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A/N: Me: Wow I should add more to Princess or Spatium so I can really wrap them up nicely and in a timely manner.

Me to me: Write another one shot instead bitch.

"Who the fuck hit you?" A snarl so low it makes you jump. Well anything makes you jump after you were ambushed by your supposed best friend since middle school.

You had been adorned in bruises for the better half of the month.

Hell even one of your ribs was cracked. Causing you to take quick and shallow breaths to keep yourself from whining on every intake.

But nothing was more surprising than the ash blonde slamming his deadly hands beside your head, trapping you against the wall after class.

The slap of his palms echoed in your head louder than it did in the empty hall.

He was normally callous towards you, apathatic if you will.

After all you were just a damn extra that just transferred.

A transfer you were hell bent against. You didn't want to be a hero, in fact you were perfectly fine in general studies until you had to defend yourself with your super strength quirk that you had too much trouble controlling, so much so the kid you fought ended up in the infirmary for three weeks and still came out mangled.

You vowed to never use it without the watchful eyes of Sensei Aizwaia and only then because he was so adamant about your practicing.

So during your ambush you just took it, and you took it hard.

Especially since you had always had a crush on Hotaru, even before he convinced you to join UA.

Key word. Had.

So to be trapped beneath another powerful male that you looked up to had you shaking.

Almost in tears as you stared up through long lashes.

When you don't answer he leans closer to inspect.

Your swollen eye had only just opened, leaving a haunting painting of blacks and blues. He uses one of his capable hands to tilt your chin this way and that to better see the finger shaped bruises that encircle your throat and kiss along your collar bones.

You are thankful he cannot see those until he rips open the top botton to your uniform, pulling harshly at the ribbon.

"Ba...bakugou." You stammer, cheeks flushed with burning blush to which he only growls.

Kissable lips pulled back over gnashing teeth as his crimson eyes burn at a new intensity.

You look away, no longer able to handle the weight of his disappointment.

You feel...ashamed.

"It's not that bad." You offer, adding a fake laugh. Anything to get his attention off of you.

"Oh not that bad huh?" His fingers prod your cracked rib and you cry out, "You think I didn't notice the change in your breathing? The color to your face? You fucking idiot."

You have no words, nothing left to say as your heart feels as if it's free falling into your stomach.

"I'm only going to ask one more time Y/N." He leans in, tilting your face back to his to hold your gaze "Who. The. FUCK. Touched. What. Is. Mine."

Your cheeks flush further. Did you hear him right? What was mine?

As in you were his?

Sure you had spent a lot of time with him but only because Aizawa had paired you two together your first day. Bakugou was in charge of making sure you felt welcome.

Yes. You know exactly how bad of an idea that was. He didn't introduce you to a soul and he only spoke to you once to say "Come on you damn extra the dorms are this way."

And even then he hadn't waited for you to gather your things.

You had hoped he would warm up, what with you sparring with him and getting the occasional smirk but even after two months the only thing you got was either a suck of his teeth or a snarl of them.

Both made him seem so cute.

But to hear him now has you looking further.

After the first week he did start waiting at the door for you, brought you your lunch. Offered a seat with him and Kirishima at lunch, told you how to improve your fighting stance.

Hell he even lingered in the kitchen when it was your turn to do dishes, though he never said a word. All those nights when you were talking to him you figured he had only half listened to you as you rambled about everything from homework to your old crush Hotaru.

That he was still only carrying out Sensei's assignment.

Fat tears collect in your eyes.

How did it end up like this? How did you only just now realize that you had a crush on the arrogant Bakugou Katsuki and the way he might be confessing is only because you let yourself get hurt.

Because you were too weak to control your quirk.

The tears over flow, only encouraging the illicit thoughts that were swirling in that hot headed boy.

"Damn it Y/N!" He hisses, wiping at a tear, "Why are you fucking crying?"

"B...because I've.." You can't control the sob that racks your body. It makes you gasp as your rib protests. Encouraging nothing more than more sobs.

"Calm down or you'll fuck your rib up more." His voice is so rough compared to his hands that squeeze your hips. A gentle circle of one hand as he stands closer to you.

Shielding your tears from the world with his sculpted body.

"If I tell you." You hiccup in between as you fight to gain your composure, "You have to promise you won't do anything."

"I can't make such a fucking promise." He presses his forehead to yours, eyes set hard though his tone has softened.

"Then I can't tell you." You grip his shirt. He searches your eyes for a long moment before he closes them tightly. Sighing out in mock defeat before his signature TCH.

"Fine." He bites, eyes level to yours.

"It was.." You sigh out, you hadn't told a soul what happened but now you felt strong enough to rid your burden, "Hotaru."

Bakugou's expression darkens once more as soon as his name leaves your lips.

red velvet cupcake: ask any question of your own

binch u didn’t send me a question...anyway I’ll take the opportunity to ask a question of u instead.

fuck. Fuck you’re right