❝ TWENTY TWO | shitty smoothies & nice-ish asshole

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L/N Y/N
at the diner | 2pm

you've had the worst day—no, the worst week, and it's about to get even more worse because you're on your way to meet up with bakugou now.

it's been a horrendous week for many reasons. number one; kaito is still pissed at you for dropping him at the mall last week and has been hostile to you during school and over text. number two; you haven't had any contact with kirishima, kaminari, todoroki or midoriya for the past four days, even jirou isn't texting you and you haven't talked to dabi since he almost kissed you. and finally number three—aka the worst one of them all.

this morning you had to be interrogated by noritaka by yourself because you didn't know if kaminari or todoroki would want to be there after what happened in the group chat. your father was there, but he didn't really help calm you down and you had a horrible gut feeling that the other two detectives in the room aside from noritaka don't believe your story.

if they believed you, they wouldn't have said; "though you were having a panic attack and we couldn't find any traces of anyone there, we'll try our best to catch this person."

you've never heard so much bullshit pour out of someone's mouth.

noritaka seemed to believe you, rolling his eyes not so subtly when one of the detectives had said that to you. he had offered you a small smile before escorting you out of the interrogation room, leaving the muttering detectives on their own where they're probably laughing at your story.

fuckers.

you had told your father that you were meeting up with a....friend of yours and since your father has been highly overprotective of you since you were stalked, he stubbornly sat in his car outside the diner where he'd be able to see everyone who walked in and out.

you are thankful he did. the thought of walking on your own even in the broad daylight had your anxiety beginning to bubble within you.

you open the old door, blowing out a breath as you step into the familiar diner. warmth immediately envelops you in a blanket and the sound of mugs crashing together and the smell of coffee and hot food makes your body relax as your hazy (e/c) eyes scan the diner to see if you can spot the asshole you're meeting.

you find him quickly, sitting down at the same table you guys sat at when you hauled midoriya in.

bakugou is slouched down in the plush seat, fiddling with an empty straw packet in his hands. his black hoodie stands out against the red and white seat and he clearly looks uncomfortable being there. his blonde hair is in its usual messy style and his feet are leisurely lounging on the seat opposite from him, aka your seat.

well, here goes nothing.

you walk over, face stoic and unmoving even when he spots you getting closer to him. you slide into the seat opposite him as he takes away his feet, eyeing your tense form with his sharp vermillion eyes that seem to see through you.

"i uh, got you this shit." bakugou's gruff voice breaks the silence and your eyes widen slightly when he slides a tall glass you didn't even see over to you.

you instantly recognise it as your favourite smoothie, the one you had thrown over him when he pissed you off.

you look up at him with a guarded expression. "i'm glad i didn't have to nag you to buy me one. this is already a step into my good books."

bakugou scowls at you, upper lip pulling back into a sneer. "huh? i'm doing this so i don't have to listen to you fucking whine the whole time you're here for a shitty smoothie."

you raise an eyebrow, taking a long sip of the drink and sighing internally at the relief it gave you. "sure."

bakugou looks like he'd be anywhere but here. he's refusing to look at you, darting his eyes everywhere and huffing every few seconds. he seems... nervous but you can't really tell by the horrific scowl he's showing you. the only emotion you've ever seen, talked or texted him have was anger; pure, unhinged anger.

how this guy was going to become a hero in the future baffles you. he looks absolutely terrifying and needs to mellow out before he can even try to save someone.

you both sit in silence. people come in and out of the diner, making the diner more lively but no conversation starts up between you guys. your patience is wearing thin and you're five seconds away from grabbing a chunk of his blonde hair and demanding an apology but settle further into your seat.

all you've been doing is staring at his totally not handsome face for the past ten minutes.

why is it that all the people who are assholes unfairly good looking? bakugou is a great example of this stigma. his tanned skin is highlighted by the bright light shining down on your table, making his crimson eyes that you could probably drown in stand out even more. his blonde hair looks so soft despite it being spiky and the urge to run your hands through it is becoming extremely annoying.

just think about wrapping your hands around his neck instead.

you cringe outwardly and bakugou gives you a weird look, unaware of your inner turmoil.

to strangle him. none of that kinky shit, (y/n).

when the ash-blond huffs for the millionth time, you finally snap and bury your weird thoughts in the back of your brain. you came here for a somewhat apology and you'd be damned if you don't get one.

"are you going to apologise or keep acting like you have one lung over there?" your snarky tone causes his eyes to narrow at you.

"i'm attempting to apologise, fuckface."

"you haven't said anything." you point out, not bothered by his clenched fists shaking on the table. "i haven't heard a word leave your mouth that suggests you're sorry."

"maybe if you let me talk then you'd fucking hear something," he grunts out, still refusing to look at you.

you slam your open palm on the table, not even making him jump. "i've been sitting here for ten minutes and my smoothie is halfway gone. either hurry up or carry your ass to the counter and get me another smoothie."

bakugou watches you like a hawk, teeth coming down to gnaw on his lower lip as he considers what to do. if you weren't pissed at him, you'd probably be a flustered wreck with the way he's staring at you. again, your lack of contact with people in general have led to you being the most awkward person when you do get complimented or have someone say something heated to you.

now is not the time.

"look," he finally breaks his gaze, option to glare at the table like it caused all his problems. "i know i've been an ass to you since we've talked and i know it's not your fucking fault. that week we met in person i was a— i was a dick to you and it wasn't fair since you kind of helped me find my dumbass friend."

your glare is so fierce that bakugou almost recoils into the collar of his hoodie to avoid your malicious stare.

"but uh, when we met i was just angry at deku getting jumped and being in a situation like that just fucking pissed me off and—"

he stops himself when he sees the way you're gripping the table so hard that your knuckles are turning white.

"what the fuck—"

you cut bakugou off mid sentence without a care in the world.

"you said all that shit to me in person because those two boys pissed you off? you got so pissed off that you took it out on me?"

if he thinks for a second, that that's an apology, you'll probably crack.

it's not the horrible reason that's annoying you, no. it's the annoyed tone he carries in his voice. there's no remorse, no guilt; nothing. it's obvious he's only doing this so midoriya can stop bugging him about it and so that he doesn't feel bad for you even more.

bakugou doesn't understand the effect of his words—that's what's pissing you off.

bakugou's eyebrows furrow in annoyance. "yeah. look, i know it's a shitty reason but—"

"of course it's a shitty reason! that's the most dumbest thing i've heard come out of your fat mouth so far!"

the waitress behind the counter looks at the two of you warily. it probably looks like a couple fighting which will probably be amusing to everyone in the diner. but it was funny to everyone but you. all you wanted to do was knock some sense and empathy into bakugou katsuki's small brain that thought of himself and himself only.

"what about the time you fucking attacked me the first time we texted?" you raged, not even caring how much of a fool you looked like anymore. "how you fucking called me ugly and told me the many reasons i was still a virgin!"

bakugou opens his mouth, ready to argue back but you keep going.

"i know you feel real smug about yourself right now, bakugou. you probably thought you were going to get away with this shit apology. i hope you know that your best friend kept apologising for you because he's a decent human being! i hope you know that i had to be comforted by some fucking fuckboy i met because you made me feel insecure about myself the first time we texted. i hope you know that what you said to me when we took midoriya here fucking hurt me!"

you're spilling too much too him, but you can't stop; couldn't stop now. this week has been horrid and everything has been piling up on your weak shoulders and the horrible interrogation just pushed you over the edge today and it seems like all your stress is being released on the one person who started it all.

"i hope you know that your words have caused me to hate looking at my own reflection, the words that took a few seconds for me to read and a minute to process in my head hurt me so fucking bad. the words you said with no hesitation, no guilt and no remorse whatsoever! you call that an apology? a fucking rock could give me a better one and they don't even fucking talk! you're so full of shit, can you not at least act like you're sorry so i can fucking move on? you fucking dick!"

bakugou is just sitting there, eyes slightly wide as he watches you come undone, processing what he did to you mentally as you collapse into your seat with a shuddering breath. your eyes are glassy, (e/c) eyes filled with so much pain these last few weeks have given you. it's like each week gets worse, wearing you down more and more, chipping away a piece of your heart till there's nothing left.

it hurts.

you dig the heels of your palm into your eyes harshly, refusing to let any tears fall for a second.

"i don't know you, you're a stranger to me. yet your words still affected me horribly and i hate it."

you sniffle, exhaustion setting in as the weight of the day bears down on you. you could really go for a nap even though it's only two thirty. you feel like you need to catch up on a year worth of sleep. your nightmares have been horrible since the night you were 'stalked' and not having anyone to wake up to and hold your hand like kaminari and todoroki did made it even worse.

of course they couldn't do it, but your heart still craved for the comfortable feeling that you had felt when you were in their presence.

you place your head in your arms and lie them on the table, no longer looking at the shell shocked blonde across from you.

"i don't have enough time to say the amount of shits i want to say to describe how shitty this day was."

your voice comes out muffled and you doubt bakugou hears you. hell, you doubt bakugou is still there.

he's probably gone, refusing to be seen with a crazy person who's lying on the diner table looking like someone killed them.

but bakugou is still there, you know that because he speaks up and almost scares the shit out of you.

"uh," his voice is rougher now, but the annoyance in his tone is gone and he sounds a lot more gentler than he was before. "you look like you need another shitty smoothie."

the corners of your lips turn up for the briefest of seconds but you stubbornly force them down.

"i really do. can you get me another one?"

"i'm surprised you didn't fucking attack me to get you one." he grumbles under his breath.

"if you don't get me a new one right now i will throw this one on that really nice hoodie of yours."

bakugou curses and gets up to get you another smoothie while you down the remaining liquid in the one you have in front of you. a headache is beginning to form and you suppress a groan from escaping your lips. the last thing you need is to feel like you've been run over by a million trucks when it's not even halfway through the day yet.

"here." another smoothie is placed in front of you and you snatch it towards you.

bakugou rolls his eyes at the action but doesn't comment on it. instead, he fixes his gaze on you and you notice the way his eyes are almost softer when looking at you, his eyes are no longer crinkled and narrow as if he's pissed at you.

"i don't think before i fucking speak—"

"explains all the dumb shit that spews from your mouth."

you look up at him when he grunts in exasperation. "can i fucking speak?"

"i mean, that's what you're doing right now."

"(l/n), i will fucking kill you."

"alright, alright."

he looks out the window, a faraway look in his eye. "when you texted me that first time, i was a dick. i had gotten in trouble with the school that day and my parents had been up my fucking ass about my behaviour, nagging me and just pissing me off. so i snapped at you in our text messages as a way to let off some steam as the assholes took away the punching bag in my room and there's only so much wall and pillow punching i can do before i get fucking bored."

you listen with rapt attention, staring at his face (to listen to him, not to just admire him. you swear) with a slightly raised eyebrow. again, it was a shitty reason why he snapped at you, but you can tell he's a bit more sincere with you and you can hear the remorseful tone in his rough voice.

you're still annoyed at him though.

"i— fuck, i shouldn't have said that about you and... and i was— fucking hell," bakugou tugs aggressively on the drawstring of his hoodie, scowling as he mutters out his next few words. "i was lying about you not being attractive and not wanting to sleep with you."

he says the last few words so fast that it takes a few seconds for you to process them.

and when they do you can only say with slightly wide eyes; "what?"

bakugou nearly pulls the drawstring out of his hoodie with how harshly he tugs it. "goddamn deaf bitch. i lied about saying you're ugly and shit like that. i lied about saying i didn't want to fucking sleep with you. i was just pissed, alright?"

you gape up at bakugou and nearly scream when you see his red cheeks that are crawling all the way up to his ears. he's obviously embarrassed, he refuses to make eye contact with you for more than ten seconds before looking away again.

you don't have time to comment, because bakugou is plowing on ahead with his red cheeks and embarrassed facial expression.

"i was tense, worried and annoyed at deku getting jumped and dragged into another fight for the millionth time that i snapped—again. i don't know why i said... that, but it was low of me and you didn't deserve it."

your face hardens as you remember his cruel words that had made your heart drop into your stomach.

"i know you thought i was flirting with them because i was desperate," you say quietly, staring at the rim of the glass.

it feels like a shard of glass is stabbed through your already insecure heart when bakugou doesn't deny it, only stares at you blankly and watches how you purse your lips in thought.

"i really was buying you time—" you cut yourself off, furrowing your eyebrows at your words. "no, i don't need to explain myself."

you resist the urge to scream at your emotions. you just need a good sleep.

bakugou clears his throat, bringing your attention back to him. "i won't fucking lie and say i didn't think that. when i arrived, i really did believe you were trying to get their number or land someone easy and use the 'i was buying you time' as an excuse. but the minute i said that aloud, i just— i fucking knew it wasn't true from the way your face dropped and how you snapped at me. i knew i fucking messed up."

"glad you did."

the words came out bitter but bakugou just sighs at them. he leans his head back, crimson eyes lazily tracing your features as he prepares himself to say the two words that seem daunting and heavy on his tongue.

"i'm sorry."

you stare up at him with a blank expression.

"i know it doesn't sound like i am but i'm shit at apologising. i'm really fucking sorry that my words caused you to feel insecure. i didn't mean— i'm just sorry for hurting you. it was low of me and i feel horrible knowing you're fucking insecure when you shouldn't be. i shouldn't have said those things, but i did and i'll fucking regret it."

the tension is so thick between the two of you and you're sure the waitress is probably extremely confused on whatever is going on at the table. you're just staring at bakugou, seeing the soft, sincere emotion in his eyes as he lets you mull over your thoughts.

"i won't forgive you." you break the silence and you swear you see bakugou deflate a little in his seat. "or forget what you said to me."

"i understand," he says gruffly, not looking at you but at his uneven drawstrings. "i wasn't expecting you to accept it anyway—"

"but i'm willing to move on."

bakugou pauses at your words, for once not looking angry but instead completely and utterly confused on what you said.

you don't waver from his intense gaze. "if midoriya can be best friends with you, then i think i can talk to you a bit more."

bakugou frowns at you. "you want to talk to me? me? are you fucking stupid?"

"yeah," you nod along. "i've been stupid since i was born and i've decided to be even more stupider by still talking to you."

"fuck off," bakugou growls but doesn't try deter you from what you're saying.

"no but seriously. i want to move on and i wouldn't mind starting over with you again." you say almost shyly but cough at the end to cover up your blush.

bakugou scowls at you. "i'd just say i want to fuck you this time if we were to start over."

your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets and you choke on your smoothie mid sip. (l/n) (y/n) dies by a hot asshole telling them that he'd straight up like to fuck them! are we surprised? no.

you hate your brain at times.

"okay," you calm down after your choking attack, missing bakugou's eyebrows quirking up in amusement. "maybe start over as in try have a normal text conversation—"

"it's a sex hotline. me saying i want to fuck you is a normal conversation on that app."

"you're making me want to not forgive you even more." the words aren't harsh and true and your small smile gives yourself away.

"what will help you forgive me?" bakugou asks and his tone almost sounds curious but you ignore it, focusing on your almost gone smoothie as an idea forms in your head.

"maybe if you buy me another shitty smoothie for a start?" you ask smoothly, blinking up at him as he stares down at you unamused.

his neck is craned back so he's looking down on you more and you resist the urge to shiver at his dark, crimson gaze that holds so much emotion in them it's almost scary.

"you're a gold digger."

you scowl at him. fucking asshole.

bakugou stands up, money in hand and you barely hear what he grumbles under his breath as he walks up to the counter.

"a good looking gold digger."

well, he's a nice-ish asshole at least.

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i love how i actually forgot about bakugou and pulled this out of my ass to bring him back — queen of plotting i tell you.

my writing is style is waffling and hoping for the best as you can tell

no other update other than the fact my legs are still fucked and look horrific as it genuinely looks like my knee is trying to detach itself from my leg

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