When she finally decided to drop out of UA and attend an arts school to pursue her passion, Kamiko never once thought that she'd one day come back. It was a 'no going back' kind of decision that she didn't regret. She did miss the dorm life here, the good old times she spent hanging out with Shinsou and the others, taking care of their dorm pet, Mikan. However, she never realized how much she hated this place until she once again stood before the front gates of UA High.
The memories of getting dragged out of her classroom into training ground Gamma or training ground Beta started rushing back to her. Ironically, the other main character of her high school memories stood right beside her. "When I said I wanted to go on a vacation after I recover, I meant like Okinawa or something," she uttered.
"There's a pool. You can play in there," Bakugou replied.
"That's not the point!" Kamiko slapped her palm to her forehead. "I-... Why UA?"
Bakugou crossed his arms, and peered at Kamiko from the corners of his eyes. "It's the safest place for you right now Dipshit."
Kamiko felt an imaginary tear roll down her cheeks; a sad smile spread over her lips. "I'm supposed to be working with animators for my anime adaptation." And yet here she was, back at the school she never wanted to attend, about to do the thing she never wanted to do.
"You said you'd train your quirk for self defense," Bakugou reminded her.
"When I said that I was thinking about the underground gym in your agency."
Bakugou rolled his eyes as he grabbed the handle of her large pink suitcase. "Let's go. Principal Nezu prepared a vacant staff dorm for us," he said. Grabbing Kamiko by the wrist, he started pulling her into the school gates. Kamiko's eyes widened at Bakugou's profile, because for a second she swore she saw him in his high school uniform, looking a few years younger. She couldn't help but wonder if this was what it would be like if they got to know each other better back then. Would they have dated?
Noticing her gaze, Bakugou turned his head, and smirked. Kamiko's face immediately turned red. It was weird. She has been faced with this handsome, sexy, hunk of a man for months, and in the beginning nothing he did made her feel nervous, but why is it that everything he does now makes her heart go crazy?! After all, shouldn't she be used to hot men? Who am I kidding? There's no way anyone can get used to hot men. Kamiko internally chuckled. "Like what you see?" Bakugou asked.
"Have I ever told you you're hot?"
"Only about ten thousand times or so," Bakugou rolled his eyes at her, but the smile on his face never faded. Kamiko felt him interlock his fingers with hers, causing her heart to race. Oh god, Bakugou couldn't get enough of the way her face would turn bright red whenever he held her close like this. Whenever he saw her make that expression, like a lost little bunny cowering before the predator, he could feel his blood rushing to his lower region, exciting him in a way that nothing else could. "Fucking shit, stop making that face," he growled lowly as he pulled her in. "It makes me want to fuck you."
"K-Katsuki!" Kamiko looked around, making sure there were no students walking around at this time. Bakugou snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close so her stomach touched his.
"Gosh darn it Kamiko, if it weren't for that stupid wound I would have fucked you ten times by now," he muttered.
Kamiko buried her tomato shade face in Bakugou's chest. "Katsuki, stop... Seriously we're in public..." she said in a muffled voice. Bakugou let out a low and victorious chuckle as he patted her on the back.
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Principal Nezu looked just how Kamiko remembered him. Small, cheerful, furry... She suddenly recalled that this mouse, dog, whatever this creature is, has been principal here since forever. How old is this guy anyways? She wondered, causing her to completely tune out on conversation he had with Bakugou.
"Iki-san, welcome back. Don't worry, you're perfectly safe here at UA. Just focus on strengthening your quirk. Leave the villains to us," Principal Nezu turned to Kamiko and said with a smile.
"O-Oh! Yeah! Thank you very much!" Kamiko bowed politely. Crap, I totally wasn't paying attention. What were they saying? Bakugou pulled the confused Kamiko out of the office while Principal Nezu waved at them from that gigantic desk.
He seemed to notice that Kamiko's attention was not on the conversation the entire time, so he explained, "We were just talking about the message your stalker cousin left, and some plans for the future. Don't worry about it. You're safe here."
"Ahaha..." Kamiko chuckled awkwardly as she recalled how she had to explain to Bakugou why Souichirou was able to pinpoint her location so well.
"Can I not tell you? I don't think you'd wanna know," Kamiko's face cringed with disgust and awkwardness at Bakugou's question.
"Tell. Me!" Bakugou's brows were so furrowed that his eyes turned into angry triangles, and Kamiko could hear a low growl rumbling from the depth of his throat.
Kamiko cowered under his intimidation, and sweat rolled down her face like a waterfall. She started to play with her own thumb fidgeting uncontrollably as heat started building up in her face. Her lips opened and closed multiple times as she tried to muster out the explanation as to why Souichirou knew exactly where she was.
"H-His quirk..." she was finally able to choke out. "He found me because of his quirk."
"His quirk? What's his quirk?"
That was the exact question Kamiko wanted to avoid, but she knew she had to tell the truth. "His quirk...lets him see up to three months of the past of someone he's laid eyes on," she said after a deep breath. "All he had to do was take a look at me from afar and he's able to see everything I did in the past three months and deduce my daily schedule."
Bakugou raised a brow. Sounds similar to the late hero Nighteye, but the opposite. "Okay...? Why is that so hard to-" Hold on. Bakugou's eyes widened with the sudden realization. He stared at Kamiko's reddened face, and the longer he stared the redder she got. "You mean... He saw..." She nodded.
Red crawled up Bakugou's face from the base of his neck to the tip of his head. Steam shot out from both ears, and he shot up from his chair. "THAT FUCKING STALKER!"
Bakugou ended up cursing out on Souichirou for hours after that, and Kamiko swore that she could predict a one sided brawl between Bakugou and Souichirou if the two were to ever meet.
"We're here," Bakugou said when they arrived at what looked like an apartment building. "This is the staff dorm apparently."
The staff dorm building was much fancier than Kamiko's run down apartment. It was similar to the student dorms in exterior, but instead of an open lounge on the first floor, each dorm consist of one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen, and one living room, literally built like an apartment.
The dorm was very clean, with wooden floors and a large champagne colored wool couch in the living room. The kitchen also had all sorts of pots and pans and knives as well as microwave and oven. The bedroom was quite spacious with a queen size bed. It was obvious that UA took care of its teachers and staff.
"Katsuki, do you think Principal Nezu is like a secret underground mafia or something?" Kamiko wondered.
"What the fuck?" Bakugou raised a brow at her while he moved the suitcase into the bedroom.
"I mean, how does he have so much money? All this renovation and stuff comes out of his pocket right?"
"Dunno, maybe he plays around with stock or something," Bakugou rolled his eyes in disinterest. He laid the suitcase on the ground, unzipped it, and started unpacking the things inside. Half of the suitcase was filled with Kamiko's medication and clean bandages, and the other half were the few changes of clothes they brought.
He took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, cotton swab, and some clean bandages from the zip block bag he packed them in. "Come here! Time to change your bandages!" he shouted at Kamiko.
The silver haired girl placed her hand over her wound subconsciously, brows furrowing nervously. "Already? Do we have to?" she asked.
"Tch, quit whining and come sit down!" Bakugou growled as he grabbed her, pulling her over and pushing her down on the bed. The doctors said she needs to clean the wound and change bandages every day to avoid infection. Kamiko hated changing bandages, because every time they clean her wounds, it would sting really badly. However, Bakugou always sat her down every day around this hour, and would personally change her bandages for her. "Lift your shirt."
Kamiko blushed a bit as she pulled her shirt up. Bakugou bent down on his knees as he undid the little buckle that held her bandage in place. His brows furrowed softly as he carefully unwrapped the cloth around her. He always had such a serious look when doing this. The pain in his eyes were obvious, as well as the guilt. She gently placed her hand over his head, running her fingers through his soft yet spiky hair. "I'm okay," she reminded him.
"I'm going to pulverize that bastard," Bakugou growled as he dipped the cotton swab into the rubbing alcohol. Anger was radiating off of him, but each of his movement was gently. He pressed the cotton swab against Kamiko's stitches ever so gently. There was a stinging sensation, but it wasn't as bad as before since the open skin was mostly closed up by dry blood, but Kamiko still hissed a little as she took a deep breath.
She tried not to make her pain obvious because the more she showed that she was in pain, the sadder Bakugou's expression becomes.
After cleaning the wound, he placed a piece of gauze over it, and secured it gently with medical tape before wrapping a thin layer of bandages around so the wound is breathable.
As Bakugou got up from the ground, he noticed Kamiko staring at him intently. "What?" he asked.
"I love you," she whispered to him.
Bakugou's brows knitted tightly as pink dusted his cheeks. He turned his face away from Kamiko, and muttered, "Whatever... Dumbass..."
Kamiko pouted. "You know calling me Dumbass, Shithead, and shitty woman isn't very nice."
"A dumbass is a dumbass. What else is there to call you?" Bakugou replied as he placed the bottle of rubbing alcohol on the bedside table and threw away the trash.
"My name." Kamiko crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I call you Katsuki. The least you can do is call me Kamiko."
Bakugou walked over to the bed, and he leaned down, placing his hands on the edge of the bed on either side of Kamiko. The silver haired woman leaned back as the distance between them shrunk. Eyes widened and heart racing, Kamiko held her breath as Bakugou leaned in. She eyed his lips, which were nearly grazing her own, waiting for him to kiss her.
"Kamiko." The way he said her name made her feel like she was floating in the air. There was a light growl, along with the natural raspiness of his voice; Kamiko could never get tired of hearing him speak.
Her arms hooked around his neck. "Katsuki..." She pressed her lips against his as he pushed her down on the bed. Bakugou crawled on top with his knees and elbows holding him up. Kamiko's hands toyed with his hair as they tackled tongues. Bakugou could never get enough of the way she touched him. Like little feathers brushing against him, she was so gentle and light. She had an intoxicating scent, one that drove him crazy like a wolf in heat.
"Fuck...Kamiko..." He muttered between kisses. Bakugou's hands trickled under her shirt, and tugged at the edge of her pants. "I want you so bad." Needless to say he felt sex deprived since she got hospitalized. The doctors did say that her wound was just about closed, but he didn't want to risk it. However, the beast inside him was screaming at him, begging to be unleashed.
"Maybe...We can do it gently?"
Bakugou pressed his lips against her cheek as he started pulling on her pants. "If it hurts let me know immediately, okay?"
A/N: Spicy scene next chapter! And it's most likely gonna be like...THE WHOLE CHAPTER! So if you're under 18 or just uncomfy with that kinda stuff I suggest you sit out on the next chapter when it comes out.