“Why you — If 𝘸𝘦 went at it you’d 𝘴𝘦𝘦
which of us needs to worry about staying hydrated!”
He barked back, seemingly unwilling to budge an inch.
It didn’t occur to him that she might think he was obnoxious or mean. He was too worried about being seen as weak or soft.
His mouth struggled to stay in a solid scowl, squiggling uncomfortably as she soundly debunked most everything he’d said.
Itsuka Kendo was finally looking his way and talking to 𝘩𝘪𝘮 and Bakugo didn’t know what the hell to do. +
❝..you're planning on running dry and pulling a muscle. drink up, Bakugo. I won't tell anyone you took water from a 1-B student.❞
dropping into her stance again, she shoots him a glance.
❝ if you're training near me,try not to blow anything up. I just bought these shoes. ❞
It was the most he’d anticipated interacting with someone since All Might.
Unfortunately for him, he was prone to overcompensating in such instances; Prone to trying too hard to seem like he didn’t care as much as he did. +
“Damn right it is.”
He agreed, warmed by the lovely mischief in her eyes.
Once he’d lied the villainess down, Bakugo promptly returned with a chalice of pomegranate juice; The fanciest glass he could find for the princess.
“… Save some room for my blood after.”
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀” Why not all of the above in
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that order ? It is my day , after
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀all ! “
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The Villainess flicked her red
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀blushing ears in excitement. It
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀seemed he’s been paying
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀attention to her wants.
⠀
“Who you calling timid?! Think I’m scared of eating sandwiches with you in broad daylight? Think again! What do I care what any of the extras think?”
He huffed back, feigning a little nonchalance.
She said with a smirk.
Hands behind her back, leading him to a nearby bench up further and sat down.
To wipe HIS smirk from his face, she knows exactly how to tick him off to put him in place.
``Red carpet? Well I suppose.``
``Better cherish while I have it for you.`` (😌)
“𝘉𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”
Radiating an aura of malice, she requested that her son’s crush do her bidding in disciplining him.
As if by design, his mother’s words made the boy’s temper flare up anew, a fire stoking within him at the mention of his rival.
“What would she want thanks from 𝘩𝘪𝘮 for?! That Icy Hot bastard would thank you for pressing a damn elevator button for him!” +
“That’s… not why I call her that dammit! Do you ever shut up?! What is it with hags and trying to invent romances?!”
Surely enough, that inspired his mother to look to Yaoyorozu with a most ominous smile. +
“Tch. Like you have to tell me twice!”
He blurted, blushing furiously as suddenly summoned the motivation to get his feet moving again.
“And what’s Princess Villain want after that? Pomegranate juice? Cuddles? Some fresh blood?”
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And that was keeping up
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the feline act, lightly
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hugging his neck in the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ same manner a clinging cat
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ would.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀” Now let’s get this Princess
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ to our room ~ ! “
⠀
“Heh. Sure. Been too long since I last made your head spin anyway.”
He teased her incessantly as he began to make way with her for the bench.
“What was your plan if I was busy? You really went all out. Feel like you rolled out the red carpet for me.”
``Hm!`` U~U
A sassed huff and raised her head.
She brushed herself off, and adjusted her purse on her shoulder.
``If you have time, id love to eat with you, we could go to that bench over there.``
Bakugo was always careful not to invite too much prodding from this one. She was a menace. If he gave her an inch, she was sure to take a mile.
Even so, he was sort of hurting for a sparring partner at the moment.
“You’re not scary, Raccoon Eyes. What do I look like to you, paid entertainment? Unless you find training fun, you’re out of luck. I’m busy.”
He stated bluntly. +
the pink heroine is skating on a slick trail of acid. she spins into a quick pirouette and stops right in front of [𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧].
❝ boo .ᐟ watcha thinking about .ᐣ ❞
she grins.
❝ if you're free, come hang out .ᐟ I need something fun to do .ᐟ ❞
Bakugo lurched back, catching the bottle with a hard squeeze as his own sweat began to multiply.
“Huh?! You think I need help?! You need this WAY more than me, Man Hands!”
He snapped back.
These were his first words to the girl from his favorite commercial.
It was a true blue deer in the headlights moment.
The infamous hothead had tried to act nonchalant about choosing to workout near Class 1-B’s president, but now that he was finally in her sights and had her attention, he was stricken with a panic! +
spotting [𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧], Kendo drops her martial arts stance. she rolls her shoulder and wipes the sweat from her face.
❝ yo .ᐟ getting a workout in too .ᐣ ❞
she walks over, tossing them a cold water bottle.
❝ catch .ᐟ the weather is brutal today .ᐟ ❞
Even so, he wasn’t a graceful loser by any means.
Though stunned in the immediate aftermath, he’d spent much of the time since embarrassed and prone to outbursts in her presence, perhaps overcompensating to seem less rattled.
Hence where they were now… 💧
“Nicer?! The hell for?! It’s MY birthday! I should get to be as rough as I want if anything!”
His senpai had handed him a rather decisive defeat just the other week.
As a result, she’d seen firsthand there was more to him than the armor of bravado he so persistently wore. +