[✔️] 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

When You Don't Kiss Him

Ever since that night, Bakugou had become more obsessed with you in a way that was almost comical. He was always intense, but now his intensity was focused on one thing, kissing you. And you, being the cheeky person you were, had decided to turn it into a challenge. Your new goal was simple: don't give in. Not to his fiery stares, not to the way his lips always seemed to hover near yours, not to the lingering touches he gave when no one else was looking.

And Bakugou? He was absolutely losing his mind.

It started off innocently enough. After training, the two of you were sitting on the couch in the Class 1-A dorm common room, just casually talking. Bakugou's arm rested behind you on the couch, and his eyes flickered toward your lips every few seconds. He leaned in slightly, as if he was going to kiss you, but you turned your head at the last second.

"What the hell, Y/N?" Bakugou muttered, his lips just barely brushing your cheek. He looked at you with narrowed eyes, clearly frustrated but trying to play it off as annoyance.

You grinned mischievously, leaning back into the couch. "What? I didn't do anything."

"Tch. You know damn well what you did," he growled under his breath, his hands twitching like he was trying to control the urge to just grab you and kiss you on the spot.

You merely raised an eyebrow, enjoying his reaction a little too much. "Do I?"

From then on, Bakugou was on a mission. Whenever he could, he would try to steal a kiss, but you were always one step ahead, dodging, teasing, and driving him insane. At school, during training, and even when you were just hanging out, Bakugou became relentless.

One afternoon, after an intense day of training, he was walking you back to your dorm. Bakugou, who had been silent for most of the walk, suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop. His crimson eyes burned into yours, and before you could react, he leaned in again, aiming for a kiss. But just as his lips were about to touch yours, you ducked under his arm, spinning away with a laugh.

"Are you serious right now?!" Bakugou barked, his frustration reaching its peak. He ran a hand through his hair, looking absolutely exasperated. "You've been dodging me all week!"

You shrugged nonchalantly, trying to suppress a smirk. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're driving me nuts, Y/N!" he shouted, though his tone was more desperate than angry this time. His hands balled into fists at his sides, clearly struggling to maintain his cool. "You can't just... not kiss me after what happened! I'm not some damn game."

You chuckled, walking ahead as if his fiery outburst hadn't affected you. "Says the guy who keeps trying to sneak kisses."

Bakugou glared at you, his frustration visible in every fiber of his being. His hands sparked with tiny explosions, his quirk responding to his emotions. "Damn it, Y/N," he muttered under his breath, following after you.

The next day, the whole class noticed Bakugou's strange behavior. He was more agitated than usual-short-tempered, snapping at everyone over the smallest things. Kirishima, being the brave soul that he was, tried to figure out what was going on.

"Yo, Bakugou," Kirishima said during lunch, leaning across the table. "You've been acting kinda weird lately. Everything okay?"

Bakugou shot him a murderous look. "Mind your own damn business, Shitty Hair."

But Kirishima, ever persistent, didn't back down. "C'mon, man, you can talk to me. Is it about Y/N?"

Bakugou stiffened, his eyes flicking to where you were sitting with Mina and Jirou, laughing at something they said. It was currently break-time, meaning you could find the time to visit Class 1-A's classroom, considering you had gotten closer with them throughout the past few weeks with your over-frequent visits in the dorm.

He clenched his fists, trying to keep his cool. "She's pissing me off."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? How?"

Bakugou leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "She's... She won't-" He stopped, his face turning red as he struggled to find the right words. "She won't let me kiss her. Ever since that night, she's been dodging me like it's a game."

Kirishima's eyes widened in surprise before he broke out into a grin, cheeks flustered because of the said topic. "Bro, sounds like she's messing with you. Why don't you just talk to her about it?"

Bakugou shot him a withering glare. "You think I haven't tried?! She's enjoying this way too much."

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. "You've got it bad, man."

That evening, after everyone had gone back to their dorms, you were sitting by Class 1-A's common room, finishing up some homework that was given earlier when Bakugou appeared, standing in front of you with his arms crossed and an uncharacteristically serious look on his face.

"Alright, enough. We're talking," he demanded, his eyes locked on yours.

You tilted your head, pretending to be innocent. "About what?"

"You know damn well about what," Bakugou growled. "Stop playing these games. You're driving me insane, and I'm not gonna put up with it anymore."

You leaned back in the couch, crossing your arms. "Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?"

Without warning, Bakugou stepped forward, grabbing the back of cushion and leaning down until his face was just inches from yours. "Kiss me," he demanded, his voice low and serious.

You stared back at him, your heart racing at how close he was, but you weren't about to give in just yet. "Make me."

Bakugou's eyes darkened, and before you could react, he swooped in, finally capturing your lips with his. The kiss was fierce and demanding, full of the frustration and desire he had been holding back. You tried to resist for a second, but his intensity overwhelmed you, and before you knew it, you were kissing him back just as passionately.

When he finally pulled away, you were both breathing heavily, your face flushed. Bakugou smirked down at you, clearly satisfied with himself. "Not so tough now, are you?"

You rolled your eyes, still catching your breath. "Whatever. You're still obsessed."

"And you love it," he shot back, the smirk never leaving his face.

You couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, maybe I do."