Chapter 1: playlist
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my honest face - inhaler
pocket full of sunshine - natasha bedingfield
ain’t it fun - paramore
complicated - avril lavigne
sex on fire - kings of leon
the spins - mac miller, empire of the sun
Chapter 2: 1, truth or dare
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“Pleeeeeaaaaaseeeeee!!” Denki begged. The poor boy was on his knees with his head on the floor of Bakugo’s dorm, praying and begging for his friend to join game night downstairs. “Fuck no.” he replied snarkily. “But Y/n won’t be there! She’s at her parents’ place!” Denki cried in despair. ‘Huh.’
“Should’ve led with that, dunce face. Let’s go.”
Bakugo grabbed the back of Denki’s shirt and dragged him out of his room. “Where to, Pikachu?”
. . .
Denki led him to Sero’s room, where it was evident his friends were stocked and prepped for the apocalypse. Seven bottles of strong liquor were proudly displayed, which was terrible considering they only had one bottle of coke as a mixer. ‘Get me out of here already’ Bakugo couldn’t help but think. Silently he prayed Denki would just electrocute them all.
Mina giggled. “Time for truth or dare!” Eijiro groaned. “Again? We basically know everything already!”
Sero shrugged. “I don’t mind hearing the story about that dentist again, actually.”
“That’s because you forget the punchlines of all jokes you hear ‘cause of all that weed you smoke, tapeface.” Bakugo grumbled.
“Toosh.”
“Ya mean touché?”
. . .
Four glasses of strong mixed drinks deep, and it seemed like Mina was getting her way anyway. Bakugo’s head was pounding, his phone was somewhere in the void of Sero’s laundry basket (he didn’t dare to reach in and grab it), and Denki was proudly rapping the wrong lyrics to The Spins.
“Truth or dare to Denki!” Mina yelled.
In between his horrible off-putting singing he found time to say dare. “I dare you to stop singing!” Mina poked his sides, at which he took on a shrimp-like shape and yelped. “Awh come onnnn! I’m not that bad!”
“Nah mate, you’re worse.” Sero scoffed. Denki sulked.
“Now that all of us are ready, it’s time for the real dirt to come up! It’s time for–” she rapped her fingers on the first bottle they had ever finished off together in first year and was passed around like a trophy, “Truth or drink!”
“Now that is a game I can get behind,” Sero laughed. Sero was known for his dare-avoidant behaviour. ‘And fair, these idiots’ dares suck bad’
After a few rounds in which groundbreaking secrets were revealed (Denki had licked one of Mineta’s grape balls to see if they’d actually taste like grape during a battle once, Eijiro went through five pots of gel a month and during Mina’s quirk manifestation she had licked her own acid which apparently didn’t taste great) it was Mina’s turn. The friends usually avoided Mina, because the girl was relentless.
“Truth or drink to Bakugo!”
Bakugo, who was barely sitting up straight, opened his eyes. “Truuuth!” he answered. “Bet you can’t get shit on me!”
Mina grinned. Evilly.
“Who do you like?” she asked, a fake niceness evident in her voice. Her smile said it all. This was going to be discussed in the girl group chat.
“I don’t like anyone,” he replied. Mina groaned exasperatedly. Denki shook his head. “Everyone likes someone, man,” he said.
Bakugo raised a brow. “Yeah man, sure. Who do you like, then?”
Denki’s face flushed. “No one!” he squeaked. Bakugo smirked. “Sure, won’t mind if I say Jirou, then?”
Mina cackled. “Oh my god! You like Jirou?!”
Bakugo shot up. “NO! No! I like uh– I like Y/n,” he misspoke
Fuck.
Fuck.
Chapter 3: 2, spill
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The next day, Mina busted through the door of Y/n’s dorm. The poor girl, who had been making homework, shrieked and jumped out of her chair. “Good Might, Mina!”
The pink girl had a broad smile plastered all over her face.
Y/n quirked a brow. “What’s going on?” she asked with evident suspicion. Mina cackled, and loudly shut the door. “Guess what!” she sang, while making a home out of Y/n’s bed. “Someone has a little crush on you!” she spilled.
“Pfft, who are you kidding.”
Mina gasped. “No! I’m serious! He told us himself!” Y/n put her pen down. “Who did?”
“Katsuki Bakugo!”
A loud, maniacal laugh made it’s way out of Y/n’s throat. “I gotta give it to you, you’re hilarious! What the fuck!”
Mina’s face dropped. “I’m not kidding, girl. Last night when you were at your parents’ place with the Todorokis, we had a little game nigh–”
Y/n gasped. “Without me? How dare you!”
“-I know, I know. It was so last minute! Anyway, Denki magically convinced Bakugou to come, and he actually joined truth or dare. In which I asked him who his crush was, and he said it was you.”
Y/n’s stomach dropped. “You’re not actually serious. He hates me, capital H.”
Mina giggled. “That’s what I thought too! But you know, with Bakugou it kind of makes sense! I mean, he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to actually express his emotions properly. He never says he likes us but I know he does,” she explained. She dug through her purse. “Can’t ever find my damned lipgloss,” she complained.
“Here, borrow mine. Still I call bullshit.” Y/n chuckled.
“Alright, let’s bet on it. I bet nine thousand Yen he’s going to ask you out and confess within three months!”
“You’re absolutely insane. But sure. Bet.”
. . .
“Why didn’t you tell us you liked her? We literally could’ve set you up!” Eijiro exclaimed. Bakugo groaned. “I’m telling you, I don’t like her! I was drunk!”
Eijiro nodded suspiciously. “Yeah, right. Because alcohol usually makes you a liar. It’s like a truth quirk hits you every time we drink!”
Okay, Bakugo couldn’t argue with that. He barely ever joined, but if he did, it usually ended in him telling his friends things he didn’t want them to know.
Denki huffed. “Alright. Given you’re too chicken to admit you like her, I’ll make you a deal. I bet three thousand yen that Sero can successfully ask her out before you do.”
Bakugo’s eye twitched. “Yeah? Well, I bet he’s a fucking pussy and I’ll do it first.”
A loud laugh came from Denki. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”
. . .
Bakugo didn’t know what came over him to say Y/n’s name. He hated her guts. She was always soft spoken, treated him like a wounded puppy and was so absurdly sweet, it became suspicious. He didn’t trust the girl at all.
Sure, she was pretty. Quite beautiful, actua—’Shit. Get a grip.’
She was mediocre.
Or at least, that’s what the boy told himself.
Y/n had been in his life for quite some time. Somewhere during elementary school, she’d joined his class. His quirk had manifested around two years earlier, so he was the coolest kid around.
Not that she cared.
Her first day, she stuck around that stupid idiot Izuku. And she did so for many years more. He tried to get her attention so often. But it seemed she was too busy being buddy buddy with the green haired freak. ‘He doesn’t even have a quirk!’
After a few years, he’d given up. No use trying to save those that don’t want to be saved, he thought.
Still, the girl was never far from his mind.
Chapter 4: 3, the list
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Unbeknownst to either Bakugo or Y/n, their friends were in conclave.
“Everyone shut up!” Mina yelled at the chattering teens. “We know Bakugo likes Y/n, but how do we get him to ask her out?”
Jirou tapped her lip. “We could make a list,” she offered. “We’ll try different ways of getting them together!”
Kaminari shot up. “We should make this an investigation! Let’s call it ‘Mission Bakugo and Y/n’!” Kirishima groaned. “Bro, that’s so lame. It’d be a Mission Impossible if it was anything.”
“Bakugo is never going to ask her out,” Sero said.
“But we could record us trying to get him to,” Kaminari grinned. “And when they’re finally together we’ll show them the video!”
“But how do we get her burning hatred to turn into a crush?”
. . .
After a long forty-five minutes of heated discussion, the group had made a list.
‘HOW TO MAKE BAKUGO ASK Y/N OUT’
- pay him! (who even has money for that?)
- seven minutes in heaven! (he would never join)
- give Y/N Mina’s sexiest dress! (where would she even wear it?)
- piss him off by betting! (already in progress)
- forced proximity at parties! (ask Momo)
- have him save her! (from a villain or Mineta?)
“Now all we have to do is wait!” Kaminari laughed maniacally.
. . .
Bakugo was pissed. If his friends didn’t believe he could ask a girl out, he’d do anything to prove them wrong. But Y/n? That was just cruel. She was stuck up, a cruel bitch and above all, really damn good.
How would he even go about it? The thought of talking to her already repulsed him. How would he ask her out, sit through a date, and deal with the aftermath without puking?
No, Bakugo would find a way. He always did. As long as he beat Sero to it.
. . .
Y/n hadn’t seen Mina in about three hours. School had already finished, so where was she? Finding her contact, she quickly pressed call. ‘Barbie Girl’ sounded from behind Jirou’s door. Aha.
“Ah fuck!” a muffled voice said from behind the door.
Chatter sounded from Jirou’s room. Who was in there? Was it all of her friends again, except for her? Y/n hid behind the corner as she saw all her friends pour out the door.
“Alright guys, remember! Don’t tell Y/n about the bet!”
What the fuck.
Chapter 5: 4, the evil plan
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Okay, so her friends had all made a bet. But what on earth had they bet on? Her phone dinged. Mina.
Mina: Hey girl! Party @ Momo’s tmr. You game?
sent 22:39
Y/n sighed, but an evil plan was slowly forming in her mind. Drunk Mina could never keep a secret, and sober Mina could never stay sober at a party.
You: ofc, you bet.
sent 22:40
Mina: haha wym bet
sent 22:40, read 22:40
With that, she left Mina to her own troubled mind. Her secret was already aching to make itself known.
. . .
When Saturday rolled around, the entire class was busy prepping for Momo’s party. It’d be at her house as usual, which meant they had two whole floors to themselves including a heated pool and bar.
Y/n sat on Mina’s bed with a smug smile. Tonight, her evil plan would come in action. She’d figure out what the bet was, and find out a way to take all the money placed in bets.
Little did she know, Mina had her own masterplan. Sero had bet against Bakugo that he wouldn’t ask her out before he did (obvious bait), and she would cross some things off the list. Specifically, giving Y/n her sexiest dress. And so it was.
She’d forced Y/n into a beautiful skimpy red dress, which Bakugo was guaranteed to do a double take over. Mina’s jaw dropped. “Honey, you look like an eight-course meal of fine dining and a million fucking bucks.”
Y/n grinned. “Thank you! all thanks to you, though.”
“Honey, you don’t have me to thank for those curves. You can thank your mama for that.”
. . .
Momo’s house was lit in purple and red LED-lights, with a loud beat thumping inside. Mina and Y/n stood in front of the stunning mansion, just taking it all in. They both had bottles of Absolut Vodka stuffed in their bags, ready to slip them into the punch bowls. Not that anybody was against that. In fact, they were all counting on it.
From the windows, they could see some classmates dancing. A few students from other courses were there as well, together with a limited amount of friends from outside of UA.
Mina grabbed Y/n’s hands. “Alright girl. Remember what I said about Bakugo? He’ll ask you out tonight. I bet on it.”
Y/n’s mind pinged with an idea. “I bet that I’ll ask him out first.”
Mina’s eyes went wide. “Seriously? Alright then,” she laughed.
“And I sincerely pray that Kirishima and you will finally go past the whole ‘I don’t know’-phase. Seriously, it’s getting boring,” Y/n complained.
“Ugh. Tell me about it.”
. . .
The bass completely destroyed Y/n’s eardrums. Mina was busy conversing with Setsuna, who honestly just looked like she was praying again.
Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero sat on one of the sofas along the wall, but Bakugo was nowhere to be seen. ‘Where on earth is he? Mina said he’d be here.’
A light touch tapped her shoulder.
. . .
“He’s going in boys! Mission Impossible hs started!” Kaminari said excitedly with a crappy digicam in his hand. From a distance, they could see the usually angry blond approach his crush. “She looks great. You see him checking her out, huh?” Sero smirked.
The camera was suddenly pushed in Sero’s face. “He hasn’t even asked her out yet, but he has competition!”
. . .
“Uh, hey.” Bakugo awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
“Hi,” Y/n smiled. Bakugo gulped. “You look pretty,” he said. Against his will.
A small blush creeped up Y/n’s neck. “Thank you, you look handsome.”
And he did. He was wearing a black blouse and slacks. Very simple, but classy.
“Would you–”
“Can I–”
They started talking at the same time, after which a small giggle left her mouth.
“You go first,” he said. He looked like he wanted to leave. Desperately.
“Okay. I know you don’t have a crush on me. In fact I know you fucking despise me,” Y/n whispered, “but I also know there’s bets going on. How about we work together for a bit to earn some money and show those idiots we’re smarter than them?”
Bakugo was taken aback. Not only had she leaned in and pressed her hands against his chest, but she was also whispering into his ear. He could feel the warm air against his neck, gaining goosebumps on his back.
He smirked. “I think you’re speaking my language,” he whispered back.
Chapter 6: 5, deal
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Bakugo was suddenly kind of regretting overdoing the whole hating thing. He could see himself getting used to her being close to him. Why was he thinking like this? He was supposed to hate her. So why was he suddenly so taken with her?
Was it the fact she was actually strong, and one of the few people he saw as an equal? Was it her obviously stunning appearance? Was it her soft, but calculated personality? It couldn’t be any of those.
No, he hated her still.
So why had his heart fluttered just now?
“C’mon, we need to discuss this in a more private place,” Y/n said. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door, through the hall and outside.
. . .
Kaminari jumped up. “Mission Impossible has exited the battle ground! Scale the building for further evidence and updates!”
“Sit your ass down,” Sero laughed.
. . .
“So I’m guessing they made a bet with you too?” Y/n asked him. Bakugo nodded. “Denki bet that Sero would ask you out first.”
“Pfft. Mina bet that you’d ask me out tonight, and I bet that I’d ask you first.” Y/n explained. “So how do we earn the most money?”
Bakugo stretched his arms. “I say we told them I asked you out first. Can’t have Sero thinking I failed.”
Y/n rolled her eyes. “That’s stupid–”
“-You calling me fucking stupid?”
“Yes I am! Isn’t it smarter to say that I asked you? I’d win against Mina, and you could tell Sero that you did it faster anyway.”
“Hm. That sounds fine. I’d get three thousand Yen.” Bakugo laughed. “And the glory of that stupid look on Dunceface’s face.”
Y/n smirked. “Alright. I’m getting nine thousand Yen from Mina. We’ll evenly split, so we both earn six thousand Yen. Just so you know I don’t do it for the money. I just want to beat those motherfuckers. Deal?”
Bakugo laughed. Actually laughed. Out loud.
“Deal.”
Chapter 7: 6, bet
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“Hold my hand.” Y/n said quickly, as they stood in front of Momo’s door again.
“Wait, what?”
“Just do it, idiot. It’s so they see” she sneered.
Bakugo’s hands were sweaty and warm. “Are your hands always this sweaty or are you just really nervous?” Y/n asked.
“Always this sweaty. Not really nervous, but about to be really drunk.” Bakugo replied.
“I thought you didn’t drink?”
“I thought so too. I’m gonna need it tonight.”
. . .
When they reached their friends, Bakugo sat down next to Denki. “Pay up man. I mean she asked me first but I’m faster than Sero’s slow ass.” Denki groaned, but handed him the money anyway.
Y/n found Mina. Mina already had the cash in her hand, and pretended to wipe away a tear, followed by a wink.
. . .
The punch was delicious. Before Mina and Y/n dunked in their bottles of vodka, that was. “I bet that you two won’t kiss tonight,” Mina said with a calculated tone.
Y/n shrugged. ‘Fuck. He will never want to kiss me! But I do want money. And maybe kissing him wouldn’t be so bad… Shit. Let’s just pray for the best.’
“Bet.”
. . .
While the girls were getting drinks, Bakugo and the rest stayed behind. “So. I bet that you two won’t kiss tonight,” Sero smirked, taking a swig of his cerveza.
Bakugo’s eyes widened. ‘Oh fuck. She hates me. She’ll never agree to it. Kissing her won’t be too bad, though…’
“Bet.”
. . .
Bakugo was tipsy. Very tipsy. His semi-sober mind was working in wondrous ways, as he had found Y/n on the dancefloor.
“Bakugo! Dance with me!”
‘Shit. Y/n is drunk.’
“Tch. I don’t fucking dance.”
Bakugo did in fact, dance. He was stiff, but the movement slowly improved. Y/n laughed loudly. “Have you ever danced before?” she yelled over the loud music. Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Shut up!”
‘Shit. The kissing bet. How do I tell him?’
‘Oh no. How do I tell her I want— have to kiss her?’
Chapter 8: 8, whole world
Notes:
pls point out plot holes lmao
give me tips
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Y/n had grabbed his face before he even had the chance to make a move. Her lips were on his, still. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and his body went rigid. Until she sighed. His arms slowly wrapped around her waist, as he slowly kissed back.
His eyes closed. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was her. But his heart fluttered. Definitely the alcohol. Until her tongue flicked at his lips. Definitely her. It was only her.
Since when had it been her? Was it when she first joined his elementary school? Was it when they both went to UA? Was it when they had their first real battle, and she actually beat him?
He deepened the kiss, and she angled her face to reach better. His hands held her tightly, one hand on her back, and one gradually moving lower. She smiled.
His whole world just imploded and rewritten itself, centering one thing. Her. All those feelings he never admitted weren’t hate, the stolen glances he took ‘just because’, the banter; sealed with a kiss.
This kiss which would never have the meaning he wanted it to. Feelings he could never admit, because this was fake. This was for a bet.
But he allowed himself to enjoy it.
And that’s where he sealed his fate; to have and to hold, an unrequited crush.
. . .
This was ecstasy. This was pure bliss. This was all she’d imagined, and more. His hands slowly travelling over her body pressed against his, her hands on his warm face and neck, and a soft moan slipping from his mouth.
She didn’t think she’d ever want to kiss someone else again. Because they didn’t smile like his rare smiles. They didn’t smell like his burnt caramel. She would never feel like this again. If this was infinity, she’d happily stay there.
‘This is for bet,’ she reminded herself. But her own warnings went unheeded. She was lost in him.
Could this actually be real?
. . .
When they pulled back, it was because they both couldn’t stop grinning. His arms were still wrapped tightly around her waist, and she was still leaning into him.
And as he looked in her eyes, it became clear. His mind fog cleared up, all his aches disappeared, all his troubles and doubts diminished. This was—
Oh.
Oh.
Chapter 9: 8, after
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The ride back to the dorms was filled with loud laughter and chatter. The teens were all shitfaced drunk, and Y/n was sure that Momo’s chauffeur was absolutely done with them.
Bakugo and Y/n sat next to each other, being the only two teens not talking. Instead, they stole glances at the other. Their hands touched slightly whenever the bus shook, but neither pulled away. Instead, Bakugo slowly reached with his pinky, slowly interlacing it with hers. He could see her smile from the corner of his eye.
. . .
Kaminari liked to call himself Bond. James Bond.
Not only had he successfully trapped two his friends in irresistible bets to get them together, he’d successfully taped it too. He’d filmed their first dance, kiss, and now? They were metaphorically dancing around each other and holding pinkies. He was never going to let this go.
. . .
When the group arrived at the dorms at 3AM, everyone stumbled around the halls and kitchen.
Bakugo still helplessly held onto Y/n’s pinky. His world was shaken by the alcohol still, and the bus ride didn’t help. He could feel his stomach flipping. “L/n? I think I might puke.”
. . .
Bakugo hung over Y/n’s toilet, his head was already pounding and his stomach flipped again. He retched.
Y/n set down a glass of water next to him, and slowly rubbed his back. “C’mon, get it out.”
After he was done, the boy was out cold. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Y/n dragged his arms out from underneath him. ‘Since when were they so toned?’. She cleaned the puke off his face with a warm towel, which she just discarded in the trash. She was never using that again.
Then, the impossible task of moving his body. He might look good, but he was heavy. “Fatass,” she mumbled.
“I’m not— not fat!” somehow made it’s way out of his mouth. “Great! Now that you’re awake, stand up!”
Not that easy. The boy stumbled as he got up, practically launched himself through her room and landed straight on her bed.
Ugh.
Chapter 10: 9, can't stand you
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When Y/n woke up, her head was throbbing with ache.
Something warm was wrapped around her, and she was sure it wasn’t her blanket. After all, what blanket snored and had a heartbeat?
She silently turned her head to find by far the most shocking sight she’d ever seen in her life (and she’d seen much). Katsuki Bakugo, her one and only hate, was wrapped around her.
Yuck.
What on earth was going on? Slowly, events of last night filled her head. The betting, the deal that they’d made, the kiss— The kiss. Had it meant anything? It couldn’t. The two had never gotten along. In their first year, he’d told her she’d be better off dead buried next to Deku. He’d never once uttered anything remotely positive to her, even when she’d tried so hard to stay cool and be nice to him. All paid back with hateful comments and sharp punches dedicated to kill her. He’d actually tried to blow her head off once.
So why had it felt so… good? Like they matched?
It wasn’t true. She hated him, too. Slipped milk and sugar in his spicy noodles on a weekly basis. He pissed her off to the maximum, and she didn’t even know what she’d done wrong in the first place. It was like he was dead-set on hating her regardless of what she did. So, she started hating him too.
‘He actually looks pretty cute when he’s sleeping,’ Y/n thought as she quietly snapped a picture. The poor boy just kept on snoring.
She slipped out of his grasp. “Five… more minutes…” he sleepily drowled, his hands grasping at air. Y/n pushed her pillow in his arms, hoping it’d shut him up. His arms wrapped tightly around it, so she silently slipped out of her room.
. . .
“Guess what!” Y/n yelled as she entered Mina’s room.
Mina’s head popped up. And so did… Kirishima’s?
“Oh my fucking god.” Y/n slowly said, a grin spreading from ear to ear. “Oh my GOD!” Mina’s eyes went wide, and she quickly jumped out of her bed. “No no no! No! No please! No!”
But Y/n had already ran from her room, giggling and laughing like a maniac.
. . .
Breakfast was awkward. Mina kept her ‘keep-your-mouth-shut’ look on at all times, Kirishima’s face was the same color as his hair and Bakugo was surprisingly missing.
That was until he walked in, sweaty from a short morning run.
He glared at Y/n, silently grabbed his breakfast and stormed off.
“Good lord,” Kirishima said. “Y’all were so cozy last night!”
“Tell me about it.”
. . .
Bakugo’s dorm door loomed above her. She knocked, before opening the door and waltzing in.
“What’s your problem?” she demanded. He sat at his desk, writing on an assignment. He scoffed. “I don’t have a fucking problem.”
“Yes you fucking do.” She bit.
“You’re my fucking problem. Before last week everything was fine, and now suddenly I’m stuck to you because of some bet? I can’t stand you.” He sneered back.
Y/n laughed silently. “I fucking know that. Just suck it the fuck up! Guess what, I don’t like you either! It doesn’t matter! Proving those idiots wrong at the end while scamming them our of their money does! Now are you in or do you want out like a little wuss?”
“I’m in.”
. . .
Bakugo regretted his words the moment he said them. But they were true! He couldn’t stand her! Or at least, he thought he couldn’t. Saying it to her didn’t help.
Especially not since she followed it up by saying the words he couldn’t bear to hear. She hated him.
Chapter 11: 10, mona lisa smile
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The dreaded time had come. Mina was prepping Y/n for her date with the one and only Katsuki Bakugo. Her one great rival, and biggest hater.
“Are you sure this much mascara isn’t too mu–”
“Shht! Stay still. You’re going to blow him off his feet.”
. . .
“Okay now, remember! You have to smile! S-M-I-L-E! You’re going to look like an ass if you don’t.” Denki accentuated. Kirishima nodded in agreement. “Yeah man, smiling is manly! And give her compliments.”
“Loads of compliments, bro,” Sero added. “Tell her you like her eyes—”
“--More like ass,” Denki interrupted, gaining a slap from Kirishima. “Not manly, Denki.”
“Or her smile! I don’t know, just flatter her. She’ll like that,” Sero followed up.
Bakugo didn’t know how to flatter her. He didn’t even know how he felt, of how to act appropriately around her. “This is the stupidest plan I’ve ever had, I’m not doing it,” he bit out suddenly.
Denki gasped “No! You have to!” Bakugo raised a brow. “Why do I have to, it’s not like we bet on it or something,” he sneered. Denki groaned. “No, idiot. It’s because Y/n is the first and probably the only girl to ever like you. You’re not exactly a ladies man, and you two looked so happy at Momo’s party!”
“Shut up. Fine. I’ll do it, just this once.”
. . .
The museum was almost completely empty. Bakugo had been almost completely silent up until now, letting Y/n explain a bit of the exhibition they were going to see. Not that he actually listened to what she said. He had to admit to himself he was just watching how the sun hit her eyes and face.
“Bakugo?”
He shot up. “Huh? Yeah I agree,” he mumbled quickly. Y/n laughed. “I asked you if you like Van Gogh, dummy.”
Oh. “Uh, I guess? I Like the sunflowers,” he replied, rubbing his neck.
Y/n shrugged. “Who doesn’t, to be honest.”
Now that they could agree on.
. . .
Despite the fact their friends were obviously following them, the two were actually having a pretty fun time. It started off a little awkward due to the kiss, but slowly they warmed up. “This one sucks,” Bakugo laughed, “he has seven sausage-fingers.”
Y/n joined his laughter, but at a slightly lower volume. “It’s by far not the best one we’ve seen today. The next room has some Yoshitomo Nara works, I think you’ll like those,” Y/n tugged on his arm. His bicep flexed almost on instinct, or maybe it was because he wanted to impress her. Either way, she only showed a little Mona Lisa smile.
He did like Yoshitomo Nara. The colors were fun, and the style reminded him of his childhood. Before he became the egotistical prick he was today, that is.
He noticed Y/n’s hand still tucked neatly in his elbow, but frankly he didn’t mind. It was kind of nice. When it slipped out, he found himself disappointed.
Until he found the courage to hold her hand instead. His warm hand contrasted her cold one, and she gave him a squeeze. When he looked over, the Mona Lisa smile had replaced itself with a genuine smile.
Chapter 12: 11, tinnitus
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It had been two weeks since their first date, and things hadn’t settled down at all. In fact, their friends had only been trying harder to get them together. And succeed they did. They’d been on two other dates, and they actually clicked.
Both of them had earned around thirty-thousand Yen, which they were all too happy about. Not only could they pay for their dinners, but they could save up. Above all, they were having the most fun seeing their friends being scammed.
“Pfft, I just got the two thousand from Jirou I told you about. I’ll send you half,” Y/n laughed as she sat on Bakugo’s desk chair. They were on a ‘tutoring date’, and were doing anything but studying. Or at least Y/n wasn’t. Bakugo was already finished.
Y/n had been playing GTA on his PC for the past hour, while rambling about the most random stuff she could think of. “Ugh, my eyes hurt from looking at the screen for so long,” she complained. “Come take a break then,” he said, and picked up a deck of cards from his dresser.
She plopped down next to him on his bed. “Get your feet off,” he grumbled.
An hour later, they had played well over twenty rounds of Spite and Malice, in which they tied.
. . .
Over time, Bakugo started noticing the little things. She tucked her hair behind her ears when she got nervous. She liked spicy food, but couldn’t handle it as well as he could. She barely lied, and if she did it was evident by the stuttering. She collected posters of Van Gogh and her favorite bands, and pursed her lips when displeased.
He knew her blind.
The tone of her voice always betrayed her true feelings, even if her face said otherwise. The weight of her knocks at his door, or her footsteps before opening hers.
Her laughter. It rang in his ears like tinnitus. She was in his mind, his heart and veins. In every step he took, in every thing he did.
She was there.
It angered him. Never, not once, had he felt this way. And he didn’t know what to do.
Chapter 13: 12, ice cream
Chapter Text
It was late in the evening, and most of Y/n’s classmates were asleep. Mina and Y/n however, were going for their second late-night snack. The common rooms were empty, and so was the kitchen.
Mina jumped up on the counter, and swung her legs in the air as she dug into her ice cream. “So, You and Bakugo have been hitting it off recently,” she smirked.
Y/n laughed. “Actually, I have to tell you something,” she said solemnly. Mina’s brow quirked up. “What, are you telling me you’re getting married or something? No wait! I’m too young to be an aunt!” she cried.
Y/n shook her head. “No, none of that crazy stuff. Actually, Bakugo and I know about the whole betting thing.”
“You what?!”
“Yeah, sorry. Uh, we’ve been working together to scam you guys for the money. And to control who of you guys makes the most off of it. That’s why you and Kiri earned so much from Sero and Denki,” Y/n explained. She looked up at Mina expectantly.
Mina sat stunned on the counter. The she burst out laughing. “I knew something was up! You sneaky little– Oh my god. So it was all for a bet?” she asked, smile full of ice cream.
Y/n laughed nervously. “Yeah.”
It was silent for a moment.
“Actually, I think I might like him for real.”
Mina’s eyes went wider than they’d ever been. “No way! Pfft, this is the best romcom I’ve seen in a long while. I mean, falling in love with your fake boyfriend? Who are you kidding, give me a dose of that!”
Y/n smiled. “I don’t think ‘love’ is the word yet. But you know, we’ve spent a lot of time together the past weeks and he’s actually pretty nice.”
“Bakugo? Nice? I’d sooner believe the moon is made of cheese.”
“I’m telling you! He’s actually sweet. Helps me study and all,” Y/n swore. Mina wiped some ice cream off her lip. “I’m happy for you girl. You better tell me when it’s getting official, huh?”
“Of course.”
Chapter 14: 13, eternal flames
Notes:
sorry for the wait! I have an exchange student in my home atm and it takes up a lot of time <3
Chapter Text
The moment Y/n stepped into Bakugo’s dorm, she knew something was off. He didn’t yell when she put her feet up on his bed, or even when she ruffled his hair.
“What’s going on with you?” she asked reluctantly. He huffed. “Nothing.”
Y/n rolled her eyes. “I can clearly see something is up. I’ve been here for ten minutes and you haven’t scolded me once. That’s record time. Apart from that kiss at Momo’s party maybe–”
“-Don’t talk about that.” he cut her off. It suddenly felt like cold water seeped through her clothes. Of course, she’d never made a joke about it before, or even mentioned it, but this was weird. Even for Bakugo.
. . .
Bakugo’s heart was all the way in the core layer of the earth, being swallowed by eternal flames. He didn’t even know why he felt this way. He only knew that her feelings toward him apparently mattered more to him than he thought.
And now here she was, sitting in his dorm like she didn’t just shatter his mind and heart into little pieces. Ruffling his hair. Kicking her feet up on his bed. Egging him on, all for a reaction. But he found that he couldn’t move his lips, for they wouldn’t know what to say. And if he did say something, he’d only fuck it up more.
When she spoke about the kiss, his brain flipped. Memories of it flooded his mind. His arms around her waist, her hands in his hair. God, it had been good.
But to hear her joke about it? He couldn’t handle it. Had it meant nothing to her at all? He knew they were just playing their friends, but he couldn’t help himself. He caught feelings along the way.
‘God, I’m stupid.’
. . .
Bakugo sat in his dorm with Kisihima. They’d been calmly studying, with some friends coming in and out the entire time. It was no surprise that Y/n would show up eventually too. She still didn’t know what was going on with him, and the two had been slightly distant since.
“Came to return that sweater I borrowed,” she said awkwardly. She was standing in the doorway, and he couldn’t find it in himself to look at her. He would break. When she left, he could see her feet and shadow at his door. Like she wanted to say something else.
“You know Eiji, I actually still don’t like her. We know about the bets you made with Denki and Sero. But I still hate her.”