moki ⠀⠀𓈒𓏼 ۫ ♡ ⠀𓈒

he watched you struggle to reach the last chocolate slice, which so happened to be in the back of the display case.

bakugo felt his arm move on it’s own as he reached over to grab it for you, throwing it on your tray with a small thud before grabbing himself a small cup of fruit.

he turned to you, “you shouldn’t eat that shit, bad for you.” he muttered, walking away calmly with one hand in his pocket while the other held his tray, leaving before you had a chance to say thank him.

katsuki never knew much about you, while he hung out with kirishima and denki you resided with ochaco and koda.

he found himself annoyed with you the longer he, much to his dismay, payed attention to you.

you didn’t annoy him in a typical way— not in the same way seros sleazy side comments got to him, or in the way denki caused small explosions to burst in his palms whenever he spoke.

no, you annoyed him because you were too quiet, too nice, too poltie and caring what others thought of you.

it was obvious to bakugo that you were struggling with something, he knew that much, something that caused your fingers to shake and struggle to pick up a pen, something that caused the averagely loud classroom to become so loud it made you squint your eyes.

but instead of asking your classmates to be a quieter, you hunched further over your desk. he found it weak, almost offensive and very much stupid that you didn’t just speak your mind.

the second time bakugo found himself in your presence was at the end of the day.

the rest of your classmates filtered out the room, giggling and pushing eachother with complete blissfulness and laughter.

“c’mon bro! there’s a new arcade that opened hurry!” kirishima whined, hopping on one foot to another— red eyes wide and grin toothy.

denki nodded excitedly, hands in fists

“yeah, yeah. give me a sec’ dammit’..” bakugo grumbled, shoving his books into his bag before hosting it onto his shoulder.

as he walked towards the door with kirishima— promptly shrugging his arm off of his shoulder, he turned his neck at the sound of soft fluttering.

you were kneeled down, hands ghosting over your notes and plain paper as you quickly shoved them into your bag.

bakugo felt his feet carry him, one, and then two before denki called him. “yo’ kaachan! hurry up!” he grimaced as you looked up, your brows rising slightly as bakugo squinted at you, lips pursed.

he turned around without a word, securing his bag over his shoulder once more before stepping through the classroom door.

the third time bakugo found him talking to you was late at night.

he had woken up with a dry throat and a warm forehead, the common room was cold, chilly air brushing against his bare shoulders and forearms as he made his way down the winding stairs.

bakugo paused as he felt himself squint at the light glow and quiet buzz coming from the kitchen.

“..mh?”

he carefully started walking again before pausing again as he heard a mumble— then a groan and then a grumble, laced with something painful and something dejected.

as he rounded the large beam he saw you, leanimg against the barely lit counter with a sore and sour expression.

“oi.”

you yelped, turning around and falling backwards, landing on the tiles beneath you roughly. “bakugo!.. you.. you scared me!” you hushed-whispered.

bakugo looked down at you hands deep in his tracksuit bottoms, “why are you awake.”

“oh …uhm- why are you?”

he grunted, stepping over your legs to reach the already opened fridge to grab a cold bottle. “I asked first idiot.”

you chuffed lightly, still sitting on the floor— the pain you’ve grown to know resided deep in your bones making it seem useless to stand up. “just.. couldn’t sleep, I’m not sure why—”

“what’s wrong with you.” he interrupted.

you stayed silent, pain pills and water bottle limp in your hand. “huh?”

bakugo looked back down at you, eyes glancing over your figure. “I said, what’s wrong with you.”

“nothing—“

“don’t patronise me dumbass.”

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, the space between your brows creasing while bakugo sighed— annoyance and somewhat hesitant intrigue gracing his face.

“I’m not stupid, how you walk everyday, how you always look like yer’ in pain or some shit.”

he gulped, realising the sincerity of his words, quicking adding a small, “—not like I care or anything.“ with a clenched jaw, “but it’s annoying.”

“annoying?..”

he clicked his tongue, “yeah, annoying.” bakugo watched as your head dropped solemnly, “why do you look like you want dunce face to shut up but never say nothin’.”

you toyed with the bottle in your hands, “if you dont care.. then why are you asking bakugo?”

bakugo grumbled, digging his foot into the ground before kissing his teeth. “just— whatever.” he turned, letting the cool condensation of the water drip onto the floor.

“..you really noticed?”

he turned, face flat. “what’d I just say.”

you watched bakugos eyes glare into yours— the pitter of water and the whirr of the fridge the only noise filling the hushed kitchen.

you quickly fell into a basketfull of words, a plethora of how the quiet ache plagued the otherwise simpleness of your life and the amount of meditation registered under your name.

and bakugo listened, listened and didn’t move, he had gotten better at listening to other people recently, watching their body language— the stutter in their chest, how their eyes darted to his face.

“it’s the worse—“ you paused, your before comical hands dropping to your lap with a soft thud. “…sorry, I’m rambling.”

“what are y’saying sorry for.”

“huh?”

you couldn’t help but notice how bakugos questions always seemed less like a question and more like a statement, certainty slipping off his tounge without a second thought.

“I woulda’ walked off if I got bored, stop apologising for shit— makes you weak.”

“how do you do that?”

bakugo paused uncapping his bottle, “hah?”

“you.. you don’t care what anybody thinks, and you always sound so confident.”

“dunno’ just dont let people shit on me. not that hard.”

you smiled, and bakugo felt the tips of his ears heat up and his eyes widen. “th.. the hell you smiling at! you look weird.”

“..thank you bakugo, you’ve helped me alot.”

he turned, on hand gripping his bottle more than necessary while the other rested in his pocket. “tch’ like I give a shit.”

you sat on the floor, a distant smile ghosting your lips as you stared at the bottle and pain killers in your palm while bakugo fell onto his bed, the matress shifting under his weight as the snapshot of your smile lingered in his mind— swirling an unfamiliar inferno in his chest.

maybe taking what you wanted would be easier now,

much thanks to katsuki bakugo.

walk through the beaches

mokis notes ﹕ hehe i tried my best to make the chronic pain fit all types of chronic pain so more people could relate to it ….. i hope i did it justice ᐡ◞ .̫ ◟lllᐡ ! ! i really enjoyed writing this one.. i really like bakugos character hes so freaking cool especially during deku’s vigilante era ! ! we are getting through the reqs slowly but surely guys ! ! AND I HOPE THE NONNIE WHI REQ THIS FEELS BETTER ! ! i love u all sm mwah mwah my beautiful kokkis ‎₍ˆɞ̴̶̷ · ɞ̴̶̷ˆ₎˳❤︎ THANK U FOR READING AND I HOPE U ENJOYED kiss kiss 🧁🧁 ( also i did proof read like 50 million times but please tell me if theres any mistakes (ｰ̀⤙ｰ́ ) i always miss things ugh ! ! )

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