𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 • 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 x 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

3

When the final term rolled around, katsuki bakugou was agitated. he wanted to get back to class not to learn, but to see why the hell that girl wouldn't text anyone or answer any calls. the rest of the break left him frustrated, worried, and nervous. he didn't like the look he saw on her face that night. it caused a pang in his heart that didn't go away all week. the day that they returned from break, katsuki got up even earlier than usual, putting in extra effort to look nice. he grabbed breakfast and left his home without a word to his parents.

the walk to school was consumed by hundreds of thoughts of (y/n). he was worried and it showed. his hands fiddled with the hem of his shirt, and his eyebrows were furrowed the whole walk to school. he couldn't help but ask himself what situation she was in that caused her to react like that. he wanted to know what kind of trauma she had been through for her to be so scared at the sound of someone coming home. and if it really was that bad, why was she still there? why didn't she tell anyone. these thoughts made bakugou scowl, his mind quickly coming up with worst case scenarios, even though he knew he shouldn't.

"hey bakugou!" katsuki turned to see kirishima, probably the only person he cared about in this school other than (y/n). he waved at him and continued to make his way towards the classroom, his heart speeding up at the thought of finally seeing (y/n). when he walked in, there she was. her soft features stared out the window as her hand absentmindedly tapped on the desk. her hair was pulled back with that green hair tie that matched her uniform. katsuki stopped abruptly, taken aback by how beautiful she looked. it was one thing to see her on a skype call, but it was so much better to see her in person. he walked over to her, his face blank in an attempt to hide how concerned he was. she turned to look at him and gave him a bright smile.

"katsuki! how was-" she was interrupted by a gentle hand resting on her face. she watched as katsuki turned it gently, eyes landing on the bruise by her lip that was hastily covered by makeup. her heart skipped a beat and she felt a pit form in her stomach. knowing katsuki, there would be no way he would just leave that alone. he would ask questions, and he would get the truth.

"o-oh... that was from training. don't worry about it!" katsuki scoffed, pulling his hand away from her face. he knew something had happened, and an excuse like that wouldn't stop him from figuring it out.

"cut the shit. your quirk is elasticity how in the hell would you hurt yourself in training," he growled, not once breaking eye contact with the now demure girl. rather than receive a response, she shrugged, her eyes darting to the desk. katsuki watched as she bit her lip firmly, something she always did when she was close to crying. he simply sighed and made his was over to his desk, not wanting to be the reason she shed tears. truth be told, he wanted the opposite. he wanted to be the reason she smiled. he wanted to be the reason she laughed when she looked at her phone. he wanted her to trust him. that's why he was so upset. did she not think he could help?

he thoughts were interrupted by aizawa walking into class, muttering something about how loud and annoying the class was. he scoffed and turned to look out the window. the leaves had left the trees long ago, but the slight amount of frost that coated the branches made up for it. while katsuki enjoyed summer, winter was so beautiful that he couldn't help but love it. the campus seemed like a winter wonderland, snow still covering what used to be grass. he refrained from smiling, even though the gorgeous scenery always put him in a good mood.

suddenly, his train of thoughts was interrupted by a small tap on his shoulder. as he turned to growl at deku, he saw the boy's trembling hand holding out a neatly folded piece of paper. he snatched it and opened it up, seeing a message from none other than (y/n).

"katsuki.
you were right. i didn't get the bruise
from training. meet me on the
rooftop for lunch and i'll try to
explain everything, okay?
(y/n)"

katsuki looked at the piece of paper and frowned, then turned to look at the girl, giving her a slight nod. she smiled at him, making him swivel around quickly before she could see the blush that adorned his cheeks. he smiled softly down at his desk and placed the paper in his pocket, a little flutter in his heart making him bite his lip. (y/n), on the other hand, was dying from the anxiety that consumed her. katsuki was a great guy, but how would he react when she told him the truth? she didn't want to. and so throughout the rest of class, she formulated a lie while katsuki's heart soared at the thought of her finally placing her trust in him.