'23.0 - NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOUR FACE.

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| CHAPTER TWENTY THREE|

🎵 jazz bar drunk by wulf morpheus
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THE NEXT DAY, YOU HAD TO MISS YOUR CLASSES. because 'big surprise', bakugo was right and you'd come down with a cold. your body ached all over as you barely held your heavy eyelids open to text izuku and let him know so he could tell aizawa you'd be absent.

you napped for the most of the day, too weak to do anything. after grabbing some water from your night stand, you were ready to doze off again but three harsh knocks forced your eyelids to snap open.

you hadn't realized everyone was already back. did i really sleep all day? you reluctantly left your warm bed and opened the door only to slam it close right away.

"y/n. you will open this door if you know what's good for you" bakugo's angry voice yelled from the other side.

"no!"

"why the hell not?"

"because you're gonna kill me"

"damn right. now open up before i explode your door into pieces"

you personally preferred to die than get in trouble with aizawa so you quickly opened the door and shut your eyes closed ready for an explosion to hit you with full force.

what you weren't ready for was two muscular arms wrapping around you and pulling you in. "you fucking idiot" bakugo almost whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.

you felt a blush crawl up your neck to the tip of your ears. why was he acting like this? he opened his eyes and pulled away "at least you don't have a fever" he sighed out but once he saw your face continued "you look flushed. you should probably measure it too just to be sure".

you just stood there in shock. what the actual hell?

"what are you staring at?" he asked uninterestedly. "you know what? it doesn't fucking matter. i'm leaving" and with that he turned around and left.

you stood there for a good two minutes, speechless. "what the hell was that?" you exhaled, confused by his actions. one minute it seemed like he cared, and the next he didn't. it was almost as if he was in conflict with himself.

whatever.

you went back to bed and played your favorite lofi playlist, a collection of slowed down and chill old songs that never failed to relax you:

(let's say you played this playlist)

then you sat on your bed with your back against the headboard and legs stretched out in front of you, humming to the music and occasionally bobbing your head.

about thirty minutes later, bakugo just opened the door and waltzed in as if he owned the place.

"sure. just come in. don't knock or anything" you said sarcastically and rolled you eyes at him."

"tch. just shut up and eat this. i'm guessing your weak ass hasn't eaten anything all day." he handed you a tray of soup and ginger tea that you just noticed he was holding in his hands.

"oh, wow. thanks katsuki. be careful though, someone might get the wrong idea and think you actually care" you chuckled before taking a spoon of the delicious smelling soup.

"it's not like i have a fucking choice. i'm forced into a band with a bunch of idiots who don't know how to take care of themselves" he climbed onto your bed and sat next to you with his back against the headboard.

"you're staying?"

he hummed in response.

"how come?"

"people keep annoying me, banging on my door every two minutes. but since no one wants to see your face, your room is the perfect place for me" he smirked teasingly.

you scoffed "and who wants to see your gremlin face?"

he exhaled loudly "you know... dumb hair, dunce face, tape arms, racoon eyes, round face... honestly the list goes on and on".

ochako, huh? mentioning her soured your mood a bit, making you not want to continue the teasing. "this is really good, thanks" you changed the subject instead without looking up, almost devouring the soup.

"of course it's good. i made it".

you hummed absent mindedly. you knew he could do whatever he wanted to and sleep with whoever he wanted to as well. but the thought of ochako using him made you extra mad.

he just sat there in silence, watching you eat as jazz bar drunk played in the background:

if i knew then, what i know now, well, it probably wouldn't have changed very much. and it probably wouldn't have changed very much because sometimes it doesn't matter what you know. what you feel, just takes over.

as the slow drums, occasional piano and what sounded like a trumpet played the melodious jazz rhythm, you broke the silence "you know, i kinda agree with him"

"huh?"

"sometimes, even if you know something will end badly, you might still do it"

"tch. that's fucking stupid"

"oh, come on katsuki. you're telling me you wouldn't have made the same choices you have made so far?"

"of course not. why would you hurt yourself again? you should learn your lesson, and win next time."

"well you usually learn and grow from the hurt. also not everything has to be about winning."

"are you saying you like to lose?"

"what? no. it's not about winning or losing."

"how is your ex cheating on you any different from losing?"

"cause it had nothing to do with me. i didn't do anything wrong, how could i have lost?"

"not you. him. he lost."

you looked up to read his expression but he had his arm over his eyes as his head rested on the wooden headboard of your bed.

"and i lost" he whispered, barely audible but you heard.

you scoffed "well, then she lost even more."

he lifted his arm a bit to stare at you from the side of his eye before frowning "change your shitty playlist. do you only listen to sad and sappy songs?"

you rolled your eyes at him and grabbed your phone to change the music but he took it away to play his playlist "don't fucking roll your eyes at me" he demanded without even looking up so you just rolled your eyes again.

"you shouldn't stay here too long. you might catch my cold."

"don't worry. i have the strongest immune system. i'll crush those viruses and germs unlike your weak body" he said playfully.

"as long as you don't blame me tomorrow."

his rock and hip hop songs boomed out of the speaker as he bobbed his head a bit to the rhythm and sang some of the lyrics under his breath.

"well since you're overstaying your welcome, wanna play a game?"

"depends."

you stood up to get two controllers before throwing one at him "mortal kombat?"

he smirked "oh, you're gonna lose so bad, you'll  be crying all night."

"oh please, you don't know who you're dealing with here. prepare to, DIE" you yelled the last word immitating him before a smug expression plastered on your face.

"stop. you're so bad at impersonating others. it's sad." bakugo said playfully and laughed.

his laugh.

you only smiled back playfully, too distracted by that rare sound you wished you could hear more often.

you finally started the game. he picked erron black and you chose jacqui briggs. their intro coincidentally quite fitting:

jacqui: twirling pistols won't win this

erron: i don't just twirl 'em, i make 'em sing.
jacqui: yeah, way off key

"look katsuki, even jacqui knows you sing off key." you teased. he wasn't awful but let's just say there was a reason kaminari and kirishima did most of the singing aside from you.

"oh, fuck you" he yelled angrily.

"i bet you'd love to~" you cooed.

"you're so fucking annoying" he gripped the controller a bit tighter as both of you started smashing the buttons, focusing your attention back to the game.

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Where words fail, music speaks
-Hans Christian Andersen


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