"Kumori-chan, I'm sure he didn't mean to upset you. He probably thought he was doing the right thing." Hesitation. A tenseness to his voice as he was clearly conflicted about this discussion.

Slouching. Fidgeting with a strand of dark blue hair as she listened to her friend talk and sighing as she closed her eyes. Safely in her room now; sitting on her bed and hoping to calm down some more after talking to her friend. Midoriya seemed to be completely on Iida's side, though.

"It just…scared me," she explained. "You weren't there. You didn't hear him. Izuku-kun, he was so serious and…it was just too much for me. What he was saying. It sounded like he wanted to plan out my entire life for me and I…don't need that. I don't want that. I just want to be friends with him, but-"

"He's a little intense sometimes," Midoriya finished, knowing from experience. "No, I…I get what you mean. He gets so committed to something if he thinks that it's the right thing to do. Sometimes he forgets to step back and try to look at what he's doing."

There was a pause. Like he was nervously working up the courage for his next words. "Do you…um…do you want to come over? Or I can come to you? We can just hang out or something. L-like, I thought we could watch some videos on my phone. It might take your mind off of what happened."

Warmth gradually flooded her cheeks and Kumori bit her lip. Lowering her head and tugging gently at the strand of hair hanging beside her face. "I…kind of have plans tonight. I'm sorry, Izuku-kun."

"Oh." The disappointment clear in his tone. Another pause before he spoke again, forcing cheerfulness into his voice. "That's okay! It's getting pretty late anyway. I should probably try to get some studying in before bed. I'll see you tomorrow, then, Kumori-chan. Good night."

"Good night." She ended the call and leaned her head back against the wall. Frowning, sighing. Dreading what morning would bring because she knew that Iida would want to talk about what happened. He had refrained from trying to call her or come to her door, but Kumori knew him well enough to know he was not going to drop this and pretend the argument never took place.

A few minutes passed and she was about to pull back her blanket to go to sleep, but froze when there was a sharp knocking at her door. She crossed the room with caution. Reluctant to answer. Worried it was Iida and that he would insist on discussing what had occurred.

"Kumori, open up." Bakugou's growl penetrated the door and there was a quiet thud of his fist against its surface again. "You want someone to see me out here?"

She opened the door a little to peer out at him, but Bakugou nudged the door open more to allow himself in. He kicked it closed behind him and smirked down at her. Hair still wet from a recent wash, the smell of soap still clinging to his skin as he leaned in closer to the girl. "What are you doing? It's late-"

"So what?" His smirk spreading as he took a strand of her hair between his fingers. "If I get tired, I can sleep here, right? I let you sleep in my room so you still owe me one."

Heat spread through her and she looked away, giving a small nod. "I-I guess that's only fair," she conceded.

"Damn right it is." He let go of her hair and crossed her room to the bed. Already falling onto his back, making himself comfortable on her blankets and pillows. Beckoning to her with a finger and hooking it into the collar of her shirt when she sat at the edge of the bed. Pulling her down and leaning up at the same time to catch her lips in a kiss.

Kumori let him pull her down as he fell onto his back again, bringing her down so she was lying half on top of him. His free hand pressing against her back and keeping their lips in contact until he finally let her go with a satisfied smirk. Burying her face in his shoulder to try to hide the reddish hue of her cheeks.

"What'd he want from you anyway? You didn't tell me why that four eyes was chasing you." Fingers ran gently through her hair. Comforting, tender.

She had her eyes closed as her fingers gripped his t-shirt. Quietly telling him, with a bit of hesitation. Expecting him to react the same way Midoriya had. Siding with Iida; refusing to see it from her point of view. Kumori, of course, could understand that Iida really thought that he was doing the right thing. It was just difficult to not become frightened when she remembered the interaction.

Bakugou's hold on her tightened. "Who the hell does he think he is?! Are you okay with that? He's treating you like a damn kid! Acting like you have to be taken care of all the time! You're better than that!"

A lump forming in her throat. A burning in her nose, at the edges of her eyes. Her heart skipping a beat when he leaned down and brushed his lips along the side of her neck, beneath her ear. "Is that really what you think?" Her voice coming out in whisper as she clung to him.

"Shut up! Don't act like you don't know it! I know you can take care of yourself! You don't need that nerd or any of those other extras to do stuff for you! Besides…" He moved her onto him, settling a leg between hers and giving her a half-grin when he rubbed his thigh against the warmth there. "I'm the only person you need to take care of you, right?"

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So satisfying. The quiet whimper that she tried to muffle against his shoulder and failed when his fingers threaded into her blue locks to draw her face back. The sight of her blush-warmed cheeks sending heat to his lower abdomen. Thoughts of turning them both, putting her onto her back, taking her in her bed the same way he had taken her in his bed not that long ago.

A need instead of just a want. Necessity in place of a simple desire. This idea of having his way with Kumori in her bed, after she had chosen him over her friend, after he had just washed the blood off from killing that lowlife for the League. It was just too good for him to pass up.

The softness of her skin against his. The whisper of his name from those lips, the way she clung to him. The way her body fit so perfectly against his and moved to meet each roll of his hips, her nails raking his back as her pleasure mounted and her back arched. His mouth covered hers, smirking into the kiss as he swallowed a moan of his name.

Lying in her bed when it was done, his arm wrapped around Kumori, he ran his fingertips along her back. Even more content than the last time and feeling his ego at an all-time high. What he did not expect was what she said as he was beginning to doze off.

"Are you…busy on Sunday?" she asked. Hesitating and nuzzling against his shoulder as he quirked an eyebrow.

"What's Sunday?" Bakugou anticipated her stammering out an invitation to go on a date or something, but was again surprised when she explained to him.

"Sunday. I'm going home to visit my mom's grave with my dad and my brother. I usually go with Tenya-kun, but…I don't…"

"Tch. I'm not letting that guy be alone with you. Not after the crap he pulled today." A cocky grin pulled at his lips as he looked down into her catlike eyes. "You wanna introduce me to your dad, right?"

The thought was amusing, but it did make him happy. You're that in love with me that you want me to meet your family, huh? I wonder what your old man would think if he knew I'm a villain. This made his grin falter a little and he settled against the pillows; adjusting to make himself more comfortable.

He was a villain. Even if he was masquerading as an aspiring hero. There was blood on his hands. Practically ground into every fiber of his being from the sprees he sometimes went on, the little "hunt and kill" tasks that the League liked to give him. So much blood, so many bodies, but he had no regrets about it.

I'm a villain. Just like the bastard that killed your mom. Damn it. Looking down and seeing that her eyes were closed. Her chest rising and falling gently as she slept with his arm around her. So warm, so peaceful, so sweet. Such a contrast to the bitterness he knew he radiated. This soft, gentle girl in his arms managed to calm the inferno of rage that was almost always burning in his heart and left it replaced with something else. The acceptance, the adoration that made him feel as though he was the most powerful person in the world.

You love me, right? So I'm gonna do something powerful! I'm gonna do something that'd make you fall for me even harder! Just wait, Kumori! I'll give you something nobody else can! Bakugou felt her lips brush against his skin as she cuddled up to him, sending heat to his lower abdomen again and making his heart start to pound faster and faster.

"…love you…" she mumbled, her breath softly skimming over his chest.

The best he had ever slept and he had to be rudely woken up by her alarm. Bakugou slipped out of her room early enough that no one else would be up yet and trudged to his own room in the boys' wing. Irritated he had to separate from her so soon, but knowing that the next day she would all his. Sunday was bound to be a big day for both of them and he was determined to make it a good day for her.

Eating breakfast with her and his friends, casting a warning glare toward Iida when the class representative entered the dining area. His left hand rested on Kumori's thigh; being bold since no one else was sitting on their side of the table. Half-grinning at the way her face turned pink.

What do you think he'd say if he saw this? Think he'd be jealous? You think he'd be mad if he knew what I'm doing right now? That four eyes would probably lose his shit if he knew what we did last night. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Might wanna control yourself better. You're gonna make those extras stare if you keep blushing."

Bakugou was impatient. Classes dragging on; the minutes passing like hours. Unbearable since he had plans. More important things to attend to that he knew Kumori would appreciate. Things that would make her little heart throb the way she made his heart throb.

It was just a short little stop after his work study. After spending time patrolling with Kumori and one of the agency's sidekicks. A brief stop on his way back to the dorms. Despite having just gone there the previous day, Bakugou was once again entering the hideout of the League of Villains with a grumpy scowl intact on his face.

Storming up to the counter and slamming a fist down to command Kurogiri's attention. "Hey, smoke face! I need some information about someone."

The shadowy villain paused in cleaning a glass. "Do you have their name?"

"No, but I've got some details. This bastard killed somebody about six or seven years ago. A lady with the name Kageyama. You know who I'm talking about?"