The Things He Doesn't Know — K. Bakugo
This is a series, so other parts will be here!
Bakugo x female reader (Slight Sero x female reader 👀)
Synopsis: When you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend, but force you're feeling's down for the sake of your friendship.
Author's note: Since y'all gave me ideas, this is what you get 😈. Also, there are so many people wanting to be tagged, I didn't think ya'll liked this story so much, so thank you!
Your back rested against the cool wall as you tried to muffle your sobs. Crying like this, like some pathetic loser, only made you feel worse.
The distant thump of music pulsed through the halls, the party still in full swing. Mina hadn’t come back yet. Maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she was too busy fixing the mess you made.
You felt awful, truly, you did. Yeah, Kimiko got under your skin with all her talk about Bakugo, but it wasn’t really her fault. She didn’t know how you felt. No one did, no one except Sero and now Mina.
But God, it felt like every time she opened her mouth, it was about him. Was that all she ever thought about? Did she have nothing else to talk about?
Still, why had this moment been the one to make you snap? It wasn’t the first time she had gushed about him. Hell, it wasn’t even the most annoying time.
Maybe… maybe it was because you were falling deeper. And every time you saw her flirting, every time you heard his name leave her lips with that dreamy little sigh, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the weight pressing down on your chest.
You groaned into your hands, wiping away another stray tear.
Then, as if to torture yourself further, your mind dragged you back to the exact moment you knew or truly realized.
The hospital.
The hospital room was sterile and quiet, the white walls too bright, too lifeless. When the doctors let you in, you saw him, sitting up in bed, bandaged and bruised, the remnants of battle still fresh on his skin.
Your best friend had almost died. You could still see it, the color draining from his face, the gaping wound in his chest.
Then, he noticed you. His crimson eyes were a little more tired than usual, but still sharp, still fiery.
“Are you just gonna—”
Before he could finish, you bolted across the room and wrapped your arms around him, holding on like he’d disappear if you let go.
Tears spilled onto his hospital gown, soaking into his bandages. “Don’t you ever do something like that again!” you choked out, voice trembling.
You heard him grumble something under his breath, but he didn’t push you off. “Always a crybaby.”
You rolled your eyes, even as more tears kept falling. “You’re so lucky I can’t hit you right now.”
Bakugo pulled back just enough to look at you, his face inches from yours. “You’ve never been a pretty crier, so stop. It doesn’t work on you.” His thumb brushed away one of your tears, his touch lingering for just a second too long before he pulled away.
Your heart stuttered in your chest.
You leaned back in, resting your head against his shoulder. “I missed you, y’know, I really thought I'd never see you again” you whispered.
He didn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t hear you. But his grip on you tightened, just a little.
“Y/N?”
Your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice.
You turned to see Sero walking toward you, his usual easygoing expression laced with concern.
You wiped at your face quickly. “Hey…” you muttered as he sat down beside you.
“This is the second time I’ve cried near you,” you said with a weak laugh. “God, all I ever seem to do these days is cry.”
“We all have feelings,” Sero said with a small shrug. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.” He nudged you lightly.
You nodded, exhaling slowly. “So… I’m assuming you heard about my 'incident' with Kimiko.”
He snorted. “I think everyone at the party did.”
“Great. Just great.” You groaned, rubbing your face. Peeking at Sero through your fingers, you hesitated. “You’re not… mad? Y’know, considering your crush on her?”
“Nah.” He leaned his head back against the wall. “Although I am curious.”
You sighed, already knowing he’d put the pieces together. “Do I even have to say it? A six-letter word. Starts with ‘B,’ ends in ‘O.’”
Sero hummed in understanding. “Ah.”
Silence stretched between you.
Then, before you could stop yourself, you asked, “How do you do it?”
Sero raised a brow. “Do what? Because there’s a lot of things I do. I’m a man of many talents.”
You let out a quiet snort, shaking your head. “How do you deal with Kimiko flirting with Bakugo? You like her, right? Doesn’t it suck, watching your crush flirt with someone else?”
Sero sighed, stretching his legs out. "Yeah, it sucks. But, y’know... there are other fish in the sea." He turned his head, meeting your gaze. "If Kimiko doesn’t fall madly in love with me, it’s all good. Just as brave, just as smart, just as sweet."
His dark eyes lingered on yours, and for a second, the air shifted.
Your breath hitched.
You held his gaze for a second too long before quickly looking away, warmth creeping up your neck.
“…Right,” you muttered. “You really have a way with words, huh?”
“I’m just great like that.” He grinned.
And for a moment, just a moment, all the weight you’d been carrying felt a little lighter.
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