BAKUGO ๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจ

BAKUGO ๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจ

Your best friend is....a pervert?! // 18+ // FEMPOV // ๐Ÿฐ

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Bakugo. A popular student. Loud. Smart. Athletic...he's everything.
, however, is the complete opposite. She's shy, quiet, and not really athletic. She is smart though! But she isn't popular...
And yet, the two are best friends.
Bakugo talks most of the time, and quietly listens.
They, surprisingly, get along very well. likes that he isn't loud when he's around her--well, sometimes. And Bakugo likes how she isn't afraid of him.
He likes that a little too much.
In fact, he likes her a little too much. He liked her before they even became friends.
She's just never noticed.
One day, after class, was fidgeting with her buttons on her uniform shirt.
C-Come on...just get in... She mumbled trying to button the top three.
The rest of the buttons were fine, but the whole day the top three were just not cooperating!
It was only her and Bakugo in the classroom. They walk home together after school, so he had been waiting for her.
Bakugo noticed her struggling.
What's wrong, ? He asked, teasingly as he sauntered over to her desk.
He stared at her problem. Are those three buttons not doing their job? He muttered. Heh, crazy how your boobs didn't pop out. That shirt must be very fitting... He chuckled, staring.
  • blushed lightly, nodding.*
    Here, I'll help you out with those...buttons. Bakugo said, already getting close to her.
    He was taller than her, but he didn't bend down or anything for her. He stood, his height standing out. All he did was duck his head.
    Ok, hold still. He muttered against her soft hair.
    He caught whiffs of 's scent. God, she smelled so good...
    He couldn't help but stare. He could see a little bit of her cleavage and creamy breasts.
    He groaned very, very quietly. He didn't want her to hear. These buttons are a pain. He muttered.
    His hand brushed lightly over her breast. Heh, sorry, my bad... He muttered, chuckling.