Fake Dating Pt 2 // Bakugou
a/n thank you for loving the first part so much! i hope you love this fluffy, wholesome moment as well :'-)
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You wake up with a sour taste in your mouth. The headache wasn't so splitting thanks to the amount of water you had been forced to chug the night before, but beyond that, every other memory of last night seemed hazy.
I'm home... It's 9am...I'm in my bed, and I'm safe.
You release a sigh of relief and rub your eyes of the morning grogginess. You scroll through your phone, trying to replay the contents of last night, until you get to the bottom of your conversation with Katsuki. You suddenly remember why you started drinking so much in such a short amount of time in the first place.
You kissed him. You kissed him and you ran away because you couldn't deal with your feelings, and now you're here having to pray the memory away. Maybe you could play it off as a part of the bit? Surely, he would understand the drastic measures you needed to take to ensure that no one else from the other classes around would bother him anymore.
You smother a pillow into your face and scream in frustration as well as cringing at yourself, all while trying to remember the way his lips felt against yours in the back or your head.
"FUCK!" You exclaim loudly, throwing the pillow across the room.
Immediately, your bedroom door swings open, causing you to scream at the sudden intrusion.
"Jesus fucking christ, Y/N. What happened?!" Katsuki comes in, holding the metal bar from your towel holder, with only his boxers on.
You were going to throw up. Yup. You were 100% going to throw up and then throw yourself out the window.
You immediately cover your eyes with your hands.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" You scream back.
He had probably only been around to your apartment a few times with the others, but he clearly made himself comfortable.
"How the fuck do you think you got home last night?" He sighs, lowering his guard and makeshift weapon. "I was scared you were going to throw up in your sleep or something so I crashed on the couch... and used your shower."
You two stare at each other for a moment. You noticed his hair was still wet with droplets of water falling off onto his shoulders and chest. You tried not to stare and to maintain eye contact, but he was quite literally shirtless... and in his boxers...in your room... alone.
Realization finally hits you.
"Did you change me out of my clothes?" You slowly say, looking down at your pajama shirt and shorts that had replaced last night's outfit.
He pressed his lips together. "Yeah, but the lights were off."
You face flares with heat.
"Katsuki." You groan in your hands with embarrassment. "What the fuck?"
"What do you mean, what the fuck? Isn't that the polite thing to do? I didn't even look and I took your makeup off too, you're fucking welcome." He rolls his eyes.
"In return, I'm stealing your All Might band tee."
"Fine, dumbass. Top drawer on the far right." You huff.
"I know." He digs through the drawer, pulls out the tee and slides it over his head before making his way to your bed.
"Aht aht! What are you doing?" You say, threatening to throw another pillow at him.
"Didn't you want to talk about last night?" He smirks knowingly. "A refresher perhaps?"
You groan and rub your temples. "You're so annoying." You mutter. "Okay, the kiss. Let's talk about the kiss because if I have to talk- or even think about it anymore after this, I might just explode."
"Mmm okay. The kiss." He begins, flopping down on your bed and propping himself up with his elbow. "And before we continue, do you happen to remember everything else that happened after you scurried off in embarrassment?"
You froze. Everything else? What else was there to discuss besides the kiss?
"I mean yeah, kinda?" You try to recall. "We kissed, I went to go get a drink, got drunk in the bathroom, and then you came and took me home?" You open your phone to show him your text conversation. "What else was there?"
A smile grew on his face. "Angel face, I hate to break it to you but I don't think the kiss was the main event of the night."
Panic starts to set in. "We didn't hook up, did we?"
"No. I wouldn't do that to you, one. And two, I'm sure you'd be able to feel it if we did." He smirks.
You slam a pillow down on his face. "Stop fucking around with me! If not that, then what is it? Because you're scaring me now, Katsuki. Did I go streaking through the house? Did I get in a fist fight with someone? Did I confess my undying love to someone?"
"Not to that dramatic extent, but yeah pretty much." He shrugs.
"I'm going to fucking choke you out." You gripped the comforter in frustration "YEAH PRETTY MUCH TO WHICH PART?"
There was a beat of silence between you two, but your heart was racing out of your chest.
"It's not a big deal....if you don't want it to be a big deal, but in your drunken state, you essentially told me that you had feelings for me." He says, pressing his lips together trying to anticipate your reaction.
Your mouth gape open, and the air from your lungs expel. "I need to give me line by line breakdown of what the fuck I said last night."
It felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Not only did you embarrass yourself, but you had also managed to ruin your dynamic with Katsuki in the span of a few drunken hours.
"Well when I found you, you were pissed at me for no reason. So I asked you if it was because you kissed me- because again, how the fuck does it make sense that you're mad at ME when you were the one that- anyways besides that, I asked you, and you started crying and shit and then told me you LIKE-liked me." He says, all while fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "That's pretty much it, but imagine that you're full on crying and snotting all over me and in hysterics ya know."
You were silenced. You had terribly fucked up and knew that there was no way you could backtrack. You had complicated feelings about Katsuki and your arrangement for a while, but accepted its fate of ending with you two drifting back to friends as soon as you no longer needed each other's services.
"I really don't want you to freak out about this, okay?" He fills in the silence. "I get it, you were drunk so it's probably some bullshit. Tell me it's not true and we can pretend like it didn't happen."
Your heart ached. You did want this to go away, but at the same time if you don't take this chance to tell him about your feelings, you'll end up having to choke it down until you're forced to get over it in secret.
"Don't hate me." You say. "Please don't hate me."
"Tell me." He quietly says, almost holding his breath.
You shove your face into your hands. "It's so fucking complicated because of the fake relationship stuff. It's all supposed to be for show and to help each other out, but fuck it feels so real sometimes and I constantly remind myself that it's not, but...it feels REAL."
You finally look up at him. You couldn't quite read his expression- it was almost upset? Maybe pained?
"You look mad. Please don't be upset at me. Maybe we shouldn't do this fake dating thing anymore, and I'm sorry because I know we kind of needed each other for it, but I don't think I can stand faking it when it doesn't feel fake anymore."
He lets out a long breath of air. "Fuck okay so... you have feelings for me. Like real feelings outside of whatever this thing is that we're doing.
You cringe. "I have real feelings for you-I like-like you, or whatever the fuck I said last night. And I hate you too for making me go to that party and talking to and touching me like that and letting me cry to you about this just for it to all spill out now."
"Dammit, Y/N" He mutters, rolling off your bed and pacing around the room. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect things to get out of hand like this, and if I knew sooner or caught onto any hints, I would've done something about it earlier."
To say you were devastated was an understatement. You told him you had feelings for him, and he told you he was sorry. You couldn't be surprised. There was a reason why he needed a fake girlfriend so bad. He wasn't that guy to care for superficial things like romance and relationships and just needed to use you as a cover to stop people from bothering him about it, and vice versa.
"Don't be sorry. Really, it's not your fault." You wave off, your expression hardening. "We had an agreement, and I crossed that line. It is what it is."
"So now what? Where does that leave us?" He stops and looks at you.
You couldn't help but scoff. "There's no us, Katsuki. It was all for show. We tell everyone we 'broke up' and move on- that's it. We can go back to being friends, or acquaintances, or whatever the fuck we were before we started doing all this."
He blankly stares at you. You saw the gears turning in his head, his furrowed brows deep in thought made it look like he was trying to solve the most impossible equation, when in reality it was this poor boy's brain trying to process his emotions.
"Fuck, wait, I think I fucked up." He begins, a blush suddenly flooding his cheeks. "When I said I would've done something about it earlier, I meant telling you that..um ditto?" He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.
You shoot him a blank stare. "Use your words, Katsuki. What the fuck does that even mean?"
He dramatically groans into his hands. "Fuck!" He starts pacing around once again. "I don't want to stop being with you, okay? And I know that shit is complicated, but I think I want it to work out, but... for real this time."
A beat of silence passes while you process.
"Oh.. so you... like me?" You were appalled.
"Like-like." He confirms.
Here you guys were, two emotionally-constipated people who had just confessed to one another trying to figure out how to go about this situation next.
"And you realized this when?"
"Right now when you were pissing me off and saying that we had to break up." He kneels down on the floor, next to the bed and right beside you.
"You realize that if we start dating for real, you're going to have to be an actual boyfriend? And do boyfriend things? Not just be my fake boyfriend who is only ever in my presence when we're at a function together or with our friends?"
"Is that not what I've already been doing?" He scoffs. "I drive you places, call you pretty, watch movies, cuddle, hold your hand, and everything in between and more?"
You roll your eyes. "But that's always been for show."
"And for my own pleasure." He deadpans. "With or without an audience, I liked doing all of that shit with you."
He suddenly reaches over and grabs your hand, which was no surprise as sweaty as yours. "Hands held, and we're in private. Good start, yeah?"
A smile grows on your face. "You're such a loser."
"Yours."
"Right." You blush. "But don't expect me to give in so easily. You need to take me on dates and stop being mean to me and saying that I laugh like a goose and shit."
"Anything you want, angel face, and I'll give it to you- even with your honking."
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