Bout the UNHAPPY BULLY Idk if I'm late but can u make a fluffy part
Where Baku just hugs the reader and confesses and pls can u make it a lot of fluff pls Baku is my comfort character
You aren't late, I can make a separate fluff part, that's not connected with the canon plot, but I don't know if I can do it justice but I shall try, I haven't written a lot of fluff in my life (I haven't) it might be short but detailed if that's okay? Edit: I don't think I did it justice. I'm oddly ashamed.
It was the morning of graduation day.
She slightly fixed her hair, brushing the strands behind her ears, observing her neat image in the lanky reflector, the mild make-up caked upon her face, providing a youthful glow, she huffed, once more, fixing her uniform, clearing the wrinkles, somehow, feeling dull on a joyous day.
The speech was long and boring, listening to her principal ramble on about education, pride, and things she missed, she wasn't standing with anyone familiar, watching with low-lidded eyes as the sun beamed light rays, the whispers of summer just around the corner, she wouldn't miss coming back to school. She was eager to leave as soon as they were dismissed.
A glimpse of blonde hair enters her vision when she turned around to view the yelp from behind, and her bully emerges from the flock of students, pushing his way through, she faced away, now feeling him seize a spot beside her.
"Meet me after this." He demanded, sounding closer than needed, she eyed him, deflecting her gaze to the ground, answering, "okay."
She didn't have the strength to deny him.
The school grounds were flooded with students and parents, posing for pictures, chattering, everyone seemed happy to depart with good memories, she trailed behind the blonde boy, following him to a remote area where it was more private. For whatever he was to say. She didn't question.
It was serene with distant voices, sounds of crickets and the ambience of a bustling place, she made sure to keep a safe distance, waiting for him to utter his thoughts. He hesitated, then started.
She quietly, slowly breathes in a deep breath, maintaining a consistent gaze on the scene before her, Katsuki lowered his eyes, muttering, "I just wanted you to know, that I'm sorry for... Everything." He casts his glance onto her, glued in her position and heeding to his beck and call. Her expression softened.
"Why are you... Saying sorry now?" She weekly asked, solely as more tears flowed and sweep down her rosy cheeks, Katsuki stared, lips curled down, and he stepped forward. She spoke, "I don't get it! I thought you disliked me!" She exclaimed.
"I like you!!" He shouted back, and she stiffened. With regret in his eyes, he neared her, "I like you so much, I think I hurt you more than anyone. I'm sorry." He mumbled, closing the gap and embracing her, tightly.
"I've liked you for a long time." He whispered, gently caressing her hair, holding her tighter.
"I'm sorry, I've always liked you."