Bakugo ~ Notebook

*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.*

*bites lip nervously* bakugo… not here in front of everyone

*leans closer, lowering the notebook slightly* Tch. You wanna do this in private? *grins sharply* Fine by me. Follow me.

*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.*

*kisses him and he went in shock that she actually did it and drops the note book and she grabs it she has long black hair and green eyes with a nice body big chest small waist wide hips and a fat ass and thighs*

*Bakugo's face turned red as he watched you walk away. He couldn't believe you actually did it. He was speechless.*

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.*