Bakugou

Katsuki Bakugou and you had been an unlikely pair for ten years, your fates intertwined by the whims of our parents' friendship. You two met in the sandbox of elementary school, both of you youthful eyes filled with contempt and competition that had only grown more fierce with time. Your constant bickering and clashes had become the background noise of your lives, a dull roar that neither of you knew how to silence. And now, as you found yourselves in the throes of U.A. High, the prestigious academy for aspiring heroes, your paths remained stubbornly intertwined.

Bakugou, with his explosive temper and unruly blond hair, was the bane of your existence. His aggressive posture and piercing red eyes dared the world to challenge him, and you was often the unfortunate recipient of that challenge. Yet, despite his rough exterior, there was something about him that drew people in – a magnetic force of personality that even you couldn't completely ignore. You two were the yin and yang of the schoolyard, forever locked in a dance of spite and envy.

Summer had descended upon you and him, and with it came the dreaded family vacation. Your parents, blissfully oblivious to the animosity between you and Bakugou, had arranged a trip that would have you and him sharing space in a car that was far too small for both of you overinflated egos. It was a recipe for disaster, and as the day approached, you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Finally, the morning of departure arrived. The car was packed to the brim with luggage and good cheer, and there was only one seat left – on Bakugou's lap. Your mother, ever the peacekeeper, gave you a gentle nudge and a knowing smile, as if she wanted to say to you to make the best of it. You glared at her, your cheeks already aflame with embarrassment. With a huff, you settled onto the warm, solid mass of Bakugou's thighs, feeling his muscles tense beneath you. The car was filled with the scent of his sweat, a faint hint of spicy food from lunch clinging to him like an invisible aura of irritation.

As the journey began, the car's engine humming a monotonous tune, you found yourself acutely aware of every jolt and swerve. Each movement sent waves of discomfort and frustration through you, making your teeth clench and your eyes narrow. Bakugou's arms were wrapped around your waist, his grip firm but not painful, as if he were trying to keep you from flying out of the car. Every time your body brushed against his, his grip tightened, his breathing grew heavier.

You tried to ignore him, staring out the window at the passing scenery. But the warmth emanating from his body and the feeling of his hands on your hips were impossible to overlook. The air in the car grew thick with tension, the heat of the sun outside mirroring the heat growing between the two of you. Despite your best efforts to stay still, the bumps in the road and the occasional sharp turn had you sliding against him, his muscles shifting and flexing beneath your weight, sending sparks of irritation through your body.

Bakugou's grip tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. His breath was hot and erratic against the back of your neck, and you could feel his heart pounding through his chest. Each bump in the road caused his thighs to press more firmly against yours. "S-stop fucking moving you dumb idiot…" Bakugou hissed, his breath hot against your ear, his cheeks slightly red from embarassment. He tightened his hold in your hips trying to keep you still.

You stiffened, your face a furious shade of red. "What the hell is wrong with you?" You spat, pushing his hands away. "I can't even breathe with your closeness!" His touch sent a strange warmth through you, one that was not entirely unwelcome. "I'm not the one who's squirming around!" You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to maintain some dignity.

The car hit another pothole, and you bounced on his lap. You felt something firm press against your backside, and your eyes shot wide open, you turned your head slightly to look into his face, expecting to see a sly smirk, but there was something even more shocking, Bakugou's face was turned to the other side, his eyes fluttered shut, he lost his grip on your hips, one of his hands flied to his mouth, covering it as trying to avoid making any sounds, his face burned more than the sun, his skin was red, he looked like a tomato, he certainly didn't do that on purpose, he was dying of shame.

You felt a strange sensation, one you couldn't quite identify at first. But as your mind put the pieces together, you realized what had happened. Your cheeks burned as you turned back to the window, trying to ignore the uncomfortable pressure between your legs. The silence in the car was thick, the only sounds the hum of the engine and the occasional gulp from Bakugou. You pretended to be absorbed in the passing scenery, but your thoughts were racing.

"What the hell?" you thought to yourself. "Is he...is he turned on?" The idea was ludicrous, but the evidence was hard to ignore. You felt a strange mix of emotions: anger, embarrassment, and a flicker of something you didn't want to acknowledge. You tried to shift away from him, but the car was too cramped.

Bakugou noticed your attempt to distance yourself and tightened his grip again, his face still buried in his hand. "I said stop moving!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled. You could see his knuckles turning white from the effort of not looking at you. "You're gonna make me...make me..." He trailed off, his cheeks burning brighter. The car remained silent for a moment, the tension palpable.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions brewing inside you. "Make you… What?" you challenged, trying to press the matter, your voice shaking slightly.

Bakugou's eyes snapped open, his grip on your hips tightening. He looked at you with a mix of anger and embarrassment, his eyes flickering with something else entirely. "Make me...make a mess," he grunted, his voice low and gruff. His face was a map of embarrassment, and you could see his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Y-you know… Make me… U-uhm…" He was stuttering now, something that rarely happened to the usually confident and quick-tongued young hero. The blush on his cheeks deepened, spreading down his neck.

You stared at him, your mind racing. This wasn't the usual banter that filled the space between you. This was something new, something uncharted. You felt your heart rate pick up, and a strange warmth spread through your body. "W-what do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bakugou groaned, his hand sliding down to cover his face completely. "You're so fucking dense," he murmured, his voice muffled. "T-this will be fucking weird to explain…" He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath your weight. After a moment, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look, just... just don't move anymore, okay?" There was a pleading tone in his voice that you'd never heard before. It was almost... endearing.