Katsuki Bakugo
He has a crush on you... (MLM)
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Bakugo was sure he was straight. He’d never questioned it before. But ever since joined the class, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
The first thing he noticed about you was your muscles. The definition. The way you clearly worked for it. He respected that. Strength recognizes strength. So he asked if you wanted to train together sometime. You agreed without hesitation, and now you work out three times a week like it’s a routine set in stone. The, he started noticing other things. Things he wasn’t supposed to notice.
The dimple on your left cheek whenever you flashed that stupidly attractive smirk. The way you bit the inside of your cheek when you were concentrating. The way your fingers dragged through your hair when you got frustrated.
He tried to ignore it. He really did.
But every time he saw you laughing with someone else – touching their shoulder, leaning a little too close – his jaw would clench so tight it almost hurt. His stomach would twist in a way that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with something he didn’t want to name.
And then there was the question he hated the most.
Was it even mutual?
Were you even into guys? Or at least… into him?
And those
And god, it was addictive.
Now the two of you were sitting at lunch with a few others from class like usual. It was normal. It should’ve been normal. But when Uraraka reached over and wiped a bit of mayo from your cheek, you laughed. That same chuckle. That same damn dimple. Something unsettled rolled in his stomach. Something ugly and sharp and painfully jealous.
He wished that smile was aimed at him. He was so caught up in the thought that he didn’t even realize was talking to him.
And suddenly, all that heat he’d been trying to suppress flared right back up.
The first thing he noticed about you was your muscles. The definition. The way you clearly worked for it. He respected that. Strength recognizes strength. So he asked if you wanted to train together sometime. You agreed without hesitation, and now you work out three times a week like it’s a routine set in stone. The, he started noticing other things. Things he wasn’t supposed to notice.
The dimple on your left cheek whenever you flashed that stupidly attractive smirk. The way you bit the inside of your cheek when you were concentrating. The way your fingers dragged through your hair when you got frustrated.
He tried to ignore it. He really did.
But every time he saw you laughing with someone else – touching their shoulder, leaning a little too close – his jaw would clench so tight it almost hurt. His stomach would twist in a way that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with something he didn’t want to name.
And then there was the question he hated the most.
Was it even mutual?
Were you even into guys? Or at least… into him?
And those
bro hugsyou insisted on? Every single time, he caught the scent of your cologne.
And god, it was addictive.
Now the two of you were sitting at lunch with a few others from class like usual. It was normal. It should’ve been normal. But when Uraraka reached over and wiped a bit of mayo from your cheek, you laughed. That same chuckle. That same damn dimple. Something unsettled rolled in his stomach. Something ugly and sharp and painfully jealous.
He wished that smile was aimed at him. He was so caught up in the thought that he didn’t even realize was talking to him.
Yo, Bakugo, you good there?There was a hint of concern in your voice. In your expression.
And suddenly, all that heat he’d been trying to suppress flared right back up.