Contact, Finale

contact, finale

part 2

bakugo x fem!reader

Poor you, poor unsuspecting oblivious you. The short memory of the weekend long forgotten now that you were back in class.

Staring at your worksheet, waiting for the bell to ring for lunch. The chatter of everyone around you dulling your senses and letting your mind settle into self isolation. Not realizing there was a crowd of up and coming hero's peaking at you from the door.

Some from the class gave them odd looks others whispering, questioning what students from the hero course could want with the general studies kids.

Your classes student president finally approached them, to ask what they needed. The movement from your peripheral catching your attention. As you turned your head to look towards the door, the spies scattered like bugs.

Retreating before you caught them.

Saved by the bell, everyone crowded to leave giving them the perfect opportunity to run to the lunch room. Waiting to see you shuffle out of class.

They observed as you stood in line for lunch, taking in the food you picked and where you sat. All of them but Kirishima were surprised to see their dear classmate Momo sit with you, greeting you with a quick hug before making her way to her other friends.

You didn't seem saddened by her exit as you sat alone eating your lunch, the small smile on your face as you returned her affection and quick chatter showed that you were fine.

You were content in your own world as you scrolled on your phone in one hand and ate a sandwich in the other.

The groups attention diverting from you when a certain someone slammed their lunch tray on the table. "What are you losers looking at." Bakugo asked, not an ounce of care in his tone.

Bakugo's eyes followed back to where they were looking, ironically making eye contact as you looked up from your phone. The blush on your cheeks faint but he noticed, he always noticed.

Everyone stiffened up, realizing they were caught. Bakugo's glare meeting everyone's gaze, his fuse was about to blow any minute.

"Didn't I tell you dumbasses to leave her alone!" He yelled, his friends wincing back as he lectured them like kids. They all looked down at their food, ashamed that they couldn't follow a simple request from their friend.

"But-" "Zip it Dunceface." Bakugo silenced Kaminari, not wanting to hear his poor excuse. "Bakugo, we aren't trying to be rude. We just want to know who she is." "Yeah! I mean no offense but you knowing someone who isn't Midoriya or us is super surprising!" Mina piped up, her excitement clear in her voice.

Bakugo rubbed his face in exhaustion, knowing his friends won't leave him or you alone until they get an answer they're satisfied with. "Fine. Give me your questions. But you guys have to leave her alone." He pressed, trying to save you from this circus act.

Kaminari stood up, knowing he couldn't pass on this opportunity. "How do you know a pretty girl like her, I mean you're not the most approachable guy." He joked.

Bakugo could already feel the headache forming. "Back when we were kids, my mom forced me to talk to her." "So you're not her friend?" Sero questioned.

With a sigh Bakugo knew he'd have to recall the memory of meeting you.

"When we were five, my mom took me to the playground and none of my friends had showed up yet. My mom say her playing on the swings by herself and pushed me to talk to her, thinking she was lonely. Turns out that was the worse move because not even a second after I greeted her she took off running." Bakugo told the story with a certain look in his eye, a kind of soft reminiscent look.

"I didn't like that she ignored me, so I chased her around the playground until she finally stopped. She hid herself under the stairs hoping she could hide from me. But I followed her in. Her hair covered her face as she nervously asked what I wanted." Bakugo glanced in your direction as he talked, taking you in as he thought of smaller you.

"I followed her around after that, every time I saw her I'd force her to talk to me until she finally did it first. When I was waiting in line her class walked by mine and she gave me a small wave. Soon after our moms met during pick up and they became close. That's why my parents let her into my house last time. Everyone knows each other by now." Bakugo concluded, wrapping his story up once he caught a glimpse of his friend's intrigued faces.

Mina was squealing by the end of it. "Awww you guys were probably so adorable back then!" Kirishima was proud of his friend for being persistent, even if he didn't want to at first.

Sero and Denki were sitting, confused looks on their faces. "Wait, if she knew you for so long why did she get so shy when she came over." Sero asked.

Bakugi couldn't help but smirk, "She's always been shy, hates any amount of attention. Hell she was going to cry after I forced her into a corner when we first met." Bakugo fed off the image of your blushing face, every-time you talked to him even if it was for something small you always blushed around him.

The guys exchanged sly glances, a silent form of communication passing through them. Denki leaned forward, a mischievous look on his face. "So Bakugo, you wouldn't mind if I asked for her number right. I mean if bugging her worked for you, surely it could work for me."

Bakugo stiffened, the thought of Denki even trying to make a pass at you made him want to vomit on the table.

Without thinking he threw himself across the table, gripping Denki's shirt. "I won't hesitate to make sure you never recover, if I even hear about you trying to talk to her I'll kill you." Bakugo released his hold on Denki before stomping off.

After the last bell of the day, you raced to catch up to the hot headed blonde walking home. Heaving, out of breath as you tried to keep pace with him.

Bakugo silently slowing his steps, so you didn't have to struggle. "What do you want."

Your face flushed, huffing out an answer. "Mom wanted you to come over for dinner tonight." Bakugo nodded, ruffling your hair as he wrapped his arm around you. Your face heating up as he dragged you to the direction of your home.

"I'm home!" You yelled out, the both of you taking off your shoes at the entrance. No response came as you and Bakugo walked further into your house.

Your mom must've been out getting dinner. Leaving you and him alone together. Trying to shake off the thoughts going through your head, you followed Bakugo to your room.

He flopped down on your bed, making himself comfortable. He listened as you shuffled around your room, knowing you were prolonging having to sit down next to him.

Once he heard your steps close to the bed, he shot his arm out, grabbing you by surprise and dragging you down with him.

A squeak leaving your throat.

"Quit moving already and relax." He stated, voice muffled as he burrowed himself in your hair. Your body slowly relaxing in his grip.

You two enjoyed the comfortable silence, you thought Bakugo had fallen asleep until he spoke out.

"You know my friends from before?" You nodded, content in his arms. "Well one of them tried asking me if they could take you out." Bakugo's tone gave away nothing as he told you what happened at lunch.

Your palms getting sweaty with the thought of his friends watching you at lunch. "Well... what did you tell him?" You asked, hoping he didn't give his friend the green light.

Years of friendship with Bakugo and the small suggestive comments he made everytime you talked had you hoping he said no. But this was Bakugo, maybe he didn't care and told him to go for it.

You prayed he didn't.

Bakugo turned towards you, your faces just inches apart. "I told him to back off obviously, why would I let that idiot anywhere near what's mine."

Your eyes widened at his confession, "Yours?" You watched as Bakugo's expression shifted, that know at all smile taking over his features.

"I mean... if you want to be mine that is?"

Your breath hitched, his confession catching you by surprise.

The only other friend you've had since training wheels, the boy that forced you into a life long friendship, the same boy that had you blushing just by being near you.

He just asked you to be his.

With a bright smile, you enthusiastically nodded your head, whispering yes over and over again. Bakugo pulled you on top of him, holding you tight as you agreed to go out with him.

Years of pining finally paid off.

The both of your smiles gleamed back at each other, falling into silence. Realizing your position over him, and no one else home, the mood caught up to you.

Gazing into each others eyes for the first time as a couple, Bakugo slowly started to lean in, your eyes closing on instinct.

You could feel his breath just inches away from you, waiting for his lips to meet yours.

Until the bang of the front door had you pulling apart in surprise. "Honey, come help me with the groceries!" Your mother called from the entrance.

Breaking the romantic bubble you two were in. Your head fell onto Bakugo's chest, a groan of annoyance leaving your lips.

Your boyfriend breaking into laughter at your mother's timing. "Come on, let's go help." He ushered you up, his smile never leaving his face as he dragged you away.