’s) so you knew each other. You often saw the blonde in the common room spitting curses at ‘Dunce face’s’ stupid ass, you had him in the periphery of your vision at parties, always a bit to the side of the room, you told him a bunch of unimportant stuff and listened to a solid dose of the same nothing from him, never close enough to hold a meaningful conversation, never far enough to ignore each other completely.

He was mean, got angry quickly, and always had something to complain about. He was also one of the top students, that you found a challenge for yourself rubbing your achievements in his face while he wiped yours with his scholarships. He was also ambitious, hard-working and disciplined. Success poured out of every pore of his body, distilling at the nape of his neck like sweat during his murderous work-outs. He really had it all, every ingredient necessary to create the perfect hero - strength for missions, talent for catching villains, endurance to pain, looks for the fans and a personality worth looking up to (not taking into consideration his mean ass but you were sure his future PR team would take care of it).

But Bakugo was just a colleague of yours, nothing much.

“Because I’m drunk.” You stood in front of the blonde, resting hands on your hips. “Aren’t you?” A cheeky grin sprung up on your face.

“I know how to hold my liquor. I’d rather not look like a pathetic, fun deprived idiot stumbling from left to right, on her journey to fetch some water.” For a newcomer's ears it sounded like venom reforged into words. You on the other hand knew to look for answers not in his bitching around but rather on his face. Even in the omnipresent darkness you were able to catch the smirk plastered on his lips. You could guess that freaky little smile was accompanied by a crooked brow, Bakugo assessing his superiority while also having fun with it.

“You forgot to add I’m talking to myself.” An accusatory finger shot his way and you giggled a bit, taking another step to the side to keep your balance.

“My bad.” The giggle died out in your throat and silence fell upon the two of you.

You were ready for some more bickering but Bakugo decided to cut this conversation short. What were you supposed to talk about now? Would he just prefer to be left alone? Sure, you should just go and grab that water and go back to your idiots by the bonfire, sing some Mr. Worldwide songs and get Denki even more drunk, up to the point where he’ll confess love to anyone and anything. Maybe you could get him to ask Mineta out just to laugh at him in the morning. Or maybe you could stick your nose in something that’s absolutely no business of yours - getting Kirishima and Mina to finally go out. Graduation bonfire would be a great moment to confess, so romantic.

“So what, you’re going abroad for college?” The discourtesy of your actions hit you straight in the face. You already ended this conversation in your head while Bakugo was still standing in front of you. Your lazy seeing focused back on the blonde. Dionizos must be laughing at you right now, reminding you from up in the heavens that you are, in fact, drunk.

“Yeah, sorry.” You rubbed your eyes a few times before looking back at him. “Yes, I got in. The application process was tiring. The schedules in Europe and here are totally different so I had to balance between getting all the shit finalised while assuring the universities abroad that I will get my certificate any day now. But it all paid off and now I’m moving out and that’s with a scholarship from the start!” You giggled once more, the thought of your ground-shaking success made your insides bubble up with joy. Well, maybe it shook only your ground but it was enough to feel self-satisfied.

Somehow you were walking, not standing. When you focused on that you realised that your journey for water hit a detour. Both of your figures disappeared further and further into the darkness of the nearby forest. It was nice and cool, a bit chilly even, with the wetness in the air that stuck to your bare shoulders giving you the chills.

“I’m also getting a scholarship.” Bakugo’s voice was out of place, calm and way more quiet than usual. Somehow on the way he stopped with this superiority shit and you felt like you were trodding the same ground as him.

“That’s nothing new.” He gave you a dissatisfied look that you barely caught in the moonlight. “But I’m not saying you shouldn’t be proud, or I shouldn’t be proud. We all should be proud of you.” You added the last part quickly, getting too caught up in your blabbering.

“So you’re proud of me?” The blonde started to snicker but you cut him short.

“What I mean is, you’re a great student and person, a hard-worker and any other epithet you can think of, but it doesn’t mean anyone should take your success for granted. It’s all your hard work, no matter how many times you do it.” You spoke from experience. When you’re always at the top people tend to think you’re glued to the peak of the mountain while in fact you climb it, all the way up, every single time. No one is born successful.

“Yeah, as if you knew.” That snickering of his will echo in your head for months if he doesn’t stop drilling it into your brain like this.

“Oh come on, cut me some slack. I’m also good, great even!” You threw your hands into the air, gesticulating dramatically. “Just because I don’t sweat my ass in training and prance around with a fancy quirk doesn’t mean I’m worthless.” You sassed at him, or at least in your head it was sass. You go girl, slay. “Besides, you didn’t complain when I improved your gear after spending nights on your samples.”

You and Bakugo were paired up one time during an assignment. Giving your biological specialisation you were able to analyse the samples of his sweat and spice up the storage of extracted explosives in his gear. He on the other hand was supposed to be as unproblematic as he could, and use your findings to the best of his ability. The blonde sure did exceed in at least one of these tasks.

“Cuz they were good.” This boy, why does he play hot n’ cold with you?

“I don’t understand.” You groaned, slapping hands on your cheeks. “Are you praising or criticising me?”

“Both.” He was looking straight ahead so his face was a mystery for you.

“Both! Both. Both.” You parrot him in a squeaky voice. Then you stop in your tracks and laugh quietly.

“What?” He seemed irritated by your sudden halt.

“Nothing, I just never thought a peasant like me could get a compliment from the great Bakugo.” You bowed dramatically and snickered sarcastically.

“Stop shitting around and start walking.” He turned and proceeded straight.

“Where are we even going?” Now that you thought about it you didn’t know where you were. All the trees around looked the same, the grass was covered in dew kissing your exposed ankles and the chatter of the bonfire died out some time ago.

“Doesn’t matter.” Bakugo threw disinterested.

“Objection judge! It does.” You grumbled. “I still need to get Denki a whole lot more drunk. I wanted to make him ask out…”

“Stop talking about fucking Dunce face.” Now it was Bakugo’s turn to groan.

“Denki, Denki, Denki.” You chanted gawking at him with wide-spread eyes.

“Seriously stop.”

“Why?” A cheshire grin entered your face. How come Denki was annoying someone while not even present.

“It’s ruining the mood.”

“Oh so we’re having a moment here?” You gasped theatrically.

“No we’re not. The thought of him is ruining my mood.”

“Are you sure?” You crooked a brow, turning around and walking backwards.

“Stop that idiot, you’re gonna fall and crash your stupid ass.” Bakugo’s face was vague in the dark, the sensation fueled up by your slightly murky vision.

“I know what I’ve heard. The great Bakugo is having a moment with old little me! And poor Denki is ruining it.” You pouted.

“Be delusional all you want.”

“I’m gonna have to tell Mina. Friends don’t keep stuff like that from each other. Wonder what she’ll say?” You hummed as if you were studying some very important samples.

“No you won’t. Or else I’ll smash your stupid ass.”

“Catch me if you can then.”

You turned around and ran for your life. The drunkenness, shaky breathing and uneven path that promised to betray your wobbly knees any moment now didn’t stop you from laughing madly while leaping through the twists and turns of the dark forest. Your fun was short lived as the blonde heroe-to-be was obviously quicker. He crashed into you as if you were a thief running after robbing a jeweller. It took you a few turns to brake but nothing hurt you in the end. After all, you were tackled by the one and only.

“Sorry, sorry.” You laughed apologetically, eyes closed as tears prickled them. You were dizzy after the stumble. “Don’t mind my drunk babbling, I was just joking.” Realisation hit you and maybe you took the act a bit too far, now that you think about it.

Looking up you saw him on all fours, over you. He kept silent, just staring down at you as if you had something on your face.

“What?” You propped yourself up on your elbows but was quickly shoved back down. “The fuck dude?”

His face was more comprehensible now. Moonlight shone down from between the rustling treetops, bouncing from one of his cheeks, the other dark, hiding half of his face. Red tinted the area of his nose, spreading over the whole of his face. Close up he also looked a bit drunk.

“Can you just stay silent?” His voice was not like him once more, low and inches from being a mere whisper.

So you did, looking up at him. Your brain fought a hard battle between trying to understand what was going on and at the same time giving up on clarity, just going with the flow of the strange situation.

Before you could choose a side and undertake appropriate actions Bakugo pressed his lips into yours. Sometimes you thought about how he would be, how he would act? The same you thought that Kirishima was a snack but also a golden retriever so he would most likely be gentle. The same you thought Shouto was good looking but most likely a virgin. The same you thought Denki was the last thing on mother earth you would fuck. In all the scenarios you made up in your head, never have you thought Bakugo would be subtle, or did it feel more like hesitation?

His lips were more like grazing yours than kissing them and quickly moved away as if he burned himself.

“What are you doing?” You asked, realising your voice was laced with irritation. What were you irritated about?

“Dunno, I’m drunk.” He answered, red eyes still caught up in your lower lip.

“Oh so now it’s an explanation.”

“Shut up.” He kissed you once more, firmly pressing his face into yours and pushing your slightly raised head into the moisty ground.

“I’m cold.” You mumbled between sloppy kisses, shivering from how hard the chilly ground pressed into your back. No, it was your back pressing hard into the ground.

Bakugo stood up on his knees and shimmied out of his jacket, grabbing at the front of your strapless shirt to guide you up. After you were laid back down, this time with his warm jacket shielding you from the cold, your brain turned on sluggishly and started to mull over the situation.

Bakugo didn’t explain why he was pressing his chest to yours while moving his lips faster and faster on yours, guiding himself down to your jaw and back up seconds afterwards, as if he didn’t want to lose time. You didn’t explain to yourself why you allowed him to, combing his fair hair with your fingers.

Between the kisses and gasps you managed to ask him one thing. “How far do you wanna take it?”

“Till the end. You okay with that?” His dialled pupils locked on your face and you finally realised he was looking straight at you, straight through you. It was only the two of you, wrapped up in each other's limbs like a tight knot, pressing onto one another as if battling who could do it harder. Were you really about to have sex with him? Did you feel excited about it? Yes, yes you did, you wanted it so bad right now. Why did he want to do it with you? No clue but it’s not important.

“Mhm.” You murmured, placing one of your palms on his cheek and guiding him back down to meet you halfway. “Show me.” You asked quietly, tugging at his shirt. Without objection he pulled it over his head and it was gone, letting you grab his bare shoulders and thread his muscles. You didn’t remain indebted for long, pulling your tight-fitting shirt up, letting your breasts spill out of their constrictions.

Two soft mounds quickly caught Bakugo’s attention but they were only a passageway for his palm to trace down. You nodded your head and pushed up your hips to make it easier for him to pull down your pants and leave them dangling over one of your tights. He straightened up once more and pulled out a condom from his pocket before undoing his own belt.

“You bastard!” Your finger pointed at the condom but Bakugo ignored it, finding his way between your tights.

It wasn’t your first time but it still took a while to get used to feeling him inside. Fortunately he was acting surprisingly nice, staying still with his face buried in the crook of your neck. After a short while when you felt ready you scratched his bare back delicately and murmured an ‘I’m ready’ into his ear.

Suddenly, the world turned around, your dizzy head not catching up with it. The cool breeze hit your back once more as the welcoming warmth of Bakugo’s coat was gone. You were sitting on him, watching his hard breathing, chest rising and falling in a steady but fast rhythm, one that matched your heartbeat.

“What…”

“It’s my first time, can you…” The words were cut short in his throat and he looked to the side, embarrassment grasping him faster than he could formulate his ask.

“It’s your first time?” It sounded a bit louder than you wanted it to.

“I don’t wanna fucking tell you this twice.” His anger rose quickly.

“No, no, that’s not what I mean!” You quickly assured him. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s just… why do you want to have your first time with me?”

“Why do you have to fucking ask.” His gaze melted with the floor close to his head.

You realised that you were somehow destroying the mood, trying to get that answer out of him.

“You know what, never mind, you don’t have to tell me. I just wanted to, I don’t know, I just want it to be special now.” You whispered the last part and before he got to tell you how you ‘shouldn’t make a big deal out of it’ you were already moving your hips, pressing your chest into his and finding his kiss swollen lips once again. Between making out he remained silent, except for the occasional quiet gasps and hisses. His eyes were closed and hands palmed your ass as if he was holding it for dear life.

“Do you wanna try yourself?” You murmured into his ear and he nodded.

Turning around you were once again hugged by his coat but this time you felt it was unnecessary. Your body was hot, flushed against his burning one. Putting your hand on his lower sides you started to guide him, in and out, rotating his hips slightly to make him hit all the sweet spots and press tightly to the whole of your welcoming tights in the process. He caught it after a while and your help was no longer needed so you let yourself enjoy the moment.

“Not gonna last long like this so you better tell me how to make you cum too or I’ll feel like shit for the rest of the night.” His harsh voice disturbed your trance.

“Don’t worry, ‘m gonna take care of it. Just feel the moment, you look the hottest when you’re enjoying yourself.” You murmured, licking your fingers and guiding them down to help yourself.

After countless hastening gasps of yours you finally came with a soft whine and nails digging into Bakugo’s biceps. He came short after, falling over and crushing you under his weight. There was a short silence before you both started to gather yourself.

You sat wrapped up in his coat, ass slightly wet from the moisty grass. Fuck womens’ shorts, can’t they be slightly longer? Bakugo looked ahead, giving you a view of his pretty profile, with the upturned nose and lips lacking his usual frown. You felt a lot more sober now, the adrenaline evaporating from your veins. You sat in a hole in the dense tree line that gave you a view of the lake down in the valley. You didn’t even realise that you ran up a hill earlier. It was quiet, save for the night critters.

“So are you going to tell me why I got your v-card?” You eyed his still form. “I mean, you already had a condom on you so you either decided it was the big night and you're gonna lose it with whoever or, excuse me jumping to conclusions, you were hunting for me.” Your expertise was always precise when you were not stupid drunk.

“The latter.” Was his only response.

“Well then, did you like it?” You had a hard time comprehending what was going on. On one hand it was nice, sitting in the quiet with him after banging such a hot guy, on the other hand you tried to puzzle out what was his case but it turned out harder than you thought.

“Yes.”

“Great.” You looked to the side, up to the sky and down on your feet, trying to distract yourself from the awkward feeling creeping up your back.

“So you’re going away.” It was more of a statement than a question from him.

You mumbled out something in the lines of ‘yeah’, nodding your head and trying to figure out the sudden change of topic.

“Good for you, you deserve it.”

It was silent mostly and you were really lost. This was all so messy.

“Are you going to keep in contact with Mina?”

“Yes, of course. I think I’ll also keep in contact with the one whose name I shouldn’t pronounce.” Somehow you made him laugh dryly.

“So maybe I’ll pop up in the back sometimes.” He seemed to be speaking more to the grass under his feet than to you with the way he refused to face you.

“What’s up with you?”

“Listen.” He finally turned toward you. A quizzical look covered his features. “I told you I was gonna take it till the end and I’m gonna.” He was speaking another language and it was getting on your worn out nerves. Bakugo was never so elusive but now suddenly he decided to play a maze with you. “Do you want to be my girlfriend till the end of the night? Later you forget about me.”

It took a lot for you to hold your composure. What kind of kindergarten scenario was this? Why should you forget him?

“Just till the end of the night.” His voice was firm but his eyes spoke louder. They were dialled and pleading, locked straight into yours as if you were to disappear if he blinked. “Then you’ll be gone and it won’t matter anymore.”

“Do you have a…” You wanted to ask, you wanted to know. Why did the Bakugo Katsuki act so strange all of a sudden? Why did he play weird romantic scenarios and act as if you were dying and not simply moving to another country. Did he have a crush on you, could you really let such a thought live in your head?

“Don’t ask me that, just answer the question.”

And in the end it was not important because he was right. You will move away for a few years, you will meet new friends, new lovers. You will find a new life and let the old one away. You will grow and hurt and achieve and lose. You can’t be anchored to the past. You saw the answer in his intense eyes and it pained you to realise that you could guess what he would have said if you pushed him. You saw the opportunities fly by and escape into the night. If he only told you earlier you could have a thing, you could change some things… but do you want to change some things? Did he do you good or bad with his decision to keep to himself? It didn’t matter because that time is gone and now is now. Now you have to give him an answer as he is still observing.

“Okay, yes.” You said, blinking a few times trying to wake up from a dream, but it wasn’t a dream. It was his arm snaking around your waist as he pressed you firmly to his side and stole another kiss from your lips.

Bakugo was not your first nor last boyfriend but he was the one that you remembered the most, even if he was yours just for a few hours.

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justatypicalwizard · 2 months

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Until The End Of The Night | Ch 2

-1 am.-

✦ College!au, characters in early twenties, support!reader, slight angst to happy ending

✦ Warnings: smut

✦ Word count: 2k

✦ Chapter: Hot pot place, homecoming party and a bitter taste to it. You were wrong all the way.

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You made some mistakes that night at the hot pot place, five to be exact. Five crushing mistakes that left you punching your pillow at one o’clock. The first of them was thinking about Bakugo Katsuki.

The blonde slipped into your thoughts like a murderer slips around the corner after you sent your midterm report and some other documents back home. The sharp edged blade of excitement pointed straight at you. Elusive memories of the bonfire night bounced in and out of your brain when you sealed the paper boxes with sticky tape, readying your belongings for the long journey.

You were not that self-centred, you also thought about others but it was easier to ground them in your head, as they flooded your phone with messages. Mina has been jumping around like a flea on a dog’s butt ever since she learned you were coming back. She was rambling about doing college stuff together (as if you ever believed she was actually studying and not only barely passing), going to parties and clubs, having sleepovers like you used to and so on. Denki was not that nostalgic but he kept sending you thousands of memes and photos of himself like the one on the couch with an empty space next to him and a title ‘waiting for you baby girl’. He even once sent you the whole of the Parable of the Prodigal Son, pasted into a text message. Kiri asked if you need help moving something heavy from the truck.

Bakugo never texted, not even once in nearly three years. He was a man of his words, disappearing just as he promised you he would. You were not angry nor sad, you hardly sported any emotions for him right now, or at least up to that point.

After the feral night you got caught up in college, moving, new country and all that stuff and it came out that you never texted, neither did he, so you’ve done as he asked you and pushed the feelings to the side, soon not even bothering. Very soon.

Up to today you didn’t understand his motives but the thought of seeing him and saying ‘hi’ lit up a warm feeling in the pitch of your stomach. What will the mysterious Bakugo say to you? Guess you’ll have to wait and see.

Your second mistake was looking Bakugo Katsuki in the eye as he entered the hot pot place.

Just after you unpacked your last shirt and folded it neatly into your closet, that would sooner than later become a familiar mess again, you found yourself in a spot that Mina and Denki promised to be good. It was to have delicious hot pots and fairly cheap beer. That was the place where you found yourself, celebrating the big homecoming. It was just the closest pack, with Kirishima as a plus one to Mina. Oh how happy you were they finally got together last year, after all that blind man’s buff. And just as always Bakugo was on Kiri’s track to social gatherings.

When he came in, catching you all in the line, just as you were about to be guided to your table, he threw you a nasty look and that’s it. It was as if he saw an old chewing gum at the opposite end of a park bench and was grateful that he didn’t sit on it. Nothing changed here, you guessed.

The third mistake was letting Denki arrange the seats by forcefully pushing himself flat against your side. Mina took the seat on your left and Kirishima, like the retriever he is, politely sat in front of her. This left Bakugo with only one option which was opposite of you. That way you had the perfect, front row seat to the ice-themed show he put up all night.

The food was delicious, the beer indeed cheap and your friends all around. No matter how many people passed through your life abroad, nothing felt as good as back home, in the warm embrace of known and loved. Hours flew by with photos, memories, achievements, second-hand embarrassment from Denki’s stories about his flirts, and stuffing your stomach to the point of bursting. The place was alive that night with laughter echoing not only from your table. People’s heads moved and bounced, bobbed and sank all around the tight place like troubled sea, swelling with stories, shouted out over chunks of beef and pork.

All was warm, fizzy and tipsy aside from the blonde. The air seemed to freeze for a split second every time you caught sight of him. His eyes were piercing, the red around his pupils insufferably cold. He seemed to suck that cold air out of the hot pot place, up to the point of suffocating everyone just to prove something to you. This tension broke and vanished as soon as he looked away, answering Kiri or throwing curses at Denki. No one else noticed, no one else around your table was his target tonight.

Your fourth mistake was stopping by the open sliding door when you spotted him also coming back from the toilet. Why did you have to finish washing your hands at the same time? The cool air of a spring night kissed your exposed cheek, barging in the door that some staff member left open, mindlessly. Maybe if not that door, the strip of city at night patched onto the steady fibre of the restaurant wall, would you never ever hear what his lips told you.

“Well hello there stubborn ass.” You cracked a smile hoping now, when you were alone would he finally stop with his act.

“The fuck you want?” In an instant his arms were crossed, delineating a firm border. His frontier was barricaded, ready for offence any moment.

“I was just amused with how you were able to not even greet me despite sitting here for a few hours already.” The smile, still plastered on your face, started to feel stiff.

“And?”

“And?” Your patience was running surprisingly short with this man. There was no logic in fighting with him right now. Heck, you never fought with him, so why are you feeling so defensive right now? “I just wanted to ask whether something happened, you’re acting a bit weird.”

You tried to be as nice as you could despite harsher words pushing at your lips. All of his nasty stares, huffs and ignorance this night could hardly be named ‘acting a bit weird’.

“You’re imagining things.” His stance was high and mighty, too high for you it seemed.

“No I’m not. Something’s off and if you’re feeling that bad then why did you even come here in the first place? The night was supposed to be about my coming back, you knew it.” You hated when someone told you you were wrong when you clearly weren’t, especially if it came from a place of nonchalance.

“I think you’re giving yourself too much credit. It’s not about you.”

“Then why did you come here with this mood?” Saying that you pointed up and down his angry form.

“I’m fine.”

As much as you didn’t want to, an irritated huff escaped your lips. How can he lie so obviously? “If you say so.” Not seeing a point in pressing more of his buttons you decided to surrender.

“Yes, I do say so.” Chewing the inside of your cheek at how he always had to have the last word, you were just about to turn the corridor to safely sail to the bay between Mina and Denki, leaving this storm at sea. “You really think you’re that important, huh?”

An irritated look passed through your features.

“And what does that mean exactly?” Let all hell loose, he won’t be talking to you like that.

“What you’ve heard. You think this is all about you while it’s not.”

“You came to my homecoming party with a nasty face, been salty all night long ignoring me and not even greeting me after three years and you say it’s not about me? What’s the problem then, the hot pot too hot and it ruined your mood?” Your earlier words were quick like bowshots but now he was taking his time, loading the siege weapon. “If it’s about the night at the bonfire then…” You tossed your arms into the air aimlessly. “Then tell me. I come back and I miss the point, I don’t know what’s happening. If you’re scared I will tell someone, tell Mina or anyone I won’t. Never did and never will, so just stop pretending.”

His lips laughed, a short, dry and breathy laugh but his eyes stayed put, piercing you like arrows.

“You were always sharp weren’t you? Smartass. Okay, it is about you.” Bakugo came closer, standing chest to chest with you, not minding to bend down to your level. He was too comfortable up high. “Remember that because I’ll only tell you once. I don’t want any extras in my life and that includes you. I’m pissed that such a nobody can come back and shimmy her way into the lives of people who won’t profit on it. You’re just so, so selfish.”

Your way back to the table was long and dizzy. The air changed and the commotion that met you in the main room after lingering in the tight corridors of the restaurant maze made the paprika, soy sauce and bitterness come up your throat. He was not here anymore, he went home when you were in the toilet. He didn’t even say goodbye, what a prick, Denki said.

Yes, he was a prick.

The pillow was bashed in on one side as you punched it a few times in hope of letting out some steam, or more like building up some. You wanted to be angry, you wanted to be furious. You could grab your phone and text Bakugo how stupid, childish and selfish he acted. You would be the bigger person because you are still keeping the secret, despite him starting an open war with you. But you didn’t, you weren’t angry. Sadness choked your throat and you pillow-punches were weak.

You hoped that Bakugo would keep the secret because now it felt like a stigma. A burning brand every place his hands roamed three years ago.

You’re just so, so selfish.

You had too much bravado in yourself. The bonfire night lost its pink hue and turned to real colours. Did you even remember it right? You were drunk, he was drunk. Was it the first time a boy told a girl anything she wanted to hear to get in her pants? Did he even ask you about the whole girlfriend stuff or did you dream it later? Write another chapter to this story, an unsuccessful, pretended epilogue because you desperately wanted to be the main character?

All this time you held some sort of a sick pride to the fact he had a thing for you. Sure, it was sad you learned about it a few days before your departure but was it not a confidence boost, to have someone like Bakugo crushing on you and fucking with you? You felt as if that memory was a foundation to a part of your character. And now that pillar was ruined. What came in its place was embarrassment.

Just as he said three years ago, Bakugo popped up behind Denki in video calls or in the periphery of Kiri’s gym photo sometimes. You saw how he looked, how he grew. If he was considered handsome in highschool then college was out of line. Ranking climbing, challenge addicted, good-looking and surely heartbreaking. The audacity of yours, thinking of him as your score. You were his score, an easy start, a quick nothing.

The fifth and final mistake of yours was reading too much into what was, in fact, very simple.