Arcade Chaos (Katsuki x Cheerful!Reader)
“ Bakugo oneshot with cheerful!reader at arcade plz? ”
Type: Request from Quotev
Words: 2556
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Pairing: Katsuki x Reader
Genre: Hint of fluff, lots of Katsuki rage lol, and mainly humor
Summary: Somehow, you’re able to drag your crush, Katsuki Bakugou, to an arcade for the day. Of course, this creates chaos, since the Bakusquad happens to be there as well. But maybe, after all the chaos, you’ll finally be able to confess your true feelings to him!
Warnings:
None
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“Why the heck are we in this lame place!?” questioned an irritated Katsuki.
“Cuz arcades are fun!” I answered, leading him in by the hand. He was very resistant—but he was no match for my nonexistent strength.
“Fun? This place is for nerds who live in their mom’s basement. Just like stupid—”
“Deku, yeah, yeah,” I finished for him with a blasé attitude. “I’ve heard it all before. Why don’t you just focus on something else besides Midoriya?”
“Pfft, like what?”
“Uh, something that actually matters. Video games, obviously.”
“I’m leaving.” Just as he tried to escape, I pulled him back.
“Get yer hands off me!” He flicked his wrist away from me, and huffed as he scanned the arcade’s interior.
“Come on, please stay with me for just an hour? PLEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEEE~!?” I forcefully smiled, holding my hands together in a purposely pathetic pose.
“Well, you already kidnapped me so—whatever. And what’s the difference between these games and the ones on my phone? Only geeks play these chunky, 8-bit fossils.”
“Trust me. You’ll see,” I vaguely left as an answer.
After I dragged Katsuki around the building, I asked him if anything caught his eye. “So, do you know what game you wanna play?”
“’Nuke the Zombies’ didn’t look too trashy, I guess.”
I blinked once. “Uhh, how about something more child-friendly?”
“Fine. How about ’Blow up the Bunny’ then?”
Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
“Let’s not.”
But what we didn’t know, is that our other friends happened to be here as well! Eijiro, Denki, Hanta, and Mina approached us all at once.
“Wow! Hey, guys! Nice to see you here,” Eijiro greeted.
Hanta laughed. “Didn’t really expect to see you two here. . .specifically, together.”
“The heck you mean by that!?” Katsuki nearly erupted, but I held him back.
“Oh, y’know—just figured you’d be at home plotting your revenge for Midoriya or something.”
His response only earned him a snarl from Katsuki. But Mina, on the other hand, decided to push all of Katsuki’s buttons without thinking.
“Maybe they’re on a date!!” she gasped. “WAIT, ARE YOU—”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! This isn’t a heckin’ date!” Katsuki debunked. “She bugged me nonstop about coming to this trash hole, and finally got on my nerves, so I came.”
By the smug look on my friend’s faces—they were obviously not buying it. Truthfully, I wouldn’t have minded it if were a date. Considering I’ve always had a thing for Katsuki. People may have thought I was crazy for liking someone so spastic with anger management issues—but there was more to him than just his atrocious personality. He had a lot of admirable qualities like uh, well, I’ll think of some later.
“Alright then~” Mina giggled.
“Guys, when can we play some games?” asked Denki.
“Right now!” Eijiro made an immediate beeline for Whac-A-Mole. “Bakugou, you gotta try out this game! I used to play it when I was younger, and it’s so much fun.”
“The heck is it?”
Katsuki stormed over and studied the attributes of the vintage game, while Eijiro explained the rules of it to him.
“And when the mole thing rises up, you just hit it with this mallet!”
“Pfft, sounds like a baby game. Pass.”
“Aw, c’mon!” I joined in, trying to convince him to try it out.
Hanta agreed, “Yeah! Don’t be such a wet blanket, man.”
After all our nagging, he eventually gave in and reluctantly picked up the game mallet. “Gross, a thousand brats probably got their diseased germs all over this thing.”
“They’re not as diseased as your attitude, that’s for sure—”
“COME AGAIN, KNOCK-OFF PIKACHU!?!”
“Hey, hey,” Eijiro tried calming. “Just try one round at least!”
“Ugh, fine.”
Once the game started, the plastic moles slowly rose up from their holes, and each one was hammered by Katsuki. He displayed his obvious boredom through stance and expression.
“This game is about as fun as watching paint dry.”
“Oh, it gets harder,” I snickered.
“This is about as hard as using Deku as a football.”
But he was soon showed otherwise—as the game’s difficulty increased. The moles now only stayed up for half a second now, and even Katsuki was having a hard time keeping up.
“C’mon, dude! Whack them!” Eijiro cheered.
“THIS STUPID MALLET ISN’T WORKING!!!” he screeched, causing the rest of the people around us to stare. It was a bit embarrassing. But that’s my penalty for going out in public with Katsuki. “DIE, RATS, DIEEEEEE!!!!” So, he dropped the mallet, and just started exploding the moles with his hands.
And of course, the result was he melted the arcade machine. All the moles were now nothing but liquefied plastic, which was totally uncalled for compared to the games standards.
I walked back to my friend’s table with Katsuki by my side.
“Alright, I just called Katsuki’s therapist and he was able to, er—scream out his issues. So, I think we’re good!” I informed with a thumbs up.
“My therapist can bite rocks.”
I let out a sigh of disappointment at his rude response.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Did you see any games that caught your eye?” Hanta wondered.
I answered with, “Hmm. . .well, I did wanna play Whac-A-Mole. But now it’s melted into the flooring, so. . .”
“It wasn’t even fun,” Katsuki downplayed. “I have more fun beating Deku. Wait—they should make a game called Whac-A-Deku. Now, I’d play that.”
We only stared at our friend, mildly disturbed.
Hanta said, “Pac-Man it is, then.”
After playing a few more games, we headed to the eating area. We ordered some pizza and soda, so we just chatted as we ate.
“You guys, what do you think is better? Pac-Man or Ms. Pac-Man?” asked Mina.
“They’re the same thing, Raccoon Eyes.”
“NO, PAC-MAN IS A MAN, AND MS. PAC-MAN IS A WOMAN.”
I awkwardly nibbled on my pizza, watching the conversation between them take a nosedive for the worst.
“Guys, is butter a carb?” Katsuki asked us.
Denki replied, “I don’t know—I don’t watch Gordon Ramsey.”
“Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries.” He launched his pizza in the trash can (which he carelessly missed), and headed back to the ordering station.
Just as Katsuki got out of earshot, Mina immediately began interrogating me.
“So. . .ya sure you two weren’t on a date~?”
I went red with total shock and embarrassment. “What? No way! He doesn’t like me like that.”
Hanta chuckled. “He liked you enough for you to literally drag him here. That’s like, a deathwish for most people.”
I knew he had a point.
Eijiro said, “Plus, he needs a girlfriend. He needs someone to keep him fairly sane.”
All their talking had me blushing. Yes, I liked Katsuki a lot—but I never thought it’d go any further than that. However, you never know about these kind of things.
“So. . .should I ask him out or something?” I hesitantly questioned.
“Go ahead! I mean, there’s not a line of girls trying to date him, that’s for sure.”
I took it into consideration. Maybe today, I should try to make a move. I mean, YOLO, amirite?
“Alright, I’ll try next time I see him,” I gulped.
They all smiled uncontrollably, but instinctively stopped once Katsuki returned to the table.
“Why’re you idiots all staring at me like a bunch of idiots?”
“Oh, uh—well. . .” I mentally prepared myself for rejection. I knew all my friends were bursting at the seams, waiting for me to confess my feelings to Katsuki. But it was just so awkward. So, I chickened out. “I uh, wanted to know if you were gonna share your cheese fries with me.”
“What does share mean?”
I could hear Eijiro facepalm. So, I ended the awkwardness with, “Nothing! Just eat your fries—”
Later, we all continued searching for what else to play.
So, I cleared my throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ahem. How about we do something that’s multiplayer?”
“You mean like a competition?” Katsuki wondered, a psychotic smile forming on his face once the idea of winning first place entered his mind. Now, we were all scared.
“Uh, you’re smiling like a psycho again—I MEAN, uh, yeah! We just need to find a game that allows two players. . .and one that isn’t taken.” As I examined the room and every one of its consoles, I found one that caught my eye.
Dance Dance Revolution (DDR).
“Hmm, I know! That one!” I excitedly pointed to the one I was referring to.
“OMG, that one is so cool! I used to play it when I was younger!” Mina beamed.
“Oh, great. Dancing? I thought you’d pick something that would actually hold my interest. Like no-scoping zombies or something.”
I crossed my arms and said the thing I knew would make him do what I wanted. “What? You think you can’t beat me? Think I’m gonna win instead~?”
“Pfft, in your dreams. I’d beat you at any game at any time of the week. You’re a lame gamer.”
“You think so, eh? Well, let’s just find out!” I skipped over to the DDR machine and patiently waited for the two children to finish up their round. However, patience wasn’t an idea Katsuki could process in his arrogant brain.
“Hit the road, punks! I’ve got a game to win!” He shoved the two kids off, and cleared the platforms for both of us. I tried mouthing an apology to the two schoolboys, but they had already escaped to find their parents.
Katsuki extended his arms and stretched out his fingers. Eijiro and Hanta approached me, asking if I was sure this was a good idea. I knew Katsuki was unhealthily obsessed with winning, but that only made it more fun being his opponent, at least in my opinion! (Plus, seeing him fail was ten-times funnier).
“Go easy on her, dude,” Denki tried helping out.
“No way, Calamari. I’m not a braindead loser like you.” Finishing up his mini exercise, he stepped onto the dance platform. “What’re you waiting for, girly?” Katsuki snarked at me with a confident smirk.
I stepped on mine as well, and scrolled through the list of songs to perform. “We could start with easy mode,” I offered.
“No way. Go for the hardest mode you can find.”
Someone was going to break their legs, and it wasn’t going to be Midoriya this time around.
“Oh. . .well, uh—alright!” I landed my finger on this Vocaloid song called The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku, which was apparently the most challenging one on this menu. “Alright, there’s the modes: Beginner, Intermediate, Pro, Master, and uh, Death.”
“Choose Death then.”
With a cloud of anxiousness looming over my figure, I pressed that option. I didn’t know what to expect—but I was scared.
“How bad can it be?” chuckled Eijiro.
Oh, but it was pain. It was the most torture I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
When the gameplay started, it wasn’t too hard in the intro of the song. But when the fast part came, it was like we were dancing to save our lives. People in the building came to spectate us and our anguish—but our friends cheered us on the entire time.
“REEEEEEEEE, END MEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Katsuki screeched as he barely managed to touch the flashing tiles on his platform.
I felt as if I was jumping across a room full of nails sticking straight up. I could barely keep up with the beat of the song, and I was already exhausted. But we weren’t even halfway into it.
“BEATING ALL FOR ONE IS EASIER THAN THIS TORTURE MACHINE!” roared Katsuki.
“You’re almost to the beat break!” Hanta reassured.
Finally, the first verse of the song ended. So, our legs could take a break for a few seconds. Katsuki and I were desperately trying to regain oxygen, since it was such a rush. When we looked at our current scores—I saw that I was luckily five points higher than Katsuki.
“WHAT THE HECK!? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?” he raged.
“HA.”
Everyone cheered for me at the moment, but Katsuki wasn’t having it. He was more than determined to beat me now.
When the gameplay resumed, we continued to push ourselves to dance on the correct tiles. Our scores were nearing closer together, and it was only a matter of time before one of us passed each other for good and won.
“ALMOST THERE,” Katsuki spoke to himself, as he glimpsed at his own score.
But just the moment before it was all over, Denki accidentally activated his Quirk due to the hype building up in his system—and it shot out at the DDR machine, causing it to short-circuit and die.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Katsuki bellowed out, as he fell on his knees and placed his hands on the now black screen. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU, STUPID PIKACHU!!!”
However, it was pointless because Denki already fried his brain and went dumb. “Wheyyyy~”
Eijiro couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, along with Hanta and Mina. It only made Katsuki’s blood boil—and frankly, I couldn’t help but giggle too.
“I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PAIN.” Katsuki stood up and stalked out of the arcade. Of course, I followed him.
“Katsuki! Don’t be upset. It’s only a game.”
“I WAS SO CLOSE TO WINNING!” he fumed. “I COULD HAVE BROKEN THE STUPID RECORD—”
“Shh, just relax! They’ll probably fix it, and we can always come back later.” I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, which he surprisingly didn’t flick off.
“Hmph. I’m never playing that demon game ever again.”
I laughed softly. “Well, there’s plenty of other games. But other than the fact Denki shut off the game—did you have fun?”
He turned his head to me, and for I moment, I swear I saw his eyes soften by a fraction. “Maybe a little—but not that much.”
I’ll take that as a yes, coming from him.
But now that we were together with no other distractions, I decided to take a risk and slide my hand into his. He widened his eyes—since affection was probably a concept far removed from his unfriendly mentality.
I looked down at the floor and smiled, saying, “I was thinking, Katsuki. Would you uh, would you consider being my Player Two?”
I didn’t even care how cheesy I was being at this point.
“The heck does that mean?”
Our friends screamed from a distance, “SHE’S ASKING YOU OUT, GENIUS!”
Katsuki stiffened up, since he was struggling to find a riposte to throw back in my face. But it was relentless. Instead, he let out a sigh and told me, “That’s the sappiest and most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard—but sure. You’re not as annoying as the others.”
I strained my cheeks from smiling so much, and I threw my arms gleefully around Katsuki. The others were probably afraid he’d blow up or something, but thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he returned the favor by awkwardly rubbing my head.
“They’re so cute together~” sighed Mina.
“Yeah, Bakugou better not screw it up,” Eijiro added with a smile.
“It’s Bakugou, he screws everything up.”
“True.”
Maybe coming to this place was a good idea after all~
