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[arthemis005]

Wrong person (Pt.2)

The soft morning light filtered into your room as you slowly opened your eyes. Glancing at the clock on your nightstand, you saw that it was already close to one in the afternoon. Your head felt heavy, and you just felt… gross.

The memories of the previous night were hazy—you weren’t even sure how you got home.

As you stepped out of your room, you were met with a familiar face.

“Good morning, sis!” Kirishima greeted you with a warm smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful,” you grumbled.

“Figured,” he chuckled, continuing to prepare what looked like lunch.

You sat down at the table—standing for too long was a struggle at the moment.

“Eiji, do you happen to know what happened last night?” you asked, rubbing your temples. “I remember going to the bar and drinking a little too much, but everything after that is a blur.”

Kirishima sat down beside you and placed two plates on the table.

“Well, I was at a friend’s place last night, so I’m not sure about everything,” he said. You began eating almost aggressively. Whether it was the hangover or something else, it was the best food you’d ever tasted.

“But,” Kirishima continued, “when I got home this morning, I ran into Katsuki—he was just leaving your room.”

You nearly choked. “Bakugou?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Apparently, you texted him last night—thinking he was me—asking to come pick you up. So he brought you home and stayed to make sure you were okay.”

As your brother spoke, the memories began to slowly piece themselves back together—the scent of Bakugou’s car, the sound of his voice... and something else.

The kiss.

You froze. No way... that couldn’t have actually happened. Right?

Was your tired, foggy brain playing tricks on you?

“I see,” you replied quietly, too exhausted to fully process it all.

The weeks that followed were strange, to say the least. Bakugou never talked to you much before, but now it was as if he was going out of his way to completely ignore you.

Even after you’d mustered the courage to text him—just a simple thank-you for bringing you home and taking care of you—he never replied.

You reread the message at least ten times, searching for something wrong. But there wasn’t. It was short, sincere… and ignored.

It was like that night had never happened—like the kiss you shared had been nothing more than something you’d dreamed.

And that hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Weeks had passed. It was Friday afternoon, and the buzzing of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. It was a message from Mina:

Mina: "Heey! Don’t forget about the party tonight at Momo’s! Everyone’s going, and you better not bail 😘"

You had completely forgotten about the end-of-semester party. It hadn’t really been your thing lately—especially with Bakugou avoiding you like the plague—but Mina could be very persistent. And honestly? You needed the distraction.

You replied with a quick "I’ll be there," tossed your phone on the bed, and started getting ready.

Hours later, you arrived. Momo’s house looked gigantic—almost like a mansion—glowing with colorful lights and filled with students laughing, dancing, and finally relaxing after a stressful exam season. The music pulsed through the floor as you stepped inside, scanning the crowd.

Mina found you almost immediately and pulled you into a tight hug.

“You look so hot!” she said, eyeing your outfit with an approving grin. Your choice of clothes was unusual for you, but you had to admit—you looked good.

“Now come on, let’s have some fun! We deserve it.”

You let her drag you to the center of the dance floor, doing your best to get into the mood. For a while, it actually worked. The music, the lights, the energy—it all helped you forget.

Until he walked in.

Bakugou.

Wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, his usual scowl in place. He stood by the entrance, scanning the room until his eyes met yours.

Your heart skipped a beat. You quickly looked away.

You tried to ignore him. You danced, laughed, drank something sweet and sparkling that Mina brought you—and, to your surprise, you actually had fun.

Later in the evening, you slipped away from the bubbling party to catch your breath. The music was muffled behind the doors as you stepped out through the back entrance.

The path ahead led into a beautiful garden, dimly lit by lanterns and moonlight. Looking into the distance, you saw a familiar figure.

As you walked closer, he noticed your presence.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, barely glancing at you before looking straight ahead again. “Shouldn’t you be enjoying the party with everyone else?”

You stopped next to him. “I could ask you the same thing, you know.”

“Tch,” he scoffed. “Didn’t even wanna come. Your stupid brother dragged me here.”

You chuckled. “Yeah… he can be pretty persistent when he wants to be.”

You looked up at the sky. “The moon is beautiful tonight.”

“Yeah… it’s nice,” he replied, quieter this time.

The silence between you hung heavy, broken only by the faint thrum of music drifting from inside the house. The cool night air brushed against your arms, but it wasn’t the cold that made you shiver—it was him. It was this.

Bakugou stood beside you, arms crossed, jaw tight. You could practically feel the tension radiating off him. Something was clawing at him from the inside out, and for once, he wasn’t trying to hide it.

Finally, his voice broke the quiet—rough and low, like the words scraped their way up his throat.

“I’ve been a dick,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to look at him, your brows slightly raised. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “You have.”

He let out a sharp breath, eyes flicking away. “I’m sorry.”

That made you freeze. Hearing Bakugou Katsuki apologize was like watching the sky change color—rare, impossible, and oddly beautiful.

“Why?” you asked softly.

He ran a hand through his hair, gaze fixed on the ground. “Because I didn’t know what else to do. After that night, I didn’t know if you remembered the kiss… and I didn’t want to ask.”

You blinked, your heart skipping. “I did remember. Every second.”

His head snapped up at that, eyes meeting yours—wild, vulnerable, and raw.

“I thought maybe you didn’t,” he said, voice tight. “And if you didn’t… then maybe it hadn’t meant anything to you. And if it had—then I’d have to face that it meant something to me too.”

You took a step closer. “And did it?”

He laughed once, a short, almost bitter sound. “Of course it did. That’s the problem. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. About you.”

You swallowed, feeling the pull between you tighten like a thread. “So why did you ignore me?”

“I didn’t know how to act!” he snapped, then caught himself and softened. “I fucking panicked. Okay?”

You stared at him, heart pounding. “Panicked about what?”

His gaze met yours, unflinching now.

“Because I don’t know how to deal with this. With you.”

Another step brought you close enough to feel his warmth. “Then stop trying to deal with it. Just feel it.”

Your eyes searched his, and something in him broke free.

He reached out, fingers brushing your cheek with a kind of reverence, like he couldn’t believe you were real. You leaned into his touch, your own hand finding the edge of his shirt.

And then, slowly, painfully slowly, he leaned in. His forehead touched yours, noses brushing, breaths mingling. You both paused there—hovering in that moment of tension, of promise.

When his lips finally met yours, it wasn’t rushed or clumsy.

It was deep. Full of all the things he hadn’t said. Full of all the weeks of silence and longing and confusion. His hand cupped your jaw, the other gripping your waist as if anchoring himself to you. You kissed him back just as fiercely, hands curling into his shirt, needing him close—needing this to be real.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he didn’t let you go. His forehead rested against yours, eyes still closed.

“I’m not running anymore,” he whispered.

You smiled, heart pounding. “Good. I was getting tired of chasing you.”

Neither of you moved. The space between you was gone, but it didn’t feel suffocating—it felt right. Like this was where you were always meant to end up.

His eyes searched for yours, a flicker of vulnerability flashing through them. And then, barely audible, like he was afraid the words might break if he said them too loud:

“I… love you.”

You felt your breath catch. Not because you were surprised—but because hearing him say it made your whole chest ache in the best way.

You reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw with a soft laugh. “I love you too, dumbass.”

He let out a low breath, almost like a laugh, almost like relief—and then he kissed you again. This time slower. More certain. Like he meant it.

And you kissed him back, knowing that nothing had ever felt more real.

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Wrong Person (Pt.1)

The bar was crowded, the vibrant music filling the air, and the lights flickered in colorful tones. You looked around, trying to distract yourself. After a tough week at university, all you wanted was to relax and enjoy the night with your best friend, Mina.

However, your plans quickly changed when Mina became enchanted by a guy—tall, handsome, and clearly interested in her.

“Go talk to him!” you encouraged her. It was obvious she wanted to.

“We came here to unwind. I’m not going to leave you alone,” she hesitated.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. We came here to have fun, so go get him, girl,” you smiled, giving her a little push.

She smiled back before making her way toward him.

Not long after, they disappeared into a more private area, out of your sight. Now alone, you tried not to let it bother you. It was true that you had told Mina you didn’t mind, but in reality, the last thing you wanted was to be alone. You attempted to distract yourself—scrolling through your phone, observing the people around you—and, since you were at a bar, you figured you might as well get a drink.

The first one went down easily. The second did too. Before you knew it, the third was on its way. The bitter taste of alcohol barely registered as you focused on feeling less out of place.

However, as the alcohol took effect, a wave of dizziness hit you. The voices around you blurred together, the music pounded in your head, and suddenly, everything felt distant. You tried texting Mina, letting her know you wanted to leave since she was your ride, but after waiting a few minutes with no response, you figured she wouldn’t see your message anytime soon.

The discomfort grew, and you suddenly realized how vulnerable you were. Not knowing what else to do, you decided the right thing was to text your brother so he could come pick you up.

Fumbling with your phone, you scrolled through your contacts. After some difficulty, you finally tapped on his name and typed a message.

"Hey, Eiji. I’m at the bar, and I’m not feeling great. I think I drank too much… Can you come pick me up?"

His response came almost immediately.

"Coming."

You noticed his reply was unusually short. He was usually much more affectionate over text, but maybe he was just annoyed that he had to come pick up his little sister at 2 a.m.

Even so, you sighed in relief. You really didn’t want to be there anymore.

A few minutes later, you spotted a familiar blond-haired boy at the bar’s entrance. His eyes scanned the room, searching, until they locked onto yours. You tried to smile, but with the alcohol clouding your system and your mind in a haze, you figured you probably weren’t doing a great job of it.

He walked over quickly, his expression calm—no sign of judgment.

“Hey, let’s get out of here,” Katsuki said, placing his hands gently on your shoulders.

He started leading you outside, but as soon as you stepped out of the bar, you pulled away, stopping in your tracks and looking at him, annoyed.

“Where do you think you’re taking me? You can’t just drag me anywhere just because you’re Eijiro’s best friend.”

He sighed, turning back to face you.

“You texted me to come pick you up, dumbass.”

You stared at him, confused.

“What? No, I didn’t. I texted my brother.”

Too impatient to deal with you in your drunken state, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and held it up, showing you the message history. And there it was—the same message you thought you had sent to your older brother had actually been sent to his best friend. Your cheeks flushed as you realized your mistake.

“Can we go now?” he asked, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You simply nodded.

He turned his back to you and walked toward his car. Now that you were calmer, you took a proper look at him. He was dressed in comfortable clothes, his shirt slightly crooked—almost as if he had rushed out of the house without even bothering to fix it.

Was he really that worried about you?

The thought lingered in your hazy mind as you followed him to the car. Katsuki wasn’t the type to drop everything for just anyone. He was blunt, impatient, and rarely went out of his way unless it was for someone he truly cared about.

Had he really rushed out just because of your message?

Your gaze drifted back to his slightly disheveled appearance—the messy hair, the crooked shirt, the way his jaw was set, like he was annoyed but still here. Still making sure you were okay.

Maybe, just maybe, he cared more than he let on.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, Bakugou opened the passenger door and waited for you to get in. Obediently, you did as he wanted and sat down. You watched as he walked around the car and got in himself.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a little dizzy.”

He nodded. “If you need to throw up or something, tell me. I don’t want you messing up my car.”

You smiled at his words. It was no surprise to anyone that his car was his most prized possession. But now that you were finally inside it, you understood why. The car was immaculate. Not a single speck of dust, the leather seats looked brand new, and the faint scent of something fresh—maybe citrus or mint—lingered in the air. It was the kind of car you’d expect from someone as meticulous as Bakugou.

You let your fingers glide over the armrest absentmindedly, still feeling the slight buzz from the alcohol in your system. “I get it now,” you murmured.

Bakugou glanced at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “Get what?”

“Why you’re so obsessed with this car. It’s… nice,” you admitted.

He scoffed, but you could see the corner of his lips twitching upward, as if he were suppressing a smirk. “Damn right it is.”

A comfortable silence settled between you as he drove, the soft hum of the engine filling the space. The city lights blurred past the window, and despite the night not going as planned, a strange warmth spread through your chest.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that, even though you had texted the wrong person, Bakugou still came for you.

Not long after, he finally reached your place. Parking the car, he stepped out and walked over to help you.

“Here we go,” he muttered as he steadied you, guiding you up the stairs to the apartment you shared with your brother.

Fumbling with your keys, you unlocked the door and stumbled inside, leaving it open so Bakugou could follow.

“Isn’t Eijiro home?” he asked, glancing around.

You looked around as well, but there was no sign of your brother.

“Oh, that’s right. He’s spending the night at a classmate’s place to finish a project,” you said, suddenly remembering.

“I see,” he muttered.

“Katsuki, can you help me get to my room?” you asked, pointing in its direction.

He nodded and led you there, steadying you when you stumbled slightly. Once inside, you grabbed your pajamas and made your way to the bathroom.

Bakugou sat on the edge of your bed, waiting patiently for you to return. Normally, he would have just left. But for some reason, he was still here.

And strangely, that was comforting.

As the warm water ran over your face, you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering dizziness in your head. Slowly, you changed into your pajamas, exhaustion settling deep into your body. The night had been overwhelming, but knowing that Bakugou was still there, waiting, made it feel a little less lonely.

When you stepped back into your room, he was still sitting on the edge of your bed, scrolling through his phone. At the sound of the door opening, he looked up, his sharp eyes scanning you quickly before nodding in approval.

“Feel better?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, much better.”

He stood up, stretching slightly. “Alright, then. I should probably—”

“Stay,” you interrupted before you could stop yourself.

He froze, raising an eyebrow at you.

You fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. “I mean… just for a bit. You don’t have to, but—”

“Tch.” He rolled his eyes, but instead of leaving, he sat back down. “Fine. Just until you fall asleep.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you climbed into bed, pulling the covers over you. Bakugou leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed, looking like he wasn’t planning to move anytime soon.

The room was quiet except for the occasional sounds of the city outside. The only light came from the moon, casting a soft glow over Bakugou’s face. He looked ethereal—almost unreal—and something shifted inside you.

Sensing your gaze on him, he turned to you. “You know, to sleep, you actually need to close your eyes, idiot,” he muttered.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or something else, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“Thank you for coming to help me,” you whispered, shifting a little closer to him, seeking warmth.

“Whatever. You’re my best friend’s little sister—I couldn’t just leave you there, dumbass.”

You smiled and, before you could think twice, moved even closer.

“What are you—” Before he could finish his sentence, you kissed him.

It was soft, hesitant. But before you could fully savor it, he pulled away. You looked at him, confused.

“Look… you’re drunk. I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret tomorrow,” he said, looking away—but you caught the redness creeping onto the tips of his ears.

You smiled, nodding in understanding before curling up under the blankets. Your eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion and alcohol finally catching up to you.

Just as you drifted off, you felt the mattress shift slightly, a warmth settling beside you.

Maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t texted the wrong person after all.

[arthemis005]

the urge to write when i have to do school work 😭😭

[arthemis005]

A DANCE

The entrance hall of the dorms was elegantly decorated. Although the party had been hastily organized, after much pleading with the professors and the principal, claiming it would be a good way to take the students' minds off the recent villain attacks and give them a little break, it was still reasonably presentable for something put together by a small group of people. There were lights of various colors, large tables where dinner would be served, and in the middle, a huge empty space that would later be filled with students enjoying the music.

You looked at your watch—7:10 PM. In 20 minutes, the students were expected to start arriving. You took one last look around to make sure everything was ready. Since you were one of the most vocal advocates for this event, and being part of the Economics course, the professors had put you in charge of the project.

“What do you think, Miss Class President?”

You turned around to see one of your classmates, Shinso, looking at you with a proud grin. You and Shinso had been friends since the first day of school. Both of you had tried to enter the Hero Course but were unsuccessful. Since then, you began talking, and at first, it was mostly a monologue from your side. But he eventually warmed up to you, and now you considered him a good friend.

“I think we did a pretty good job,” you smiled at him. “People will start arriving in a few minutes, we should go change.”

He nodded, and the two of you started walking toward your dorms. It was a calm night, a bit chilly, but that was to be expected since you were nearing winter break. You rubbed your hands together, trying to bring some warmth to your body. You looked up at the sky, lost in thought. Despite thinking the party was a good idea, there were many people at UA who didn’t agree. In fact, some students had even opposed it, arguing that they shouldn’t be distracted by something so trivial when they should be training for the next potential disaster.

“I can tell you're overthinking again,” Shinso said in a low tone. “Just relax. Even though we need to be worried about the villains, we still need to decompress sometimes, especially after those final exams.”

You didn’t know if it was because of how long you’d known each other or because of his quirk, but he always seemed to know exactly what was on your mind.

“Yeah, you're right.”

“Speaking of the exams, how’s that blonde guy from the Hero Course you were tutoring? What was his name again…?”

“Oh, you mean Kaminari?” you looked at him.

“Yeah, that one. Did he pass? I remember you told me he was pretty dumb” Shinso teased.

You chuckled. “He isn’t dumb, he just… has some difficulties.” You smiled, remembering the nights you spent trying to teach him something, only for him to forget it the next day.

“I still remember him begging me to talk to you and ask if you could give him private lessons, even though we’d only talked, what, twice?”

“Well, he told me he would be at the party, so I guess he passed everything.”

A strong gust of wind blew by, and you adjusted your collar.

“Oh, that’s right. Didn’t he ask you to go with him?”

“Yeah, but I had to decline,” you looked down at the ground.

You really wanted to accept, but in order for others to enjoy themselves, you had to keep working.

“Why? Didn’t you like him? This would be the perfect time to tell him,” Shinso looked at you over his shoulder.

You felt your cheeks warm, and suddenly the cold weather didn’t bother you anymore.

“I never said I liked him. Besides, I need to stay at the door and make sure everyone that’s on the list arrives.”

Shinso clicked his tongue and glanced at you.

"That's bullshit," he said. "You were the one organizing this, and you should enjoy it just as much as everyone else."

Finally, you arrived at the dorms, greeted by the warmth inside.

"I know, but I didn’t do this for me," you replied. "Besides, like you said, I was the one organizing it, so I can't just make everyone else do my job so I can enjoy the party."

You both started walking toward the elevator, and Shinso pressed the button to call it.

"I swear, sometimes you're too selfless," he said, looking at you with concern. "You should be a little more selfish."

"Well, what can I say? I'm a hero at heart," you chuckled. "Besides, he'll be fine. I'm sure he found a better match. He’s always flirting with everyone anyways."

You tried to brush it off, but the thought of Kaminari having fun with someone else stung. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you had feelings for him. Looking down at the ground, the elevator doors opened, and you both stepped out.

"Shall we meet here in 10 minutes?" Shinso asked, waiting for your response.

You nodded, and both of you went to your respective rooms.

Time Skip

The party had just started, and you were already juggling a lot of things. Just a few minutes ago, you were sitting at the entrance, making sure everyone who arrived was on the guest list. The muffled sound of the music was soothing, and everything felt peaceful—until one of your classmates asked for help at the sound table. You quickly asked them to stay where you  were and headed inside.

You walked toward the table, but before you could reach it, you were interrupted by Kaminari.

"Hey," he said, stopping in front of you.

"Oh, hi Kaminari! How's the party?" you asked.

"It's good," he replied. "It's really cool how you pulled this off in just a few days."

"Thanks, but it wasn’t just me. I had a lot of help," you smiled shyly, feeling a little flustered by his compliment.

A silence hung between you two. Kaminari ran his fingers through his hair nervously before speaking again.

"Look... I know you said you couldn’t come to the party with me because you were busy," he said, taking a deep breath to gather his courage. "But do you think we could maybe... have a dance?"

He looked into your eyes, and you immediately broke eye contact, glancing to the side.

"I really wish I could, but I think it’s going to be difficult. I have to handle something at the sound table first, then I’ll probably head back outside," you replied.

He chuckled lightly.

"Well, I guess you really are busy," he said with a teasing smile. "And here I thought you just didn’t want to dance with me." He looked at you again. "Guess that’ll have to wait for next time."

"Yeah, enjoy the party, Kaminari," you said, giving him a small smile as he walked away to his seat.

Though he was smiling, you could sense that he was a little disappointed, and that broke your heart just a little. You weren’t avoiding him, and you wished you could drop everything and run to him, but there was no one else to take your place. You really hope he would understand.

Time Skip

The room was empty since the party had ended an hour ago, and as expected, you had been busy managing the drinks, food, and assisting with the sound team, leaving you no time to relax. You passed by Kaminari a few times after that, and he seemed to be enjoying himself with his friends, which made you happy. Even though you couldn't be by his side, you were glad he was having fun. Now, you and some of your classmates were cleaning up, trying to get everything sorted so you wouldn't have to come back the next day.

"It went really well," Shinso remarked, glancing around. "From what I saw, everyone seemed to be having a good time."

"I'm so happy everyone had a good time," you said with a bright smile.

"Not everyone," Shinso replied, his tone disapproving.

"Shinso, we talked about this. I don't mind sacrificing my fun for others."

"But I do!" Shinso looked at you seriously.

You couldn’t explain how happy you were to have someone who cared about you as much as he did. And you cared for him too.

"I noticed him looking at you a few times during the party," Shinso continued. "He seemed… down. You really should have talked to him, you know."

You looked down at your feet, feeling a knot in your stomach. "Now it’s a little too late for that. The party's over, and he’s probably in his dorm by now."

You sighed, wishing you could turn back time. There was nothing you wanted more than to have danced with him before everyone left for the holidays. You should have accepted his invitation.

After a moment, Shinso spoke again, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Maybe you still have time."

Confused, you looked at him. Smirking, Shinso pointed toward the glass door at the entrance of the dorms. When you followed his gaze, you saw him—Kaminari was leaning against the doorframe with his back turned to the inside, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights. It almost looked like a scene from a movie. How long had he been standing there? Was he really waiting for you? You quickly glanced back at Shinso.

"Go," he said, his voice firm. "Don’t waste another opportunity. I’ll finish your work."

You nodded quickly, hugging him before rushing toward the door.

You opened the door, and Kaminari immediately looked up at you.

"Hi," he said, adjusting his posture.

"Hi, Kaminari," you replied, fidgeting with your fingers and avoiding eye contact. "What… are you doing here?"

"I was… waiting for you," he said, locking eyes with you.

A warm sensation spread across your cheeks, and you tried to calm yourself, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"It’s dark, and I wanted to make sure you got back safely," he added, scratching the back of his neck and glancing shyly to the side. "And I wanted to spend a little time with you."

He was being more forward than usual, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you certainly weren't complaining.

“Well, I just finished my work and was about to head to the dorms,” you said, trying to compose yourself. “Do you want to walk with me?”

“Yeah, sure,” he smiled.

You nodded, and the two of you began walking toward the dorms. It was an awkward walk, as neither of you said anything. There was something lingering in the air, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You wanted to say something, but somehow, the words just wouldn’t come. You even tried to speak several times, but nothing came out.

“It’s really cold today, huh?” he said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I saw it was supposed to snow, but I don’t think it will,” you replied.

You kept walking, trying to think of something to say. You took a deep breath and finally decided to address the elephant in the room.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly.

“For what?” He looked at you, confused and a little shaken.

“For rejecting your invitation… twice,” you said, looking up at him.

You were trying to find the courage to tell him how you really felt. It was now or never, so you just went for it.

“I really wanted to dance with you, you know? But then I had so much to do that I couldn’t. Now, I wish I could go back in time, dance with you, and tell you that…” You couldn’t finish your sentence.

Your hands were shaking, and as you reached the dorms, a new question hit you. What if he didn’t like you? What if, all this time, you were just another girl he was flirting with? Or what if he wasn’t flirting at all, and you had just read the situation wrong? Before you could spiral further into these thoughts, you heard his voice again.

“Then let’s do it,” he said, almost like a whisper, as though he was telling you a secret.

“What?” You looked at him, confused.

“Let’s dance, right here,” he said, stopping and pulling out his phone, playing some slow music placing it on the ground.

You stopped and stared at him, wondering if he was crazy. Were you really about to dance in the middle of campus, right next to the dorms? He smiled softly and took your hand.

“Y/N, would you please dance with me?”

You looked deep into his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with happiness. How could he be so gentle after you had rejected him? Taking your silence as a yes, Kaminari pulled you closer, and you both began to dance. You were so close that you could feel his breath on your skin, and suddenly, you felt something land on your nose—snow. It was snowing. If this moment hadn’t already felt like a movie scene, the snow was now completing the picture.

Kaminari spun you around, and you danced together from side to side. Your faces were only inches apart, neither of you daring to break eye contact.

“I know this may seem strange,” Kaminari began, his voice soft as his gaze traveled from your lips to your eyes, “but can I… kiss you?”

You saw that his cheeks were red, and you imagined that yours were too, from the warmth of the moment. Without words, you simply nodded. Kaminari smiled before gently bringing his lips to yours. It was a soft, slow kiss—delicate, almost as though he were afraid you'd break if he applied too much pressure.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, still looking at you with love and care.

“Probably a good time to tell you that I like you,” you said, with a voice full of affection.

“Yeah, I guess I could tell,” you both chuckled softly.

You didn’t know how much time passed that night—maybe hours, maybe minutes. But whatever it was, it felt so magical that you wished it could last forever.

[arthemis005]

I created this page to post some headcanon about my favorite characters (I accept suggestions) UwU

English is not my native language so please forgive me for any mistakes and be kind please!

[arthemis005]

NIGHTMARE

You knew this wasn’t a good idea. Bakugou was really serious about his sleep schedule and hated being disturbed.

So you stood there, looking at his dorm door, thinking if this was really a good idea. As much as you tried to rationalize the situation and tell yourself that everything was fine, you knew that neither your heart nor your mind would relax if you didn’t confirm that he was really alright.

After a few deep breaths, you managed to gather the courage to knock on his door. And, of course, you immediately regretted your decision when you were met with silence. You started to turn around, defeated, when suddenly you heard the door open, revealing a very sleepy Bakugou.

"Oi! Do you know what time it is? It's fucking 3 in the morning. What do you want from me, nerd?"

You turned around just to meet Bakugou leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed with a very annoyed look on his face. Hearing his voice was a relief, even if his words were rude, but you refused to look at him.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you."

"Yeah, but you already did, dumbass, so spit it out."

"I just... really needed to hear your voice."

You sounded small, almost like a whisper. Bakugou could barely understand what you were saying, but he realized something was wrong.

"Come in." He said as he stepped to the side so you could pass through the door. His tone had changed; it was more gentle and for once he wasn’t screaming.

"What?", you looked at him surprised

"Just fucking come in already."

He turned around, entering his room, and you followed him. His room was dark, but the moonlight was streaming through the window. As you entered his room you were engulfed with his scent which was comforting.

He sat on his bed and motioned for you to do the same. You carefully placed yourself next to him, looking at the ground and fidgeting with your hands. You guys sat there for a few seconds in complete silence until he decided to break it.

"Are you going to tell me what happened, or are you going to keep staring at my rug?"

You looked at him for the first time that night. Your eyes were slightly red, and your cheeks were still wet from your tears.

Bakugou's expression shifted from anger to concern, it was the first time he had seen you like that.

"I had a nightmare..."

You began. Your voice was shaky, but you tried to hide it. Bakugou listened carefully.

"I dreamed about that day... the day we found you, and I saw you... dead."

It had been a week since Bakugou was kidnapped by the League of Villains. Those days were filled with terror for everyone who cared about him, including you. You remembered the efforts everyone made to find him and the overwhelming relief when, after looking for him with Midorya and the others, you saw him safe and sound again. Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you couldn’t hold back, the image of Katsuki Bakugou, lifeless, flashing in your mind. You cared for him deeply, and those days made you realize that maybe your feelings for him went beyond what friends usually feel for each other.

"You were lying there, all bloody and bruised, and I tried to run and save you, but it was too late..."

The room fell silent. You tried to calm yourself as you heard Bakugou shift in his seat. What were you doing here, you were sure he was going to scream at you for waking him up for such a trivial and childish thing.

After a few moments, he spoke, his voice soft despite his harsh words.

"You dumbass, you really think some low-quality villains like them could kill me? Tch, not a chance."

You looked down, unable to maintain eye contact.

"I know it’s a stupid reason to wake you, and I’m so sorry, but after what happened, I just..."

You stopped, looking for the right words to continue but before you could finish your sentence, you felt Bakugou's hand touch yours. The warmth of his hand contrasted with the cold breeze coming through the window, it was soothing.

"Look," he sighed, "I’m here. I’m not dead and I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, Y/n. You can calm down."

His gentle words were rare, but suited the moment. You looked into his eyes, seeing the worry in them.

"Thank you, Bakugou, and I’m sorry again."

"Tch, stop apologizing, dammit. If you were bothering me I wouldn't have let you in"

He quickly pulled his hand away from yours and scratched the back of his neck.

"I think it’s time for me to go back to my room. It's getting late and I need to rest"

You said as you stood up from his bed and turned to the door. Before you could leave you heard him speak again.

"Anytime you have one of those nightmares, you can come to me."

Looking over your shoulder you saw him standing up shyly, his eyes were shining with the moonlight reflecting on them and you could tell that he was serious. You smiled, happy for his unusual kindness.

"Thank you, Bakugou."

"You’re welcome, nerd”