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samm1e13

1 month ago

Chapter 04.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : -

"We're gonna need a story." Bakugo mumbled as you walked over to him.

"A story?" You tilted your head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"Well they're obviously going to ask us questions in there aren't they?" Bakugo responded dryly, jutting his thumb towards the door, before rolling his eyes at your blatant stupidity. "We gotta come up with a story, dumbass. How we started getting close..." He looked down and gripped his phone tightly, knuckles going white as his voice dropped slightly, "How.. we fell in love..." He finished, meeting your gaze.

Your tongue kissed your teeth as you scratched the back of your neck.

"Okay how about this. You and I hated each other in highschool.” You stood up straighter and failed to notice the way Bakugo bit the inside of his cheek.

‘I never hated you.’

“Which - y’know isn't a lie per say.” You continued, “Now we get close during adulthood cause of uh..." Your voice trails off as you scramble to try and figure out where to take your fake dating cover story.

It's not like you could've said that you and Bakugo were paired up by your PR teams because you were both slipping in the ranks.

Bakugo sighed and spoke up, finishing the story for you. "Rivalry."

You stared blankly at him.

"Rivalry. You know... constantly going up against each other for the number one spot.” He stepped towards you. “And the constant butting heads drew me towards you.” Bakugo’s eyes flickered down your body, “It pissed me off but it was new. Fresh.” before his gaze pulled itself back up to your face, “To have someone who would go head to head with me." He finished, his body mere steps away from your own, his body heat seeping into your own skin.

You stared at him.

Bakugo stared back.

You continued to hold the eye contact before he quickly averted his gaze, the tips of his ears flushing a soft red.

"A-Ahem... anyways. Do we go in?" He stammered, motioning to the door. "After you." Bakugo mumbled, pulling the door open, following in at your heels.

"I'll do the talking. Just. Sit still and look pretty, mkay." You mumbled under your breath.

You didn't catch the way Bakugo froze at your words, and you didn’t catch the way a bright red blush began creeping up his neck.

"It's so lovely that the both of you decided to take the time out of your busy days and even busier schedules to come speak to me!" the interviewer smiles, chipper and naive as they come.

She meets your gaze and smiles.

"Ofcourse!" You say back.

'Well it's not like we got a fucking choice dumbass. It's either this or suffer at the hands of Tommie and his sleep deprived ass.'

You force a smile.

Any more time spent in this small ass room with the smell of caramel seeping into the pores of everything might actually make you go homicidal.

Said source of the scent of sugar had his hand placed awkwardly on your thigh, and it was obvious he was uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. Bakugo was sweating and shifting around in his seat and it was clear to you at least - that the Pro Hero would much rather be somewhere else right now.

Picking up on his nervousness you placed a hand on top of his own.

'I'm here for you.'

Bakugo's eyes flickered to your face, and you smiled softly.

"...They tell me they hate me. And they do this? Is this just them telling me to calm the fuck down. Of course it is Katsuki. Pull yourself together idiot. You gotta make a good impression. Sell a story."

Bakugo exhaled softly and looked up at the interviewer.

"So. What do you wanna know."

Bakugo dropped his bag on his bedroom floor and ran a hand through his hair frustratingly. "What the fuck was that interview..." He grumbled under his breath.

Being a famous hero meant that he had eyes on him all the time.

It came with the job of course.

He was used to the stares and the questions and all of it. He could read the interviewers like a book. It wasn't hard.

But you... You were like some sort of enigma. He just couldn't figure you out. You were strange.

Treating him with so much care and love during the interview. And yet you hated him! You told him yourself! To his face!

But the whole interview… the soft touches, the longing stares, the whole… thing. If Katsuki wasn’t painfully aware of the fact it was all fake, he would’ve believed the whole thing. That you were in love with him.

That you were in love. With him.

“Love… what a fucking joke.”

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