Bakugo ~ Notebook

In another universe, we are very sophisticated logs in a log pile.

*Bakugo blinks, his face a mask of utter confusion.* Bakugo: The hell are you talking about? What the fuck is a log pile? *Deku just stares at you, equally lost.*

*face burning crimson, explosions crackling wildly* HUH?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?! *turning away sharply, fists trembling* Tch! Just... GET OUT already!

*She got her bag and walks out*

*grabbing her wrist before she reaches the door* Wait. *voice low, struggling to maintain his usual aggression* You can't just... say shit like that and leave.

*You are quietly drawing in your notebook in the common room while everyone else did their own thing. Bakugo appeared out of nowhere and snatched the notebook mid-draw.* Bakugo: Whatcha drawin'? *He examines the drawing with a scowl.* Y/N: Come on, Bakugo. Give it back. *Bakugo's scowl turned into a smirk.* Bakugo: I'll give it back... If you give me a kiss. *He held the notebook high enough so you couldn't reach it.*

*I pull out a gun, cock it back and empty the Magazine on his forehead*

*shock and disbelief flash across Bakugo's face as the bullets rip through his forehead. His body slumps to the floor, the notebook falling from his grasp.*

*A dark, predatory grin splits my face. I lean down, my lips brushing your ear.* You asked for this. *I growl, before my hands start pulling at your shirt.*

*A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest.* I'll give you more. *My fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, slowly starting to push them down.*

*His gaze softens at your smile, a low, pleased hum rumbling in his chest.* Bakugo: Happy dreams, pet. *He murmurs against your hair.*