#sdlkfjajsdfaksdjadjka hate that lowkey

[theloveinc]

(warning: makes no sense, you’re kinda mean, gn)

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Bakugo is a little bit in love with you.

Well, he likes to think it’s not love so much as it is just a ginormous, fantastic, debilitating crush. But it could be love, eventually. If, one day, you let it be.

Right now, you’re just friends. Good friends, ones who study together. Ones who do more than that, sit in the cafeteria and eat together, maybe even walk home together after, too. And it’s slow going, but it’s going. A little mundane, but far more than he’s ever before hoped for, which he knows because there’s a part of him that has already decided that he’d do anything for you and let you do anything to him.

So Bakugo knows how he feels (he knows a lot about things when it comes to you)... and that, in itself, is enough. 

Especially, when you get questioned:

“Isn’t he a little…” a person asks one day, hesitates, almost as if they’re scared for you when they say it, their eyes flitting between you both, “mean?”

“Mean?“ you ask, eyes wide.

They nod, “he gets mad all the time.”

Bakugo feels his blood start to simmer, his heart begin to race, and he has to clench both his fists and his jaw to stop himself from committing an act just short of violence. Or even worse, one that scares you off.

But on the other side of the table, you just stare at his assailant; blinking like they’re dumb, like the whole thing doesn’t matter, and like they didn’t just insult him in a way that he wants to forget but he’s sure he’ll dwell on for a long time to come. Because truth is, he’s mean and he knows it, but not how to spare the people around him from facing the brunt of it. 

And that… is what feels bad.

You, on the other hand, don’t seem to mind, replying to the question like it’s easy, like the words aren’t true when it’s very apparent they are. In any other case, to any other person, would be. He can feel his chest prickle.

“Not at all,” the words are confident, comforting, surprising, and you turn to face him with a pretty smile. “Watch this: 

“Hey, Bakugo,” you get real close to his face, close enough that he can almost count your eyelashes, see the trust in your irises, the humor, and it’s another thing he finds that he loves. “Fuck you.”

The words don’t really sting, the blood in cheeks cools… and he can’t help but admit that he’s just a little bit proud of himself when he smiles easy, too. The curl in his lip humorous, your very own inside joke.

“Fuck you right back.”

You grin, and for some reason, Bakugo feels safe.

#bakugo #don't read this #me writing things that only make sense to me #sdlkfjajsdfaksdjadjka hate that lowkey #but whatever #this was actually supposed to be about like. bakugo being proud of himself for like being in love with u such that when u bully him he #enjoys it #or something #but that got lost in the draft bc I lost the mood going to class #and bc I realized I’m not the same person who wrote my other drabble #about bakugo thinking it’s hot when ur mad #that caitie could’ve done it #anyway was gonna scrap this but I figure I just need to stop caring about whether the moral of the story is comprehensible or not #so . sorry #caitie post