capthawkeye:

bruh idk where this came from but i went over three sentences a little
words: 619; rated: t bc bakugo curses like a sailor 

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Under the blistering heat of the school courtyard, Bakugou muttered colorful expletives, finding his only solace in the crisp, juicy sweetness of an apple. Moments away from another savory bite, his arm was shoved and he could feel himself going through the stages of grief as it almost slipped from his fingertips.

Ready to tear Kirishima a new one, Bakugo stopped when Kirishima nodded towards the flock of girls migrating down the shaded walkway. She walked off-center, like she would rather orbit than burn at the center, all round faced and annoying. Annoying because he perked like a flamingo just by looking at her, irritating because there was stupid “event” happening soon and if he had to take anybody, he grumbled it might as well be her.

And fuck no, he wasn’t waiting out here in the sweltering heat waiting for her like a dumbass. Nonetheless, he shoved his apple into Kirishima’s hands, not breaking eye trance he had on Uraraka as she walked around with her friends, as if the gaze he had on her alone would capture her attention.

Bakugo stood, dusting off his school pants, and half-sprinted half-walked to catch up to her. “Hey, Roun-!” He stopped suddenly, remembering Kirishima’s speech that maybe people don’t like their features to be pointed out as blatantly as he liked to do. What should he call her then? Were they on first name basis? Fuck if he knew. He was in the middle of calling out her name when something hit him in the back of the head. The words “Ow! What in the fuck” blurted out of his mouth, loudly. He looked at the feet around him and picked his half-eaten apple with no redhaired shit heads to be seen.

“Kacchan?”

Bakugo snapped back to the direction he was going and she had turned around too, head tilted in confusion with round eyes to match. “Kacchan?” He parroted with annoyance, associating the moniker with a different infuriating person.

Uraraka momentarily covered her mouth, shielding him an embarrassed smile he wanted to see. “Oh, sorry!” She moved towards him, signaling her friends once to wait for her. “Deku is always calling you Kacchan when he talks about you. He talks about you all the time, so it must’ve stuck.”

“Deku” was another word that incited angry visions of red. He muttered, fingers gripping the apple in hand, “That weak, little-”

“All good things, I promise! But uhm- was there something you needed?”

Yeah, a date. You. Me. That thing. Together. Say yes. But he never actually spoke the words and terse fingers loosed around the fruit. It was like the gears in his head had cooled and his thoughts had frozen over. All he could think to say was “You dropped your apple?”

Her eyebrows knitted together skeptically, looking at the nearly disintegrated apple mush. With laughter lingering in her voice, she replied, “I don’t think that’s mine, Bakugo.” He suddenly missed Kacchan now.

“Right,” he grumbled.

“I have to get going now. I’ll see you around, Bak-”

“You can say Kacchan,” Bakugo interrupted.

Her eyes lit up from her smile, sweet enough to make him sick with butterflies in his stomach. “I’ll see you later then, Kacchan.” She waved as she walked away and he could tell some of the other girls were giggling to themselves before she rejoined the group.

Bakugo turned heel, now super pissed that he not only flopped on that but now his hands were sticky. Kirishima seemed to want to make it worse by taunting him, “You lost your apple, miss.” He flung an arm around Bakugo’s rigid shoulders, barely evading a punch to the gut. He gave him a reassuring shake. “Better luck next time, buddy.”

*pterodactyl screech* this is so amazing!!!!!!