《jouska (k. bakugo x reader)》ꕥ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ ꕥ
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It had been a couple of weeks since you had arrived at UA, and you could proudly say that you loved it there. Making friends wasn't a problem, since mostly everyone in your class was warm and welcoming towards you, and the assignments seemed to be easy enough to manage.
What was not easy to manage were your feelings towards Bakugo.
It seemed like every day he would slyly flirt with you, although that wasn't a new thing. What was new was his obvious jealousy towards your male friends.
"Yo, Y/N, check this out!" Kaminari exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he basically shoved his phone in your face. You stared at the screen, confused.
"It's...me?"
"Yeah! It's your TikTok you made with Bakugo! It went viral!"
"Oi, Sparky, get off of her. And what the fuck did you say about us going viral?" Bakugo growled, walking into the classroom. Kaminari grinned, ignoring the first part of his sentence, and pressed play on the video.
"Uh, say something."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck you, say something else."
"Fuck me."
You turned a bright red, grabbing Kaminari's phone and staring at the amount of popularity it had gained: over 500 thousand likes and 4 thousand shares.
"This wasn't even that interesting of a video, why is it going viral?!" You exclaimed, handing the phone back to Kaminari as Bakugo pried his arm off of you. Kaminari shrugged.
"Check your phone and see what the comments are, I guess."
You grumbled, pulling out your phone and opening TikTok as Bakugo loomed over you, staring at your phone intently. Your face paled. "How many followers did I gain from that video, anyways?!"
You tapped on the video, and opened the comment section, scrolling through the messages people had left.
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"Wow, that guy is hot. Don't be shy, drop his 'at'. I might just steal your man. I would let him rearrange my guts." You recited, growing pissed by the second. "All thirsty TikTok bitches."
"Damn, Y/N, are you jealous that I'm getting more attention than you?" Bakugo chuckled, watching as you continued to scroll through the comments.
"Shut up, I am not." You growled, then your eyes landed on a comment from a boy. "You're cute, please notice me. With the little pointing finger thingy."
"Hah?!" Bakugo shouted, grabbing your phone from you.
"Hey! Give it back, asshole!"
"I'm gonna exchange some fucking words with this bastard."
"Katsuki, we aren't even dating! Why are you so mad all of a sudden?!"
Bakugo froze, looking down at you blankly. The classroom went silent, and you and Bakugo were left staring at each other. He handed your phone back to you, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning around.
"Don't ask stupid questions. Figure it out."
You watched him as he left the room, confused.
"Uh, is there something I'm missing here?" You said slowly, turning to Kaminari. He shrugged, a clueless look on his face. You groaned in frustration, standing up abruptly and running after Bakugo.
"Katsuki! Wait up!" You called out, but unfortunately Bakugo kept on walking. You growled, running even faster. "Katsuki!"
"What?" He snapped, whirling around to face you. You bumped into his firm chest, letting out a huff. You stepped back, frowning.
"Why the fuck are you so mad? I thought we were friends!"
Bakugo groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Friends, friends, friends, fucking friends! God, I fucking hate that word!"
He leaned down, narrowing his eyes at you. "I don't. Want. To be. Friends. How clueless can you be?"
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Your heart cringed and a pained expression grew on your face, eyes welling up with tears. "What the-what the fuck does that mean? You don't wanna be friends with me...anymore?"
"No! Oh my fucking god, do I have to spell it out for you? Come on, idiot."
Bakugo grabbed your hand, pulling you with him as he turned around. You made a surprised noise, tears spilling out of your eyes as he led you around to the back of the school. He stopped suddenly, letting go of your hand.
"Why do you think I'm mad about that fucking comment?"
You blinked, eyebrows furrowing. "Um...I don't know? J-jealousy?"
Bakugo scoffed, turning around. "And why do people usually feel jealousy?"
"Because they...like someone?"
"And why do you think I always tease you?" Bakugo said louder, stepping closer to you. "Why do you think I taught you how to skate? Why do you think I want to talk to you and text you all the time?"
"W-why do you?" You stuttered, face flushing and heart pounding.
'Oh my god oh my god oh my god, is this really fucking happening? Holy shit, holy shit! Is he gonna confess to me?! I think he is but I don't know! What if I'm just assuming things?! I'm so scared, what the fuuuuuck."
Bakugo grabbed your shoulders, ruby red eyes staring into your E/C ones intensely.
"Because you're my best friend, dumbass, and I fucking like you."
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