Starry-Eyed and Fallen Hard- Kiribaku Fanfic- Chapter Three

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Story Here: I couldn’t help but watch him during class the next day. We were in English, with Present Mic, and he was just... there. I couldn’t stop looking at him. I knew I had a longing look on my face- there was no way to get rid of it. Until... “Okay, seriously, weird hair.” Bakugo snapped, meeting my gaze. “Why the hell are you staring at me?” “Uhhhh-” “Boys!” Present Mic called. “Pay attention, please, dudes?” “Meet up with me later.” I whispered quickly before turning my attention back towards Mic’s lesson. But mentally? I was screaming with happiness. --- Well, that happiness turned into nervousness within an hour. I was waiting for him by the doors to the dorms- I wasn’t even sure if he was coming or not. I was cold, and I wanted to go inside. But if he was coming... “Weird hair.” I glanced up. Bakugo was standing in front of me, arms crossed, an amused expression on his face. “So you wanted to hang out, and now you’re the cold one?” He smirked. “Hey! I'm not cold!” I cried. “Oh, you’re clearly cold.” Bakugo grinned. “Hm, let’s see....” he pulled off his sweater. I knew what he was doing- and I didn’t want it to happen. “Oh, no.” I shook my head. “I don’t need your sweater.” Mentally, I was freaking out. He was offering me his sweater? I wanted to take it, but I was too flustered. “Oh really?” Bakugo smirked. “I don’t care.” He shoved the sweater over my head, and- against my will- I sank into it. “Okay, that’s better...” I admitted. “Mhm.” Bakugo started walking. “Well, are we going to hang out or what?” “Y-Yeah!” I hurried after him, smiling and blushing. He pulled me around town for a while, pointing out interesting things in shop windows. I smiled and chatted with him- I'd never seen him so interactive in my life. And I was so happy. That was until he pulled me to a bench at the park. That was when everything got terrible. He was sitting close- way too close. And he was still holding my hand. I felt my face grow warm, and he noticed. “Does this bother you...?” He asked softly. I just stared at him. “I don’t wanna cause any problems, if it does.” I felt myself stand up. “I’ll see you later.” ‘What are you doing?’ I screamed in my head. ‘This is everything you wanted! What are you doing?’ “So it does?” “I didn’t say that.” “You implied it.” “By doing what?” “Standing up. You know, I thought you liked me?” “I do.” “Then why are you running away? Are you scared, Kirishima? Are you scared of something?” “No! I want to tell you that I-” “Shh.” I jumped as he slapped his hand over my mouth and yanked me behind the bench. “Did you hear that?” I shook my head quickly. “I could’ve sworn... Dabi’s voice.” He muttered, releasing me. “Sorry. Must’ve been a mistake.” “It wasn’t.” Dabi was suddenly in front of us, and I didn’t even have time to process it. ‘Where did he come from? What’s he doing out in public? Why’s he messing with us?’ Thoughts streaked through my mind as Bakugo grabbed my arm and slowly started backing up. “We can’t fight.” I heard him whisper. “Run when I say so.” “Oh, don’t go backing away, now!” Dabi sang. “Bakugo- come here!” I saw Bakugo’s eyes widen the slightest bit, but he insisted redirected his attention to me. “Run.” He hissed. “I’ll handle this.” “I’m not leaving you.” I whispered. “Go get help.” Bakugo growled. “It’ll help more than you risking getting hurt yourself.” I hesitated, then sighed. “Okay. Be careful. Try to not fight.” I murmured, then took off towards UA. “Oh no.” Dabi rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. “No way are you getting away.” His grip hurt- it burned. I tried to get away, but he just yanked me closer. I noticeably flinched, and I saw Bakugo’s eyes light with anger. “Stop it!” He yelled, jumping at Dabi and frantically trying to pry him away from me. “You’re hurting him!” I managed to struggle out of Dabi’s tight grasp and I stumbled backwards. Bakugo grabbed my hand and we booked it out of there- Dabi couldn’t catch us. We we're both out of breath as we fell to the ground outside of UA. “Is your-” Bakugo panted. “-wrist okay?” “Y-Yeah.” I coughed a few times. “Well that was a fun way to end that hangout...” I mumbled, feeling bad. “Not your fault.” Bakugo grumbled. “And if you blame it on yourself, I'll give you a nice slap.” “Sounds like that’ll hurt.” I laughed, managing a smile. “Hey, we’re alive! And not hurt!” “Mhm, so your wrist isn’t a thing?” “That’s unimportant. We should be thinking about where Dabi came from and what he wanted.” I mumbled. “He did kinda tell me to come there. If they’re thinking about doing anything with me again, well... not happening.” Bakugo looked like himself- frustrated and frowny. There was something else, though. Something I just couldn’t place. “Let’s just let Principal Nezu know.” I decided, standing up. I offered a hand to Bakugo, but he just stood up on his own. Such a Bakugo-like move. I smiled.