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Bakugou was having the worst day.
It wasn’t just one thing—it was everything. It all started with Midoriya—that annoying, irritating Deku.
The guy had been prancing around acting like he was the cutest thing on earth. It was safe to say he irked Bakugou’s nerves.
It was infuriating. Bakugou hated Midoriya, he always acted like he knew everything, opening his stupid mouth all the time.
Bakugou just wanted to do his work and go home, he hated being around other people. They didn’t know how to shut up and just work.
To top it all off, his mom called during lunch, her cheery voice piercing his already fragile patience.
“Katsu, honey, the car’s in the shop again,” she said brightly. “I won’t be able to pick you up. You’ll have to take the train home.”
Bakugou clenched his jaw so hard as he thought back to what he said. “Yeah, whatever, I’ll take the damn train,” Of course, the car was in the shop. Of course, it was always something with her.
But what could he do? He couldn’t exactly tell his mom that he didn’t want to take the train. I mean what else choice did he have?
So, with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the frustration of Deku still simmering in his blood, Bakugou shoved his way through the crowded hallways, out the doors of the school, and toward the train station.
Today, he had been more frustrated than ever, it just felt worse than usual. Maybe it was because he hadn’t had a moment of peace all day. Maybe it was because Deku wouldn’t shut up. Or maybe it was just the fact that his life seemed like one giant mess that he couldn’t escape from.
The train was as packed as ever, with people crammed into every inch of space.
He squeezed through the crowd, pushing past a couple of slow-moving adults, and found a spot to sit.
It was crowded, but at least it was a spot. He tried to adjust in his seat, trying to ignore the voices around him, the kids talking, the old man snoring, the click of heels against the floor. It all blended into an irritating hum.
He sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair, wishing he could just skip this part of the day and go straight to bed.
But instead, he stood there, letting the train jostle him with every turn, wishing he could drown out everything, including the thoughts that had been buzzing around in his head all day.
And then it happened.
Without warning, Bakugou felt something heavy lean against his shoulder.
For a split second, his mind couldn’t process it. He turned, ready to snap at whoever the hell was invading his space, but then he froze. There, beside him, was a boy (or girl? He was sure it was a boy though) he hadn’t noticed before.
Had he always been sitting there? Bakugou had been so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed.
At first glance, he didn’t look like anything special. Just some random kid, maybe a little younger than him. But there was something about him that caught Bakugou’s attention.
The boy had messy black hair that hung to his shoulders, it smelled like strawberries. His skin was a tawny tan, and his lips were full and pouty, the kind of lips you knew were warm and soft. The boy’s eyes were half-lidded, almost like he was asleep, and his head was resting on Bakugou’s shoulder.
He didn’t even seem to notice. In fact, he didn’t move an inch as the train swayed them.
Bakugou’s breath caught in his throat as his mind raced. “Oi, get the fuck off me!” he snapped, ready to shove the kid away. But then something stopped him. He saw the boy’s face again—those soft lips, those eyes still closed—and he just froze.
What the hell was going on? Why wasn’t this kid moving? This couldn’t be happening.
The boy looked so peaceful, like he didn’t have a care in the world. Bakugou couldn’t believe it. How could anyone just fall asleep like that on a crowded train? How could anyone just… lean on someone like that without even thinking twice?
Bakugou gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. “Dammit,” he muttered. But instead of pushing the kid off, he just… let him stay there.
Maybe it was exhaustion setting in, maybe it was the overwhelming weight of his day, but Bakugou didn’t have the energy to argue. He let his body relax, his head sinking slightly, just enough to let it rest on the boy’s head.
He groaned quietly, mentally kicking himself for allowing this to happen. But the longer the boy stayed there, the more Bakugou didn’t mind.
He’d never admit it out loud, but there was something strangely comforting about it, the warmth of the boy’s presence against him, the soft rhythm of his breathing. It felt like peace, and it had been a long time since Bakugou had known what that felt like.
And so, Bakugou fell asleep, his head resting against the boy’s hair, trying to ignore the constant hum of the train around them.
***
Time passed, and Bakugou stirred awake. The train was still rattling beneath him, but something was different. There was movement against his shoulder, a shift that broke the calm he’d finally settled into.
He blinked his eyes open, groggily trying to process what was going on.
A soft yawn reached his ears, and his eyes snapped to the boy beside him.
The boy was awake, and, to Bakugou’s surprise, was already staring right at him.
Bakugou blinked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he met the boy’s gaze. The boy’s red eyes were wide, doe-like, and there was a faint blush on his cheeks, like he was embarrassed to have been caught sleeping on someone.
Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at the kid, he was pretty, but he wouldn’t ever admit it.
The boy shifted awkwardly, a little flustered, and muttered out a quick, “Sorry.”
Before Bakugou could even think to respond, the boy stood up quickly, stepping toward the door. Bakugou watched him for a moment, still processing the strange situation.
“Oi, hey, wait!” Bakugou called after him, standing up too, but the boy didn’t seem to hear. He was already heading for the exit, moving quickly, like he couldn’t wait to get off the train.
“Damn it…” Bakugou muttered to himself, the frustration bubbling up again. He stood there, watching the boy disappear from his sight, and he realized—he hadn’t even asked his name.
“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned, slumping back into his seat. Another feeling settled in his stomach, feeling like a heavy boat sinking to the pit of his stomach.
He was irritated again, but it was different now. He wasn’t irritated about Deku or the stupid train. No, now he was irritated because of some random kid who had somehow gotten under his skin without even trying.
He stared at the spot where the boy had been, his mind racing.
***
When Bakugou got home, his mood hadn’t improved much. He slammed the door behind him, not bothering to greet his parents. His mom called from the living room.
“Katsuki don’t slam the door!” she yelled.
Bakugou let out a tired sigh, answering her as he passed the kitchen, walking up the stairs to his room. He threw his bag onto the floor and collapsed onto his bed, pulling out his homework with the same lack of enthusiasm he’d felt all day.
But as he tried to focus on his work, he couldn’t. His thoughts kept drifting back to the boy on the train—the one with the messy black hair and tan skin. The one who had fallen asleep on him. The one who had looked so damn peaceful.
The more he tried to concentrate on his homework, the more his mind wandered. He could still see the boy’s face clearly in his mind, his shoulder-length black hair. The soft blush on his cheeks.
“Why the hell am I thinking about him?” Bakugou muttered to himself, frustrated. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head, but it didn’t help.
It wasn’t like he was going to see the guy again, right? So why was he still so fixated on him?