/*Warning! Sexual contents! Readers under 16 read with caution!*/

There was a loud growl constantly rumbling in Bakugou's throat as he stomped down the halls of UA. His fellow second years recognized him immediately, for he was probably the most well known UA student of their year, especially after his victory in the sports festival their first year. A few girls quickly swerved to the side of the halls to avoid the boy who wears a scowl everyday as if it were his favorite shirt or something.

Class 2-C immediately knew what was up when the door to their classroom slides open with a BAM and there stood the spiky blonde shouting, "HEY SHITHEAD COME AND FIGHT ME!"

A young silver haired teenager wearing a set of big red headphones nodded to her music as she continued her sketch of a hot 2D character. Suddenly someone slid the headphone off of her. "Hey Miko-chan, Bakugou's here again," said her classmate.

"What?!" Kamiko glanced at her phone. Shit, the school bell already rang! She totally lost track of time. "Why didn't any of you guys remind me?!" Now she can't run away.

Bakugou walked in the classroom and lifted the teenage girl by her collar, dragging her off her chair and pulled her out the classroom. "H-Hey Bakugou I didn't pack my bags yet! Bakugou!"

"You can come back and get it later." The blonde teenage boy pulled the girl down the halls, with the girl constantly yelling at him to slow down for her stubby legs. Meanwhile their classmates and schoolmates just sighed at the usual sight. They've long gotten used to seeing the explosive teenage boy dragging or pulling or carrying the whiny teenage girl out of her classroom.

They arrived at training ground gamma, where Bakugou got special permission to use for his sparring whenever he could catch Kamiko. "Okay let's begin!" he said.

The sparring rules were as usual. They'd throw a rock and at the moment the rock lands on the ground, they begin. As always, Bakugou was quick to lose. Once she has her territory out, how was he supposed to win?

"I win, can we stop now?" Kamiko asked when Bakugou was pinned to the wall.

"Grrrrrr..." the boy just growled and didnt answer. Kamiko took that as a yes and released her quirk. Bakugou dropped to the ground and glared at the girl, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Instead of running away before he could ask for round two, however, the girl bent down and took out a handkerchief from her pocket. She gently dabbed the handkerchief on the sweat drops clinging to Bakugou's forehead.

The boy grabbed her wrist. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growled.

"You just- You looked really tired so I-"

"Are you looking down on me?!" Bakugou shouted as he pushed her down to the ground. He pinned her hands to the ground, and his face hovered over hers. Suddenly his heart stopped, and his eyes widened.

Was her hair always this long? He stared at her long silver locks spread all over the ground like a thin blanket. And her lips...did they always look this tasty? Her lips were the shade of roses, and her cheeks were the color of cotton candy.

For some reason Bakugou's heart started to beat at the speed of a Shinkansen. He could feel it thumping on the inside of his ribcage, almost trying to break out of his chest. There was a strong urge to taste those apple like lips, see if they taste just as good as they looked. "Bakugou...kun?" her voice sent jitters down to the pit of his stomach. Bakugou swallowed hard.

Without a second thought he pressed his lips against hers. So soft...like a feather pillow, but the taste of roses. "Mn," she let out a soft moan against him. Her voice was like a lighter that set fire throughout his entire body. He started to move his lips against hers, and she responded by syncing her movement with his. With one of his hands interlocked with hers, still pinned to the ground, he trailed the other hand down, and slid it under her favorite pink tank top. Her skin was hot to the touch.

Bakugou trickled his rough calloused fingers up her smooth, soft skin. His lips parted from hers, and he heard her let out a disappointed cry. He placed soft butterfly kisses all over her chin, her neck, and down to her collar bone. He should stop, he really should. But her scent was too inviting, and he couldn't get enough of the way she tasted. "Bakugou...Bakugou..." Her voice kept encouraging him.

Bakugou panted heavily against her skin, breathing in her fresh cucumber scent. "Beep," she said.

"What?" Bakugou asked.

"Beep!"

BeebeebeeBeep! BeebeebeeBeep!

Bakugou's eyes shot open. And he was in Kamiko's room. His phone vibrated violently next to his pillow, his alarm screaming at him to get his ass up. He patted the place next to his pillow, struggling to grab his phone. When he finally turned off the alarm he realized read the clock, it was 7:03, the alarm had already been ringing for 3 minutes.

What the fuck was that?! He thought. That dream... How did he- They just- All of a sudden they were- WHAAAATTTTT?! Bakugou lifted his blanket. Crap... He's hard.

The blonde let out a silent groan as he placed his forearm over his eyes, and covered that obvious bulge back up with the blanket. He peeked at Kamiko's bed. She was still sleeping, with her pillow folded over her head. Thank god. "Tsk." This was the worst. It's all because of that damn woman. If she hadn't made that face last night...

...

Kamiko had been acting weird ever since Bakugou picked her up from school. He couldn't exactly put a finger on what is wrong with her, but she just seemed a little off. Whether it's the way she talked or the way she moved, there was something about her that didn't seem normal.

At first Bakugou didn't think much about it, but as the day went on he began to realize that Kamiko was avoiding him. When he talked to her, she'd look away purposely, and reply in short half assed answers. When he was a certain distance away from her she'd scoot away from him. The first few times he didn't mind, but the more it happened the more it started to irritate him. The fuck is up her ass this time?!

"Hey, you got a problem with me or something?" Balugou finally asked when they finished dinner.

"H-Huh? No! Of course not! What makes you think that?" Kamiko replied, still avoiding his eyes. Bakugou knitted his brows tightly, obviously not buying her answer.

"Then why won't you look me in the face?" he demanded.

"I-" Kamiko turned her eyes to him, but the second her eyes met his she immediately darted them away. "I do! You're just imagining things." She grabbed the plates and carried them to the kitchen. It became kind of a habit that Bakugou cooks and Kamiko does the dishes. Instead of sitting around and reading some news or her manga, Bakugou followed the woman to her kitchen.

"I'm not. Something happened today, and you're acting weird." He leaned on the door frame.

"I'm always like this!" Kamiko replied as she squirted detergent onto the sponge. Bakugou wanted to refute, but she wasn't exactly wrong. If you say she's acting the same, she's just as cheerful and talkative as usual, and annoyingly cheeky too. But if you say she's acting weird, she has been avoiding eye contact and physical contact for the past few hours.

"Hey, tell me the truth, did something happen at school today? Did you see any suspicious people?" Bakugou stepped into the kitchen. Clearvo said everything was normal today, and he didn't see any suspicious people around the university, but they might be in disguise. Or maybe... This isn't the real Kamiko?! Bakugou grabbed the girl by the wrist, pulling her away from the sink. The plate slipped from her hand and shattered on the ground. Bakugou's other hand grabbed Kamiko by the neck. "Who are you?! What did you do to her?!"

"B-Bakugou what are you doing?! It's me!" Kamiko exclaimed.

"Prove it!"

"Territory!" Kamiko said. She then hooked her finger upward, and the shattered plate started floating into the air, little tiny pieces piecing themselves together until the plate was restored to it's original state and carefully set back into the sink. She then waved her hand again, and the door of the cabinet in front of Bakugou bust open, smacking him in the face.

"Augh!" Bakugou grunted when he fent the wooden door hit him straight in the nose. Okay that's Kamiko alright. "The fuck is wrong with you?!"

"The fuck is wrong with you?! You're the one who suddenly started choking me and questioning my identity!" Kamiko said.

"Ahh?! You're the one who won't look me in the eyes! Of course I'd question your identity!"

"I won't look you in the eyes because-" Kamiko cut herself off. Bakugou glared at her as he rubbed his soar nose. He waited for her to give him an explanation, but his eyes just widened as her face began to turn red. Cute. Bakugou froze. Wait did he just-... Did he just think she was cute? "J-Just get out! Let me do the dishes in peace!" Before he could wrap his head around the fact that his heart just skipped a beat he was pushed out of the kitchen by the young silver haired woman. There was no door to the kitchen that she could slam in his face. Oh how she wished there was one so she could hide those blood red cheeks of hers.

Bakugou stared at her awe struck. Was she perhaps...embarrassed? About what? What did he do? For some reason he was reminded of a scene in her manga, the scene where the cheerful popular gay kid saw and fell in love with the introverted quiet kid for the first time. Badump! Badump!

Holy shit he felt hot. Bakugou swallowed a lump in his throat and immediately searched for the remote control for the AC. Kamiko's flushed red expression kept replaying itself in his head. The way her face turned red from neck up... What the fuck that was so damn cute! For the first time Bakugou felt like he understood the word 'cute.' Before when Ashido and the girls would compliment each other, he just rolled his eyes and ignored them. There were a few times the pink skinned girl would shove Pomeranian pictures in his face, saying how cute they were, but other than 'meh' Bakugou couldn't think of another way to describe how it looks to him. It's not disgusting, and he wouldn't mind looking at it, but it certainly isn't something he'd find 'cute.' But just now... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! Right then and there he felt as if something gave his heart a tight squeeze then let it go.

He wanted to see more.

Bakugou placed a hand over his now reddened cheeks. "Fuck..."

...

Since when, he wondered. Since when did he started feeling this way towards that fujoshi manga artist? Surely he was just caught off guard. It's just because she's a damn woman and he's a grown ass man who hadn't masterbated in ages. That must be it. He's not actually lusting her body and he doesn't find her cute. He's a hero. As much as he doesn't want to give a damn about this whole "professionalism" shit he had to keep himself under control.

Kamiko doesn't have to go to school until 11, so she won't get up until 10. Bakugou got out of his futon and stormed into the bathroom. There's no other choice. He'll just have to do it here before she wakes up.

He locked the door behind him, and prayed that she'll sleep just as heavily as she normally does. He slowly pulled down his shorts and boxers, letting his aching bulge fly loose. He doesn't have any lube so he grabbed some of Kamiko's hair conditioner. "Damn it..." he muttered. Bakugou began rubbing his stack as he sat against the bath tub. "..ngh..." He stuffed his shirt in his mouth to muffle out any of the noises he may make as he tried to relieve himself.

"Bakugou."

"...mmf!" Bakugou's eyes squeezed shut. He pumped his hand up and down on his large shaft, a pair of silver orbs appearing in his head.

"...Bakugou..."

He began to pump harder when he heard her voice repeating his name. Her flushed red face, those hazy silver eyes, the soft silky skin, and those rosy red lips curled in a seductive smile. Her body squirms under his as she runs her soft fingers along his most sensitive areas. She continues to moan his name as he pumps himself in and out of her. "Ngh..." Harder. Faster!

"Bakugou!"

Bakugou bit hard on the piece of clothing in his mouth as he felt himself climax to the thought of her screaming his name, squirting his semen all over the floor. He sat there gasping for air as he watched the white sticky liquid continue to flow out of his member as it softened. Damn it... He's going crazy. He's definitely going crazy. He just jerked off to the thought of that shitty woman. He's definitely insane!

"God...fuuuckkk..."

Beyond this point there will be mature content spread out in the chapters to come. Do keep in mind this is adult romance so readers under 16 continue with caution!