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Never in your life had you questioned the efficiency of your hearing quite so much.

"What?"

You pulled out your second earbud, just in case the music that you had on lowest volume had been blasting in your ear so loud it had somehow interfered with your comprehension.

"You heard me", the man in front of you accused, eyes narrowing as he glared down at you,   "So are you gonna answer then?". You could sense the impatience and irritation in his words from a mile off, so being stood unnaturally close to him didn't help ease how uncomfortable and nervous you felt.

"I uh….I'm really sorry, Bakugou...I just… I don't feel the need to date anyone at the moment". You cringed at how hesitant and unconvincing the words came out, despite the blatant truth behind them. It seemed as though you were trying to make excuses to the blond man in front of you, but though that wasn't the case at all, you just couldn't help feeling guilty for saying no. "Not that...Not that I don't appreciate it though, I just have other things to focus on, and I'm sure you're a lovely guy but I-"

'It's fine", his gruff voice cut you off from your desperate attempt at consolation. You scanned his face sceptically, and felt a bit of relief when you saw he truly looked unbothered. Should you really feel relieved? Or should you be mildly offended at the implications? Either way, you were now feeling awkward, so you stuffed your notes into your bag, and threw on your coat.

"Well, I guess I'll see you next week then so uh….have a good weekend." You flashed a quick smile, awkward but genuine. He responded with a grunt, and you headed out the door, cheeks slightly flushed.

~~~

Work was surprisingly dull that weekend, and you found yourself lazing around with your friend, Midoriya, who’s cheerful attitude and wild stories always left you entertained. You were used to a bit of a crowd, the diner you worked at was far from secluded, and definitely advertised itself well with bright neon signs, as if it had come straight out of a cheap hollywood film set in the 50's. But the typical red seats were empty today, with the exception of one booth in the corner, where a small family sat enjoying their meal. Though the sound of the bell on the door told you you’d soon be having an extra table. You turned at the ringing and put on your best smile to welcome the customers, but found it faltering slightly at the sight of the quartet in front of you. Though you didn't know them all personally, you'd seen more than enough of the infamous group: Denki, Sero, Kirishima, and unmistakably, Bakugou.

"Yo, Y/N right? Fancy seeing you here”, Denki’s voice was painfully loud above the calmness of the diner. “You got a spare table anywhere?” He gave you a playful smile, eyes darting round the empty diner, as he raised his eyebrows at your unimpressed silence. You cleared your throat and motioned to the table at the opposite end of the family, with a soft “Yeah, follow me”.

You walked quickly, almost stiffly, your shoes clicking in a steady rhythm as you passed by the other tables, feeling the scrutinising gazes on your back, and trying your best to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You’d always had a strong distaste of your uniform, no doubt there to cater to the many regulars that were friends of your boss, a sleazy, greasy middle aged man that looked like he’d come straight off of some sort of wanted list. But he paid well, which was all you needed.

They all sat down at the table, and you waited until they'd all settled in to start your routined monologue: menus were at the side, sauces and cutlery was provided in the holders at the end of the table, if you had any issues kindly ask your waiter or waitress, and would you like to try today's special? A unified "No" was your answer, though you hadn't been expecting any different; throwing cheap chillies on a burger and raising the price by half didn't seem too appealing to you either, so there were no hard feelings. You nodded, telling them you'd be back in a few minutes to take orders for drinks, and quickly hurried off to the counter where plates stood to be served. Truthfully, you'd never been more grateful to your boss for his impatient shouting, as it earned you a quick distraction from the nerves you could feel bubbling in your stomach.

A momentary pleasure of course, because whilst the kind smiles of the family of four you served were enough to bring warmth to your heart and a smile to your face, turning back to face the table at the back proved to do the opposite.

"Are you ready to order?", the faux smile on your face was uncomfortable as you avoided the gaze of any of the men in front of you, eyes flicking between the table and your notepad in a mildly unprofessional manner. You scribbled the orders down quickly, ready to make your leave once again before being physically held back by the redhead with a bright smile on his face.

"Woah, no need to rush off so soon! You can’t have that much to do in here" He was right, you had absolutely nothing to do other than rearrange the ornaments on the counter, but you held back a sigh as you looked back down to him. Kirishima gave you a bright smile and let go of your sleeve, leaning back into his seat as he waited a few seconds to speak, much to your annoyance.

"So how long have you been working here then?", a surprisingly normal question that you answered with little hesitation.

"2 years.” Short and simple, no need for details. He hummed lightly, before creating a string of questions that you answered in a similar fashion, and made you feel like you were being interrogated more than having a conversation. You glanced around every few seconds to hope you were needed elsewhere but un fortunately, it didn't seem like you were; there were no new customers, and you were sure Midoriya would have no issue with handling any of the smaller tasks as you unwillingly entertained your customers, as your boss had instructed you to so many times before. And you must have been very entertaining, because every time Kirishima nodded his head, or gave a slightly over-enthusiastic "Yeah?" or "Really?", Sero and Denki seemed to burst into a fit of childish giggles as they looked at each other across the table, their snickers causing your cheeks to flame. You reached the conclusion that Kirishima’s innocent-sounding questions were part of some big inside joke between the four of them- though Bakugou seemed anything but amused- and hurriedly excused yourself from the table in embarrassment.

“Woah, woah, Y/N what’s wrong?” firm hands reached out to steady you as you rushed round the corner, almost slamming into Midoriya, who was busy refilling the fridge. You shook your head, sighing.

“Table 9” you answered simply, and Midoriya boldly peered out from behind the wall, motion pausing as you could only assume he made eye contact with one of the four.

“When did they come in?” he asked, a look of frustration on his face. You knew Midoriya didn’t have a good history with the four of them, particularly Bakugou, which had actually been one of the main reasons you’d turned him down so hastily that day.

“Like five minutes ago, and they’ve barely even done anything so far, but they just make me uncomfortable , y’know?” Midoriya nodded solemnly,

“Did you say something to Bakugou?”, Midoriya questioned, looking down at you with furrowed brows. You shook your head.

“No, actually, he didn’t say anything . It was kinda weird”, you commented, equally as confused.

“Well he was staring right over here, looked like he wanted to fucking kill me or something. Wouldn’t be the first time though”, Midoriya scoffed, the plate in his hand coming into contact with the shelf a little too harshly as he spoke, and you felt a pang of pity in your heart as you looked down at him, though you knew he wouldn’t appreciate it if he saw.

Why had Bakugou been glaring? You assumed he was still a little annoyed from your encounter earlier that week, though you couldn’t really blame him. Looking back, you might have been a little too harsh, maybe a little rude, even, but he had seemed alright with it at the time, so why would he suddenly be mad about it? You sighed, deciding that it most likely had nothing to do with you, and that Bakugou had probably just fallen into one of his notorious bad moods.

“Everything okay with your meals?” Midoriya had offered to be the one to check up on the table, and you’d never felt more grateful to him in your life. As he walked up to the table, Sero greeted him with a nod. Kirishima turned too, eyes trailing past Midoriya to where you stood, trying to act as if you were busy with something.

“Y/N not want speak to us anymore? What did I do?”, you could hear the fake pout in his voice without seeing him through the reflection of the glass beside you, but you ignored it completely and continued your miniscule task with as much effort as possible.

“She’s a bit busy at the moment, sorry”, Midoriya waited patiently beside the table as he spoke. You knew he never really spoke to any of the four when he had the choice, but you noticed the way he pretty much ignored Bakugou completely.

“Midoriya, haven’t seen much of you in a while” Denki commented with a smile as he looked up at the man in front of him.

“Uh yeah, I’ve been training a lot recently”, you watched as Midoriya responded calmly, and as he spoke you took in his form, acknowledging just how true what he’d said was.

Midoriya had been training a lot more over the last few months, and it was evident in his build. He had certainly grown in more than one way since you’d met him; he was stronger, mentally - more sure of himself and his abilities, but he’d also grown bigger . A lot bigger. Had you not known him as well as you did, you might have even found him a bit scary, if you were being honest. But at the end of the day you knew he hadn’t changed that much, and that he was still the smart, thoughtful softie you knew and loved.  But as your eyes secretly trailed up and down his well-built figure, they caught sight of a pair of red eyes through the glass, the crimson red seeping into your skin and your mind and your vision.

You looked away quickly.

~~~

“Oh, shit, was that your locker? Damn, sorry about that Y/N”, Kirishima gave you an apologetic look as you stared at the mess of metal in front of you, and the mess of your project behind it. Hours of work and planning completely destroyed by the force of Denki’s body as he went crashing into it with a laugh, right in front of your eyes. And right before 4th period. When it was due. You could almost feel the tears rising in your eyes out of pure frustration. You wanted to get angry, but Kirishima looked so apologetic, there was no way he could’ve done it on purpose, right? But why did Sero’s smirk tell you something else?

You barged past Kirishima, anger clouding your vision as you practically stormed down the hallway. But you were stopped as you hit something solid and unmoving.

Bakugou. Of course.

He looked down at you as you stood in front of him, eyes bloody and cold. You could only watch as his gaze trailed behind you, to his friends, to your locker, and then, ultimately, to your hands, and the broken project you held. His lips curled into a smirk, and with a scoff, he pushed you off of him, ignoring you to join his friends with a loud complaint about the ‘dumb fucks’ in the school. Your shoulder stung from the impact of his shove, and you had to catch yourself as you stumbled, mumbling some curses of your own under your breath.

~~~

“How’s your shoulder?” Midoriya's voice was soft as he sat down beside you, a sandwich in one hand and a drink in the other.

“It’s better. Did he really have to push so hard? Jesus Christ” You rolled your eyes at the memory, turning slightly more to face Midoriya, who clenched his jaw in response.

“He’s just a dickhead who gets a kick out of being an asshole to everybody, we’ll be out of here soon, and then we’ll see how it goes from there” You nodded in agreement, biting into the sandwich Midoriya had placed in front of you.

“Have you had any luck with your notes?” You let out a grunt, feeling frustration rise at even the mention of your notes, which had conveniently gone missing that morning. You’d first noticed halfway through the first lesson, and spent the remaining minutes in complete stress, worried that you’d misplaced them somewhere in the classroom. But you eventually reached the conclusion that their disappearance was not a coincidence.

Your eyes travelled over to a table on your right, hearing every detail of the conversation between Kirishima and Sero, who were talking at an unnecessarily loud volume. You were certain it was one of them who had taken the notebook you’d kept in your bag, you just didn’t know when , or who . But from the look Denki gave you as he met your eyes, you could’ve taken a pretty good guess. Just as you made eye contact, your vision was invaded by ash blonde hair and a deep scowl, eyes meeting yours and sharply shifting to Midoriya quickly, who sat blissfully unaware, before shifting back to you. You stared at him, his cold eyes glaring back, and you unintentionally held it for a few seconds, too caught up in confusion and stress, before realising that the two of you had been staring at each other for over 10 seconds straight.

“It was Bakugou wasn’t it?” You snapped your head towards Midoriya, who you found staring directly at you, concerned eyes holding the slightest fury that was so uncommon of your best friends.

You shook your head vehemently. “No, no, I think…” you sighed, “I think it was Denki”. Midoriya scoffed.

“And I wonder who set him up to it.” His eyes narrowed at you now, as if he was trying to piece things together.

“What happened between you two?” You contemplated telling him. It was Midoriya, there was no way he’d be mad. It wasn’t as if you’d done anything wrong anyway.

“He…He asked me out” The look of shock on Midoriya’s face made your face flush red. You really hadn’t wanted to tell him, but keeping it from him felt wrong.

“And you said no, right?” You nodded quickly.

“Is that why they came to the diner?” Midoriya looked pissed. Angrier than you’d ever seen before, but he looked at you with soft eyes. You nodded in response, and he let out a heavy exhale.

You glanced back to Bakugou, still staring in your direction, but now focused on Midoriya wih a murderous expression.

~~~

“Leave Y/N alone. She did nothing wrong.” Midoriya had wasted no time finding Bakugou after school.

Thirteen years. Thirteen years of Bakugou taking out his anger on Midoriya, and thirteen years of Midoriya taking it with little resistance. But that was over, they were adults now, and he’d be damned if he didn’t act like one for once.

The blond man showed no surprise at the sudden sound of Midoriya’s voice, simply turning around to rest against the lamppost beside him.

“You’re painfully obvious about your stupid little crush on her, you piece of shit. You trying to lose your virginity, finally?” amusement was heavy in Bakugou’s eyes.

“You’re pathetic”, Midoriya spat the words at Bakugou, voice shaky in anger and a nervousness instilled in him all those years ago that he’d never truly lost. “She rejected you, and now you’re making them take it out on her. When will you stop being a pathetic bully?”

Bakugou let out a loud laugh, genuine humour on his face as he regarded the green haired man.

“Have you finally grown a pair, Deku?” The nickname was spat at Midoriya with a familiar spitefulness. “Took you long enough, it’s a shame you’re all bark and no bite.”

With an unpredictable quickness, Bakugou lunged at Midoriya, fist heavy as it hit right in Midoriya’s gut, sending the green haired man stumbling backwards. After all those years, they were almost physically equal, but Bakugou’s experience and naturally violent nature was evident between them. Nonetheless, Midoriya rose to his feet, ignoring the ache in his jaw as he landed a hit in response. It was a hard hit, and blood dripped down Bakugou’s chin from his split lip, but he ignored it, eyes burning as he swung his fist so hard the loud crack from Midoriya’s face resonated in the empty parking lot. It was quick and it was enough, because Midoriya didn’t get back up.

A phrase flashed in Bakugou’s mind.

‘Never kick a man when he’s down.’

He stepped backwards and smashed his boot into Midoriya’s face.

~~~

To: Midoriya

Hey, I haven’t seen you today, are you at school?

Minutes passed. No response.

You looked down at your phone in concern. It wasn’t often Midoriya didn’t reply to you quickly, usually you’d hear the ping of a message moments after you sent your own. Maybe he was ill. You hoped not.

To: Midoriya

I hope you’re feeling okay. Make sure to rest, and text me when you can :)

“Midoriya? Nah he won’t be in today.”

Sero loomed over your shoulder, dark hair falling across his face as he stared down at your phone screen. You jumped in surprise, quickly shoving it in your pocket and spinning on your heel to face the trio who’s unnerving smiles seemed to have become a familiar sight. You furrowed your eyebrows as your brain took in his statement, but he suffocating unease the three brought to you was too much for it to matter at that moment.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You asked with an exasperated sigh, eyes scanning around to look for the ash blond hair, but as per usual he wasn’t there.

“Well, we just have a question for you. It’s only quick, don’t worry.”

You braced yourself, but nodded quickly in hopes to get it done with as soon as possible.

“When was the last time you got fucked?”

You coughed in surprise, eyes wide. You had expected something along the lines of this, but not so blatant and loud in the hallways. Your eyes darted around desperately, horrified to find the flustered look of a student you didn’t recognise that told you she had clearly heard Sero’s question, and you had no doubt a few of the others around you had to.

 “Oh, sorry”, he leant in close, lips inching closer to the shell of your ear, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, “Have you ever been fucked?” You blushed bright red, silent in response. He backed away, smiling as he looked down at you. He let out a light laugh. “Didn’t think so. No wonder you're wound up so tight That’s one more for the ‘hot virgin’ tally, boys. You owe me and Kirishima a fiver each, Denki”

“Damn, you telling me she’s not some dumb slut? Hah..give it a day and we’ll try again”, Denki gave the other two a knowing smile, before they turned away, Kirishima giving you a heavy pat on the shoulder as he left you in an embarrassed mess in the hallways.

~~~

Too much. Five days without Midoriya had become far, far too much for you to handle. And two weeks of incessant torture was piling up on your back, ready to snap your spine in two. Every day you debated going to school, every day you debated showing up to work in fear that Bakugou would make an unwelcome visit. It was ironic, because so far Bakugou had personally done nothing to you but a hard shove in the hallway, or given you menacing glares that you carried round throughout the day. But you knew he was behind it all, that he was making his little lackeys push you about and fuck up your life., no matter how willing you were sure they’d been. It was his idea, you had no doubt. And even though it scared you, had you biting your nails raw and your lip until it bled, you found yourself hovering over his Instagram, bracing yourself before you sent a message.

I need to talk to you

Please

You waited hours for a reply, late in the night when you laid awake sick with nerves. Finally, the buzz of your phone had you jumping in the dark.

Room 5C 16:30

You better not waste my fucking time

16:30. That was tomorrow, you checked the time, today actually. Fuck.

And on the brink of nauseousness, you fell asleep.

~~~

"B-Bakugou?", your voice was meek as you stood at the door, heart beating violently in the empty corridor. He didn't answer, so you hesitantly stepped into the room, scanning around quickly for any signs of his friends; a semi-closed door or a window conveniently cracked open.

Nothing.

You approached close, coming to stand beside him. "Bakugou?", you tried again, meek and afraid, to receive no sign of acknowledgement once again. Gulping, you stepped in front of the desk. You opened your mouth to try one more time, but the rough voice cut you off.

"What?", simple and threatening. You inhaled a shaky breath, wringing your hands in front of you as you failed to meet his gaze, ashy blonde hair and bust lip.

“Listen, I just wanted to say that..” you gulped, “that I’m r-really sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings or anything, I just…”

"You're sorry? Really? Doesn't seem like you're very sorry to me". The impassive look on his face brought nausea to your gut, as you thought about the humiliation of the situation. His gaze gave you anxiety as you suffered beneath it.

"I am sorry, Bakugou I swear, I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you, please just make it stop. " You were begging now, blubbering whatever it was that came into your mind. The tears in your eyes had fallen long ago, and the thought of somebody seeing you like this was more than you could bear as nausea rose in your gut.

"Do you ever stop fucking talking?", he groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance at your meek state. He was annoyed. No, irritated was probably the better word, but he couldn't help the feeling of his cock stirring in his pants. Your cries just sounded so fucking pretty to him. Did Sero hear them too, when he humiliated you for being a virgin? Did Denki, when he pushed you about in the halls? Did Midoriya when you ran to him for consolation?

Bakugou's fists clenched at the thought of that bastard anywhere near you, and a sudden rush of rage threw his head back up.

"Get on your knees", he demanded.

"W-what, no, no Bakugou-" you shook your head quickly.

 "I said", he grabbed your forearm roughly, pushing you to the ground so harshly it'd leave a bruise, "get on your fucking knees". You gave in, collapsing to the ground in an uncomfortable position below his feet, head facing the floor and dripping with tears.

He scoffed.  "Thought you wanted to show me you were sorry? Thought you wanted me to forgive you? Maybe if you’re any good with your mouth, I won’t fuck you today. But no promises", he snickered, vermillion eyes blaring into your skin. You were shaking, but looked up to face him.

"J-just this once?", you asked, hesitantly.

Bakugou was silent for a second, taking in your form beneath him. Your eyes were red and puffy, leaking tears that dripped down your face and down to your lips, quivering in fear. They looked so fucking soft. He reached down, the pad of his thumb gently wiping one of the tears that had trickled down onto your lip. "Yeah, baby, just this once", his tone was unconvincing, but all you could do was rely on the words he spoke and hope he wasn’t as cruel as you believed him to be.

"O-ok."

You gulped, hands shakily raising to his jeans. You struggled with the button, movements clumsy and slow, and Bakugou had to force himself not to rush you. Your lack of experience was amusing to him. By the time you'd pulled his cock out, you were crying again.

"What's wrong baby? Don't know what to do?", he mocked, slapping the tip of his cock against your lips. "Think I'd start with putting it in your mouth and sucking . It's what the others do.”

You sucked in a breath, slowly moving your head forward, and lightly running your tongue over the tip. You gave it a light suck, grimacing at the salty taste, and slowly took in more. No teeth, like you'd heard people say before. You didn't want to make him any more angry than he already was.

But hearing about it proved to be a lot harder than doing it; you struggled to breathe as you took more into your throat, and your jaw quickly began to ache, the discomfort becoming too much. You whined in discomfort as his hands found the back of your head, slowly pushing you further, and you found yourself gagging uncontrollably, sputtering for air, your throat constricting around his cock. He held you still for a second, the sound of your choking filling the room, before pulling you off in a sudden movement.

“Fucking hell ”, he was almost shouting at you as you collapsed onto the ground, sobbing painfully as you tried to breathe. Your lungs ached and your throat was in agony as your fingers curled into fists on the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Breathe through your fuckin’ nose unless you wanna choke to death on my cock. I swear to God, you dumb fuckin’ bitch, can’t do anything right.” He grabbed you by your hair again, a violent tug on your scalp that burned as he pulled you upwards. Your mascara was a mess, dark lines running down your face and red eyes from the tears you had cried.

“You wanna try again now? And fuckin’ breathe this time, cos I’m not letting you off so fuckin’ easily again.” You couldn’t respond, breathing deeply as you stopped hyperventilating, you were trying hard to listen to what he was saying, but the pounding in your head had drowned everything else out. He seethed out, hand grabbing at your jaw and squeezing tightly.

“Answer me, slut” You choked out a spluttered ‘yes’, despite not having heard a word he’d said.

“C’mon, you can do better than that”, his growl had your body tensing, a tight fist in your hair sending alarms throughout your body. For only a second, his hand rested there, before you were pulled back down, mouth convulsing around his length; it was too much. You couldn’t breathe, the saliva gathering in your mouth as you choked on his cock. Tears fell down your face as you desperately attempted to breathe through your nose. Your hands reached out to slap his thighs, desperate and wild as you closed your eyes out of sheer humiliation and fear. Loud grunts came from above you, your whimpers of pain drowned out as his cock pounded into your throat. You felt lightheaded, and in one last attempt, dug your nails into his calves as hard as possible, hoping to cause pain, or draw blood, or do anything to get his attention.

“FUCK”, he shouted, yanking your head back painfully. You choked, grabbing at your throat and throwing yourself backwards, away from Bakugou’s legs, almost sprawled out on the floor as you took sharp inhales. You raised your hands as a signal that you needed a break, but Bakugou was in no mood to be nice, his hand wrapping around your forearm, pulling you closer to him. You gasped at the sudden sting on your cheek- not too hard, but definitely enough to count as a warning. “Listen, sweetheart, I’m all for that sort of shit, but not right now. I swear to fucking God, you pull that shit again and I won’t be nice enough to pull you off. Let you choke on my fucking cock. Got it?” You nodded, unable to wipe the falling tears on your cheeks.

“Now you’ve wasted all that fucking time, we’ve got 15 minutes before this class starts so you better get back to work unless you want an audience.”Your eyes widened, gaze skirting to the clock that mindlessly ticked away at the back of the room. Bakugou sneered down at you, “No? That’s what I thought”.

Without another word, he pushed your head back down, and you took his cock into your mouth again, trying your hardest to do a good job this time. There was no way you’d let anybody else see you like this.

“Fuck, maybe I should let Midoriya see this. You on your knees, speared on my cock and crying your eyes out. He’d probably get hard as fuck, beg me to let him have a turn.”, you unwillingly whined at his words, body squirming uncomfortably. Bakugou let out a cruel laugh, “You like that? You Dirty. Fucking. Slut.” He emphasised his words with a violent thrust. “Tough shit, nobody else is getting you. Just me. All mine.”

As if those two words propelled him, Bakugou’s grip on your hair grew tighter and his speed became brutal. You couldn’t breathe, fuck fuck fuck you couldn’t breathe, but his pace didn’t let up.

“Oh fuck, fuck I’m gonna- fuck ” with a sharp inhale, your head was pulled to the base of his cock, and you felt his cum, hot and sticky in your mouth. With little other choice, you swallowed around him, and after a few seconds, he pulled out, peering down at you through hooded eyes.

“Good girl”

~~~

You were dragged out of the room minutes later, given no time to wipe the black tears that trailed down your face or your messy hair. You stumbled after Bakugou, footing clumsy as you came face to face with the last person you wanted to see that day. Bandaged and bruised, Midoriya stood in front of the door with Kirishima and Sero holding him by the shoulders, a knowing look on their faces.

Bakugou turned to you. "Want to tell him what you told me?", you shook your head, tears falling down your face silently as you hid your gaze from the green eyes that stared at you in confusion. Midoriya looked so concerned, and your stomach was twisting in guilt and disgust at yourself. “Oh but I think you do . Go on, Y/N, tell him what you were crying about to me.”

You turned your gaze back to Midoriya in the hallway, Bakugou’s tight grip still digging into your arm. He looked bad , the purple and blue marks that littered his skin were swollen, and you were sure there’d be more under his shirt. You knew instantly how he got them; he fought for you , and look at how you repaid him. Your eyes fell on his, mouth ready to open and spill out the words that bubbled like acid on your tongue ignoring the audience. Denki, Kirishima, and Sero, each watched you with their own sinister leers.

“I…I shouldn’t have turned him down earlier. I was,” you hiccupped, “I was playing hard to get because…” your voice trailed off, only to be brought back with a harsh shove from behind, “because I'm a…I'm a cheap slut". A broken sob. The tears fell quickly now, hot and wet down to the ground where they collected in a little puddle. Midoriya’s shocked face was too much, his mouth open in an abandoned protest, and you ignored the look of betrayal in his eyes, of hurt, of….disgust.

You were disgusting. Fucking filthy .

Bakugou pinched your skin in impatience - you weren't finished yet. You turned to face the man beside you, you couldn’t even see him through the tears in your eyes. “Will you..will you please go out with me. Please. " You choked on your desperate pleas, shaking and feeling nauseous in front of your audience, and the momentary silence that greeted you did nothing to help settle your nerves.

Bakugou looked down at you, and his hand descended to wrap tightly around your neck as his lips pulled up into a sneer.