ProHero Bakugou X UA Teacher Reader (best Friends To Lovers)

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 6

Your palms were sweating before you even walked through Minas front door Katsukis gift tucked neatly into your bag that you’d been gripping for dear life. Sleep never came last night, after reading Katsukis simple confession you couldn’t focus on anything else. He may have deleted the text from the chat, but you felt like it’d be burned into your brain for the rest of your life.

“Oh em gee! Merry Christmas love bug?” Mina squeals, her arms reaching to wrap tightly around your neck. She was wearing a Mrs. clause dress, and if you had to bet money you’d bet Kiri was wearing a matching suit. “You look adorable.”

Once a year you’d allow yourself to dress ridiculously in holiday cheer, wanting to feel the cheer you wore instead of dreading the day. Christmas wasn’t a holiday you particularly cared for, especially this year. Christmas just never felt like Christmas.

But today you decided you’d ignore the nagging voice in your head telling you to stay home and embrace the bright red candy cane stripped dress that matched your ruby painted lips. It was simple but effective. Candy canes mean Christmas enough, and if Mina approved you felt honored.

“Thank you, you look cute too Mrs. Clause.” You beam, pulling away to look past her to see the house filled with old classmates and strangers. “Quite the party Mina, how do you know all these people?”

“Mostly coworkers.” With a wave of her hand she leads you through the house, waving and greeting her guests as your hand aches from her grip. Once inside the slightly less crowded kitchen, she pushes you down onto a stool and places her hands on your shoulders to keep you from moving. “Now tell me everything, he’s in love with you?”

You knew she’d care more about Katsukis text than the party bumping around you, but you didn’t expect her to nearly be foaming out the mouth in front of everyone as she begged for details. It’s not like there were any to give anyway, you’d ignored his message while your heart beat painfully fast in your chest.

“We haven’t talked about it. He said he’s coming here, so I figured we would tonight.” Your fave twists in discomfort as your shoulders struggle to hold her weight that’s still pressing down into them. “Mina, ease up. You’re about to crush me.”

“When he gets here, you better forget the rest of us exist.” Her hands pull back, moving to rest on her popped out hip. “Just make sure you make him feel terrible for clocking you first.”

-

The next few hours seemed to blur together agonizingly, you didn’t speak to anyone and no one spoke to you. You hadn’t left your spot in the kitchen, crippled with anxiety knowing at any second you would be confronted with the reality of your feelings and have to come clean. Or at least that’s what you thought.

With every minute that ticked by, you felt yourself growing increasingly more disappointed. It’s been 2 and a half hours and he still hadn’t come to the party he said he’d be at. Instead your old classmates offer uncomfortable waves as they pass you in the kitchen, each time your heart dropping when non of them turn out to be who you’d been waiting for.

When the clock hit 1pm, you decided to call it a night and give it a rest. If he planned on showing up, it wouldn’t be an hour before the party ended, he hated parties but he hated being late even more. He’s not coming and you’d gotten your hopes up for no reason.

“Alright, I’m gonna head out.” Mina could sense the sadness in your voice as you pass her in the living room, but for once she couldn’t think of anything to make sense of the situation. He stood you up, and even to her it was obvious. “New years at my place right?”

“Yep! Me and Kiri will bring the champagne.”

The clock on your night stand read 10:28pm when you entered the darkness of your bedroom. Your limbs feeling like weights, dragging behind you as you make your way to the plush comfort of your mattress. All you wanted right now was sleep, and it was just seconds away.

Your exhaustion prevented you from caring about the heels still secured around your ankles, or the bag you land on with a thud. You looked ridiculous but the sad ache in your chest made you feel ridiculous. You’d been mad at him just days ago, now he was ditching you before you could even forgive him.

On the drive over you bit at your lip until it bled, the bitter taste of the iron pouring from the skin was the only temporary distraction you had from what was really bothering you. A thousand questions played in your head as you half paid attention to street lights and cheerful pedestrians. But one question in particular had bothered you more than the others, enough to cause your stomach drop and cheeks to flush.

What if he sent the ‘I’m In love with you’ text to you by mistake and he’d meant to send it to whoever he’d been ditching you for tonight?

-

A light brush against your ankle pulls you fearfully from your sleep. You’d been dreaming peacefully about a typical day at work, your students all giggling and laughing at a meme one of them had posted in the classroom discussion chat- but it was ruined by someone breaking into your apartment to- tickle your ankle?

“Hold still, I’m just tryna get these damn things off of you.” Relive replaces your previous confusion and fear, seeing Katsuki holding your foot delicately while working to undo your heels buckle. “Change into something warmer than that ugly ass dress, I’m gonna take you somewhere.”

“What?” Still half asleep, you let him slide the heels off and fall to the floor below. How could he expect you to follow his order after not showing up? “Don’t touch me.”

You felt overwhelmed, seeing him standing casually at the foot of your bed with an unreadable expression on his face as he stares down at your sleepy figure. You hadn’t seen him in an entire month, but now he was here, in you bedroom. Because he let himself in.

“You need to give me my door key back.” You huff when he doesn’t move. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Your gifts in my purse, take it and leave.”

Of course you’d originally planned to watch him open the thoughtful gift you’d gotten him in August, but you still couldn’t stop imagining him with someone else as you pathetically waited for him to show up. Was he holding her feet in his lap while they watched Jim Carrys Grinch? Or did she toss popcorn at his head as he dozed off every few minutes? Was he doing all the things you wished you’d been doing?

“Then you won’t get your gift.” He shrugs, watching you struggle to sit yourself up without flashing him. “You’ve been talkin about it so I think-.”

“I don’t care about a present! I don’t.” All you wanted tonight was to sort out this uncomfortable and hurtful pulling in your chest that hadn’t stopped in over a month. His gift meant nothing, especially when he didn’t even care he’d done it again. “You lied to me, again. You weren’t there, again. I waited for you for hours again.”

“Then you show up to my apartment and let yourself in. Not even saying sorry or trying to explain why you had me feeling stupid sitting by myself, fighting back tears because you were probably out with some fucking girl again.”

His eyes widen, not expecting you to disagree or confront his lack of attendance. It was sad, but you enjoyed watching his mouth mimicking a fish out of water, not knowing what to say to your half assed confession. Yes, you’d been waiting for him and yes him seeing another person while you waited made you burn with envy.

“I-I wasn’t.” Is all he says, earning a scoff from your chest. Like you’d believe him now, being blocked for a month and stood up the day you were supposed to see him? “I wasn’t, and I know why you don’t believe me- and I hate that I did that to you, but I can explain.”

“I don’t wanna hear it Kats.” Reaching into your purse that you’d previously been sleeping on, you grab his gift and reach it out to him. His heart sank seeing the way your eyes couldn’t meet his, but he takes the small wrapped gift nonetheless. “See you around.”

“I needed help, she took too long and I had to find somewhere last minute. I didn’t ditch you on purpose.” His hand runs through his hair that looked like he’d already been pulling at it, all while making things worse for himself. “I can’t even explain because you won’t come with me to see for yourself.”

“Shouldn’t you be asking her?”

“My mother?”

That’s how you ended up wrapped in the jacket he’d lent you the night he blocked you, shuffling across the parking lot behind him. You don’t miss the way he looks over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure you’re still there, and if you weren’t so cold you may have blushed. Angry at him or not, you’d grown to crave his attention, and after a month without it- it felt like foreign territory.

“The hag gave me shit all damn day, so keep that in mind.” He seemed nervous as he pulled open the passanger door, waving his hand to gesture you to enter. When you take your seat, you flush- the previously mentioned cold gone and replaced with a warm heat in your neck. “She spelled it wrong and I had to call around to find more and believe it or not almost nothing is open on Christmas.”

You can’t do anything but stare at the reason he couldn’t make the holiday party. Your chest bubbling with excitement and your heart about to explode and run a marathon all at once. It was never a huge deal to you, but clearly it was for him.

On the dash across from the passanger seat was your name, in baby pink letters followed by the words passenger princess.

“Why would you do that?” You finally ask, running your fingers across the letters in shock. This car meant the world to him, and he was ruining it by adding a tacky sticker? “E-even if it bothered me this is too much.”

“No, it’s not.” He closes the door, allowing you a few uninterrupted seconds of silence to process your thoughts. “You’ll never find another thing in this car that doesn’t belong to you or I.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” Even if you hated the earring falling into your lap so much you told Mina and felt sick. “It’s sweet, but it’s not necessary.”

“We’re goin to my office, buckle up.”

-

Neither of you spoke on the car ride to his agency, but you could sense he wanted to. His fingers wrung themselves around the steering wheel over and over until the leather had started to squeak against its thread and made your ears hurt. His posture had slumped dramatically, leaving him to lean against his door as he parks in a spot labeled with his hero name.

It was weird to realize in all the time you’d known him, not once had you been inside his office. You’d met him in the lobby, or in the cafeteria on many occasions, but his office had never been visited. Why was it significant now though?

“She’s with me.” Katsuki calls to a small woman sat in the lobby, her eyebrows pulling together as her mesmerizing golden eyes land on you. “Don’t log it, won’t be here long.”

“Why are we here?” You mange to ask, stepping off the elevator you’d just taken 17 stories. “Am I allowed to be here?”

“Yep.” Which was code for ‘nope’. His finger work quickly to type a code onto the small key pad before he turns to you and opens the door. It wasn’t what you were expecting, to say the least. He always had the biggest and best of everything- but his office was no bigger than your bedroom and only had his desk and a couch directly across from it. “Now ask me why a hero like Dynamite would be put in a random office the size of a closet when he’d been offered a penthouse room with floor to ceiling windows.”

“Uhm, the sun? Maybe? I don’t know?” You couldn’t think of a single reason why he’d choose such a random office if he’d always went on and on about the luxuries he planned for his future office. “Why?”

“You’re afraid of heights. We went to an amusement park one time in highschool and I never forgot.” The door closes behind you, and he makes his way to stand behind his desk, hand reaching for the two framed pictures on either side of his laptop. When he turns them, your heart races all over again. “I have two decorations in this entire room. I’ve been here for years and this is all I cared to have.”

The first photo was a picture of him and his parents at graduation, his cocky smirk playing at his lips as his parent smile proudly. You remember taking the photo and how his mother told you how beautiful you looked in your graduation dress. One that had been a gift from her son, he’d given it to you the night before with heat settling over the bridge of his nose.

The second one, the one that had your mind jumbling and palms sweating- was a photo of you. Not of the two of you together. Not even a group photo with your other friends present. It was just you. He’d taken the photo when he’d accompanied you to a farmers market, at the time you’d of sworn he hated being there, surrounded by all the things that brought you joy. But seeing the photo of you holding a bouquet of flowers with a peaceful smile- maybe you’d been missing his true emotions when he grumbled that you looked fine. When you asked him to send you the photo, he said he deleted it because it was blurry.

“I-I’m not sure what to say.” You were excited, flattered and even honored for him to have your photo on his desk. Knowing he saw it everyday made your eyes shine, and allow you to finally move toward him instead of by the door. “Do you want me to find you more decorations?”

You wanted to be sure you weren’t misreading, maybe he chose the room due to your fear of heights incase he ever needed you to bring him lunch or something. And maybe the picture was just a reminder of your friendship?

“Look, I know how you felt when I blocked you- but I had to give myself time to try to get over you.” He places the photos back in their respective places and joins you on the small couch. “The time I spent not in your life only proved to me I needed to be in it. Everyday I woke up and debated on showing up at UA and dropping to my damn knees in front of those brats just so I could get the point across.”

“What point?” You were holding your breath, ready to hear him vocalize the text he’d sent and unsent that had sent you spiraling. One of his hands settles in your lap, grabbing yours softly, the other moves to tilt your chin up to see his crooked half smile that made you dizzy. “Kats-.”

“I’m in love with you.” His hand on your chin drops, moving to rest on the back of the couch behind you. The other tightens around yours and pulls your interlaced hands to his lap. “I’ve always been in love with you.”

Your heart could literally give out at any second, you read his text but tried to convince yourself it wasn’t meant for you. Were you dreaming? Or was he actually sitting beside you with stars in his eyes?

“You don’t have to say anything, I don’t expect you to unpack all of this after everything I’ve done.” You nod, jaw on the floor as his thumb runs across your knuckles soothingly. “You’d always have a guy around, relationships or flings or what ever you want to call em. So I never said anything, I wanted you to be happy even if it wasn’t with me. I was gonna tell you that night, but when I asked if you enjoyed fuckin with me that night I watched you dancing and you said maybe it pissed me off and I snapped. I’m sorry, for all of it.”

“I said maybe because I did like you giving me your attention, but it wasn’t because I was trying to mess with you.” Did he truly believe you were capable of exploiting his feelings like that? Had you known you’d of never have acted like that. You were just jealous and angry and stupid. “If you’d have told me-.”

“I know, don’t start freakin out.” You were more than freaking out. Your hand would slip from his any second from the sweat pooling between them, you were crashing out. “Raccoon eyes got drunk and probably told me way more than she should have.”

“What did she say?” You’d had so many conversations with Mina about him you’d throw up if he knew half the things you’d said about him. He doesn’t seemed worried or bothered, so maybe she left out the parts that would humiliate you into hiding. “I actually don’t want to know.”

“Just, give this time to settle and we’ll talk about it in a few days.” His hand leaves yours, rubbing against his jeans as he stands to his feet. God that’s embarrassing. “Let’s go, I left your gift on your coffee table.”

“Wait!” He hadn’t even made it to the door, but you panicked. Did he not want to hear what you had to say about any of it? “Are you not curious about what I have to say?”

“If your friends an honest drunk- I’d say I have a pretty good idea.”

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SORRY ITS SO LONG AND SORRY ENDING IS SUCK

I wanted to post a long blurb to apologize for the last one 😅

Also, unfortunately tags are closed for this story. It’s hard to tag so many and it’s part of the reason I’m updating slower, I have to copy and paste them 5 at a time and it takes like 30 minutes bc tumblr crashed 9million times when I do😭😭

I’m sorry and I love you guys 💖

-Parchy💖

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