Bakugou
(Lemon)
The whole bunch of extras were excited for the stupid Cultural Festival. Pinky was spinning like a top as the extras and the damn nerd surrounded her, talking stupid things that only extras talk about.
– Take a seat – ordered the yellow caterpillar that we have as a teacher when crawling inside. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that he's a professional hero. – The Cultural Festival is approaching. – And having said that, they began to yell like baboons.
– Professor, are you sure it's a good time for celebrations? – I didn't think I heard that from Shitty–Hair
– You have changed a lot – the outlet was also missed
– The villains are very active
– It is a true and valid opinion – continued the professor. – But the U.A. it doesn't just have the hero department. Although the Sports Festival is our stage, the cultural one is that of others. The Support, General and Management classes are the protagonists. It is not as famous as the sports one, but for them it is an important event. – His monotonous voice seemed to drop a decibel with each sentence. – And currently the hero class is a source of stress for many of the other students.
– Seen this way, I cannot oppose – the redhead took a seat again
– Therefore, it is not as simple as refusing to participate. – He continued. – Unlike last year, this festival will be held only for the school. – He began to move, with the highest speed that a sleeping bag allows, to lean against the wall behind him. How are we supposed to take him seriously? – Even if you're not the protagonists, all classes must prepare something. Today we will decide what will be done. – He concluded just to fall asleep. Now it was the four eyes and the ponytail who were on the podium.
– As a delegate of class A1, I will take the reins of the selection of thematic for our proposal. – For a change, he was raising his voice as the only form of communication. – Let's start by mentioning ideas. If you have any, raise your hand. – And like the baboons that they are, began to scream raising their hands up. – Let's do it in order. Kaminari!
– A maid cafe! – and began to elaborate on what the class skirt sextet should look like. I'd rather gouge out my eyes than have to participate in something similar. However, the grape was more than motivated by the idea, except that he couldn't finish his because the frog gagged him; likewise, I doubt he had anything good to say. And so, they began to name so many other stupid things: a mochi stand, arm wrestling game, a haunted house; and a long list of bland ideas.
– Soba – Why am I not surprised? If it were not for the fact that it is already well known what he prefers the most, it would be dissonant to associate his monotonous expression when he talks about his favorite food.
I was next on the list; it was my turn to come up with a worthwhile idea.
– A Deathmatch! – basic survival of the fittest
– A banquet of shadows – worthy of a catacomb
– My brilliant specialty – this no longer made sense
After all the proposals were named, they began to discard the "less practical and incomprehensible." They dared to discard mine, which, by far, was the best. They're just a couple of idiots with terrible taste.
– And what the hell are you asking for?! – I questioned, just to keep them rambling. The murmur quickly turned into a bustle and we were in the middle of the jungle, each one highlighting their skills to ignore the delegate who tried to silence them. It was only the class change bell that managed to silence them.
– It is a very unproductive session – now he was carrying the yellow sleeping bag. – Decide something before tomorrow. Otherwise… – At the foot of the door, he gave us a macabre look. – It will be an open class. – and in chorus they replied his threat, prevailing the collective tension.
– Today we will decide what to do! – Shitty–Hair was determined that that would not happen.
With my fantastic idea discarded, I could hardly care what they decided. I was with Shoto, at the foot of the stairs while the others gathered in the common area.
– They are nothing but a group of idiots with bad taste
– They didn't choose mine either
– Only you like that cold thing you eat!
– At least I didn't intend a massacre. In the same way, – getting a little closer to me – I would eat something else if you prepared it for me
– I'm not your cook
– I never said it would be without reward – when he smiled at me, I felt my pulse falter
– I'll go to sleep. Don't wake me up when you go.
– Yes – smiling again. That expression would be something I would never get bored of.
Todoroki
After watching him walk away, I approached the boys. Tokoyami, Midoriya, Kirishima, Ochaco and Tsuyu were absent due to their duties as residents.
– They'll do what we say – Kaminari commented unconcerned
– And Bakugou? – asked Oijiro
– Went to sleep. – I answered
– Guys, I was calmly thinking about what Professor Aizawa said. – Iida commented – He mentioned that the stressed from the rest of the classes; we have to come up with something to help them relax.
– Iida's right – Yaoyorozu continued – If we aspire to be heroes, or we can continue to cause problems for them. It must be a proposal that offers an experience. – An experience? – The cafeteria serves maids, the interactive zoo or the haunted house ...
– The zoo seems complicated to me – Sero stood idly by
– Something to release stress ... – Despite being imperceptible, it wasn't difficult to assume that Toru was also worried.
– And the comic standup?
– Being newbies, we will only stress them more – replied the black–haired man
– Dancing all together would be fun – Ashido had just given me an idea.
– Dancing seems like a good option. – I went over to the computer, to look for what Kemy had mentioned during the provisional license. I think it was "concert".
– Ah? I didn't expect your support. – Ashido got up approaching me from behind
– Just a moment. There was something around here. – I searched a popular video site for something that matched the illusion Kemy showed – I'm not sure, but I think this might be what you mean by an experience. – Music and sounds came from the screen to the beat of dancers and musicians, as we saw that afternoon in the practice area. – This was what I meant
– I didn't expect it – Mineta commented – Did you become a party animal?! – Party animal?
– No. But Iida's right to want to relieve the stress of the rest of the classes and for that you have to offer a place where they can have fun. – professional victims seemed to be very comfortable with that. – I got the idea from the practices for the license. – Satou looked at me strangely.
– I see, sing and dance ... – Iida was very attentive to the screen
– I repeat, newbies only add more stress.
– I can teach you dance! – The pink-haired commented as Aoyama showed some dance steps, he had tried to do this morning
– He mastered the steps in just one day – Kaminari was gloomy – Ashido knows how to teach!
– Dancing is not enough; we need good music! – Mineta started spinning
– If we talk about music… – Toru twisted her body towards Jiro, making everyone look at her. The girl looked nervous for some reason. – Let's play live with your instruments!
– Wa– wait! – visibly nervous
– Why? You play and teach to play very well. And when you talk about music, you are radiant. I want to hear you play!
– You have perfect hobbies for a hero – she looked conflicted, for some reason – But mine is a normal hobby.
– So that's what made you angry before – said Kaminari – Playing so well is a great thing!
– Playing can make people smile – I don't remember ever seeing Koda so excited. – It's a perfect hobby for a heroine.
– I understand her emotion – Yaoyorozu placed herself in front of the overwhelmed girl – but it is Jiro who must decide.
– If you insist so much, I can't refuse. – The boys started screaming.
– Class A already has a plan! – concluded Kaminari – We will do a concert!
I made my way to Bakugou's room, making sure not to be noticed. He was located on the far right side of the bed, with his arms outstretched, as if he gave me space to accommodate myself between them, and I did, not without first moving his hair a little to place a kiss on his forehead, trying not to wake him up, however, like a carnivorous plant on contact, he hugged me closer to him. For some reason, I couldn't help laughing; I felt so comfortable that I couldn't help myself.
– Just go to sleep – he murmured between dreams. Tomorrow I'd be upset to wake him up.
– Sorry – falling asleep shortly after.
Bakugou
– You have to decide the dance steps and clothes! – Pinky kept screaming
– What do you think they will like? – the multi–arms accompanied us next to the electrical outlet and the rock fan
– It has to be something modern! Right, Jiro? – I just thought of lying down for a while. Hearing them had me fed up. However, certain undisguised comments were evidently directed at me by a couple of extras from another class
– Did you hear? The heroes of class A1 will give a concert for us – a guy with the most horrible pompadour that I have ever seen dared to look me in the eyes accompanied by an unsympathetic mauve hair. They are from the course to which the guy with dark circles I have seen with the outlet several times belongs.
– For us? They think they are too important
– Yes, it's pathetic – that is said by someone who has possibly never seen himself in a mirror. I made up my mind to ignore you, but one of the comments bothered me more than the rest. – The villains attacked them more than once, and even one of them caused problems for the professionals – for this they both looked at me without qualms. I felt anger build up in the palms of my hands like sparks. – There were several injuries and they prejudiced us.
– They have guts. They are the culprits of everything, the least they can do is try to remedy it, even if it doesn't work. – I wonder how it is possible to make a murder look like an accident. They both went out of my field of vision, but my mood was considerably volatile. I wanted to shut their mouths.
That afternoon, we met in the common area to coordinate what we would do.
– We hardly have time, so we must decide what we will do – even the four–eyed seemed tense, although now that I think about it, when not?
– First you have to choose a song, which one do you want? – The pink haired girl enthusiasm spread like pollen as the qualities, or the lack of them, came to the fore among the extras.
– I don't know about music
– Me neither – I didn't even bother to see who they were, I was just there because I didn't attend yesterday.
– We should think of a familiar song. One that thrills! One to dance! – I never imagined that the Pokémon was so motivated
– To combine their opinions, it has to be a four – on – the – floor – said the mallow-haired boy – Rock new disco rave – I must admit that she was the one who made the best comments, I suppose it was because music was her forte. – The best dance music is FDM… – The girl soon realized that nobody understood her.
– Does anyone play bass or drums? – I felt a chill run down my spine – Drums are essential in a group. To be honest, with the drums I'm still practicing – I felt the urge in my chest to get out of there, I didn't want to be so involved with this idiocy – In a month I can't practice and teach others.
– Hey – at the moment the electric Pokémon addressed me, I understood that I had to figure out how to hide a corpse – you said you were going to a music conservatory, right? – and that's how I was exposed. Why the hell did I let him know that in the first place?
– Seriously?! – expressed the rest in chorus
– Try playing the drums, Bakubro – the soy face was holding some drumsticks
– I'm not going to do it!
– Apparently it is very complicated ... – he continued. I wasn't going to let this idiot make assumptions about me. I snatched the pair of drumsticks from him to position myself on drums, which I proved to play with the skill of a professional.
– You were saying? – As expected, everyone looked at me with admiration, except for the bicolor that, more than surprise, offered me a wide smile. If I didn't turn the other way, it would give me away.
– It's perfect – the girl was dumbfounded
– Incredible! – Pinky started jumping
– You have talent! – said the black–haired man
– Bakugou will be the drummer! – snapped the outlet, but was not interested.
– I'm not participating in this nonsense. – I pretended to go to my room
– Please, Bakugou! – The girl with headphones was rarely so insistent – If you do, it will surely look great ...
– Of course not! – That wouldn't be enough – You want to relieve the stress of the rest of the classes, right? We are the cause of that stress. It will only serve to satisfy us. – I turned to them. – If they're mad at us, they won't accept it!
– Don't say like that! – Since when did the invisible have so much guts?
– Being friendly is absurd!
– He's right, we didn't think about that – agreed the four–eyes.
– Then what do you propose? – Shoto looked at me expectantly
– It's not that simple ... – I had to point out certain things – Not that we wanted the villains to attack us. Why do we have to be considerate? If you want to cheer them on, don't do it. We are not their friends, we are their rivals; therefore, we are going to show you how to make a real concert!
– Bakugou! – now they cheered me accordingly
– That means you will play, right? – Pinky pretended to hug me, but I kept her at a distance
– But you won't waste my time
– Of course not!
– You are the best, Bakubro! – the trio of idiots was besieging me.
The rest of the afternoon, other details continued to be balanced.
– Playing the piano was always part of my education, maybe it will help – ponytail seemed to excuse himself when saying it; pathetic.
– You will play the keyboard! – Pinky patted her a few
– The keyboard is vital in a concert. Thank you Yaomomo!
– I will my best!
– I wanted to dance with all the girls, but I forgive you because you are adorable! – she looked like gum
– I'll play bass. Guitars and a singer are missing. – Hearing them talk about this concert, it only made me think of the bicolor.
– Why the hell did you mention a concert to them? You didn't know about it until recently
– We were running out of options and it seemed like a good idea – he commented monotonously – I want to see a real one – his expression softened and I couldn't help but condescend.
– Whatever
– Let's get closer – he invited. I walked behind him.
– The rest can dance – said the tail boy
– I don't know if that will be enough – the four eyes putting buts
– I'll take care of that ... – Shoto was interrupted
– The staging! – Pinky was the most animated with this
– That's right – In the extra's confusion reigned.
– This is what we'll do! – She took the computer and put it in view of everyone. This was infuriating. I wanted to get out of here, but I had a feeling that if I left, I would end up doing something that would leave no survivors. – Everyone will look fantastic with sparkles, tape, and mirror balls!
– Let's do a parade! – the invisible was too noisy
– Prof. Aizawa reserved the gym for us. – And from here he began a stupid explanation of what I wasn't sure if it was a concert. They mentioned something about making Shitty–Hair break Shoto's ice, and something about glitter spinning like a disco ball. This no longer makes sense, and the worst thing is that it was a proposal accepted by the majority. You cannot expect less from these extras.
– Sorry we're late – and speaking of extras, the frog, the redhead, the round face and the damn nerd made an appearance. They were brought up to date on the "concert" while I was just there waiting for the right time to leave.
– I understand why Jiro the bass and Yaoyorozu the keyboard ... – Shitty–Hair was worried
– But Bakugou playing the drums is… – Hearing my name made me predisposed
– Unexpected! – the invisible had guts
– Any problem?! – they didn't dare to answer
– And who will sing?
– Jiro can do it – the round face proposed, but the grape, the frost and even Shitty–Hair applied; I wished I had no ears. – I also think that Jiro can sing – the invisible added – When you taught us to sing, you did it very well
– Don't flatter me so much, you put it more ...
– Sing! – The invisible was a thorn in ... – I don't even know what else he was going to formulate; I was distracted by the sound of her voice. I must admit that it was, in fact, great. No one even dared to breathe, and all attention was on her. With that voice, she could easily match her aspiration to be a heroine. As soon as it stopped, the annoying noise returned, but the girl was overwhelmed, and it is no wonder; we would be the best event of the Cultural Festival.
– Unanimously decided, you'll be the singer! – concluded the four eyes.
– I need two guitars – he announced and again the outlet and the grape were postulated
– It's not that they want to or not, it's if they know how to do it – I protested
– Of course! – answered the yellow hair playing a guitar. I already remembered, once I met him outside the conservatory, and while I was waiting for my mother, he kept me company. Apparently, he took classes there too.
– We must put together the dance group – the sugar eater continued
– I want to be. My tail allows me to move
– I want to use my tape on stage – and before continuing, the notes of an electric guitar resounded in the room
– What a melancholic sound, Tokoyami! – Shitty–Hair was moved by the gloomiest of all; extras were suddenly aspiring for leading roles.
Everyone was excited, and I was beginning to feel anxious. He wasn't sure if this would work, but it was for the best yet. I suppose we would have to wait.
I was more than exhausted, it was after 1 in the morning and at this point, I could not answer for my actions, but at the end we had already been assigned our functions divided into: the music group, the staging and the dancers.
– Starting tomorrow we would have a lot of work! – I no longer wanted to listen to anyone, especially four eyes.
On the way to the third floor, I managed to settle into the bicolor's bed, as the he was entertaining the damn nerd.
Before long, I heard the door open: Shoto, he was sleepy. If he was so tired, why did he take so long to come?
– Aren't you tired?
– I wanted to ask you some questions before going to sleep
– Couldn't you wait until tomorrow?
– I didn't want to forget it – he settled behind me, leaving his left arm on my torso; his room was like an iceberg, for a change – Are you jealous?
– Go to sleep – arranging the blanket
– Bakugou
– What do you want? – I really needed to sleep, I was saturated with so much stupidity
– I kept thinking about your words. – I turned to look at him – In the camp ... you were one of the most affected. Were you motivated by that? – he knew how to read me between the lines
– I guess I got carried away, that's all – going back to my previous position
– No one blames you for that. – He managed to kiss my cheek. I only managed to mutter. His left hand reached for mine to entwine our fingers. I was more and more dispersed. – Promising aspiring hero, excellent cook and skilled drummer; I'm very lucky – now kissing my neck. How was I supposed to sleep? I felt my face hot
– Tomorrow you can continue citing my list of qualities, now let me sleep – turning to face his chest. He hugged me, to caress my back while I fell asleep.
…
The following days we were rehearsing and finalizing the venue preparations for the day of the concert. Two days before it, we decided to do an exhaustive cleaning that despite being a collaboration of the twenty, it took us all day.
On the way to put the cleaning supplies in the corresponding place, we heard a roar that came from there. The sugary, the battery, the invisible one, Shoto and I cautiously rushed in only to find the grape underneath boxes of sanitizer and other cleaning supplies.
– What the hell?! – the objects were scattered around
– What did you do Mineta ?! – protested the girl
– I just wanted to reach for the glass cleaners! – With the broom he was holding, it was very easy to imagine him as a piñata.
– We won't do anything looking – the battery made its way through the disorder to lift the dwarf
– No way – the duct tape went forward to collect the elements from the floor
– Let's help – Shoto put a hand on my shoulder. I sighed to help pick up, like I wasn't tired enough for us to have extra work. At least ten minutes passed when the four–eyed appeared to be standing in the doorway.
– What are you doing here? – as if it weren't obvious – We should discuss some details before the concert
– You can go ahead; I'll catch up with you in a moment – I muttered without taking my eyes off what I was picking up.
– Are you sure?
– Yes! – I interrupted the tape – Now, get out!
– I'll stay to help – Shoto was organizing the items on a shelf
– Okay – said the black–haired stupid followed by the outlet
– You don't have to – I protested
– Don't worry – he insisted as the biggest and the sorest dwarf left the place
– Seriously, it wasn't necessary – I could continue on my own.
– But I really want to – he continued, giving me a gentle look. I wouldn't give in, even if I insisted
– Whatever. – I replied and suddenly I felt observed. I could not see her face, but I felt that she was watching us – Didn't you go? – I asked and then just left. Once I made sure we were alone, I questioned his insistence. – Why did you stay?
– Don't you want my company? – this was already a mania; when he didn't want to answer me, he always answered my questions with questions. I didn't even bother to play his annoying game. Once I made sure there was nothing else left besides what Shoto collected, I walked over to the window, only to drop down at the foot of it. The glass in the door reflected the sunset and I felt sleepy. Shortly after, the bicolor moved to my side, at the time that a mist of exhaustion left his lips.
– If you are so tired, you should have left – closing my eyes, leaning my head against the wall
– I wanted to spend more time with you – My eyes opened again. – Due to the preparations and rehearsals, once alone, we ended up asleep before we knew it.
– Well, here we are. – He had an expectant expression
– Don't you remember?
– Remember what? – After a quick look of bewilderment that I had no opportunity to question, he came over to give me a kiss
– You still don't remember? – Now our breaths collided and, like deja–vu, I remembered the time we kissed, right here, months ago.
– Yes ... – Damn, I was beginning to feel my face boil. He was a few inches from me, with a slight shade of pink on his cheeks. The memories of those days came back to me, like a storm. I felt my heart beat collide with force as he smiled at me. I was overwhelmed; so much had happened in the last few weeks that sometimes it was hard for me to believe that we had become so close; too much, in fact. I didn't dare to look him in the face, right now my feelings must be giving me away and I didn't want him to notice it, but it was in vain, because he took my cheek to turn me.
And like that time, it was a slow kiss; it was as if we had the time at our disposal. This time it wasn't awkward friction; the practice was noticeable. Now our breaths didn't hinder the synchronization of our lips and, as a kind of agreement, even the dexterity with which our hands were accommodated on our body, evidenced hours of practice, but it wasn't enough. I began to feel a strong urge to bring him nearer to me; to feel him close to me.
I took him from behind, settling him closer to my torso, and continued the kiss insistently. Our breathing was more agitated now and hearing him moan from time to time only motivated me to continue. He really enjoyed being with him, rather, I enjoyed everything about him, even the eloquent density that characterizes him.
During one of the pauses for air, I stopped to contemplate him; his different colored eyebrows, irises and eyelashes; My fingers ran from his temple, through his cheekbones and cheeks, to his lips. I went back to kissing, to appreciate that I wasn't the only one who longed to do it; I felt his hunger in each touch, and the insistence with which his fingers tangled in the hair on my neck; I wanted more of him. I took his lower lip just to make my way into his oral cavity; I could catch the reflection of the impression, but he quickly got used to the interaction of his tongue with mine. Waves of euphoria, made me feel intoxicated; It was as if my body took its toll on me for the days when I didn't supply it with the corresponding missing dopamine and endowed me with it in excess, although I wasn't the only one. The bicolor, seemed to feel the same impatience, because far from giving signs of wanting to conclude, he let himself be guided by my oscillating movements calmly. I didn't want it to end.
After what must have been a few minutes, we parted ways with audibly heavy breathing. Both his chest, like mine, rose sharply; his lips were swollen and I wouldn't doubt mine were in the same condition. Suddenly he began to laugh, as if he no longer had me at his disposal.
– Now what are you laughing at?
– I am very happy to be with you – he placed his forehead against mine
– Of course, you must be, you are with Bakugou Katsuki – he smiled again
– Yes – bringing his hand to my cheek. It could have stayed there indefinitely, but the curfew was against it.
– We must go – and before the attempt to move away, he brought our foreheads closer, this time with his eyes closed.
– Just a little more ... – he let out in a whisper that produced a shock throughout my body. I couldn't have refused, even if I wanted to, for I longed to stay close to him this way.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, in silence, with just the slightest murmur of our breaths subtly colliding. Our hands were held firmly, and I couldn't help but wonder how long it might be possible to hide from others how much I liked being with him; I wondered if I would ever be able to show off to others how important Shoto was to me.
Writing this chapter was very challenging.
Fact # 45
I don't like the explicit because I feel that's very crude, however, a well written Lemon I consider that can generate the same or even more emotions than a Smut, but you're the one who can judge...
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