AN: This chapter contains an excerpt from a book that is not mine. I do not own the words or the characters. The book is titled Sweet Persuasion by Maya Banks


Bakugo Katsuki glared at the book on his desk.

An incredulous look plastered on his face, a mixture of shock and... something else he couldn't quite describe.

He slowly approached the book. Cautious. His whole body was at attention, ready to fight if necessary.

It's just a fucking book.

Still, he didn't approach any faster, inching his way instead.

The small tan book cover had been discarded, underneath it was an all-black cover with two cherries in the middle.

Despite his self-reproaches, Bakugo could feel the blood pounding in his ears as he picked up the book once more.

For the second time since he had gained possession of it, he opened it to the earmarked page.

"I'm not sure I can logically explain the desire I have to mark a woman.

I'm sure it all has to do with the primitive male psyche," he added with a chuckle,

"But the fact is, I want to come in your mouth, your pussy, your ass, on your breasts.

I want to mark you mine in every conceivable fashion.

You will be mine.

Your body will be mine to do with as I wish."

Yea, that's what it had said the first time.

Bakugo stood in the middle of his room, dumbfounded.

He lowered his arm down by his side, hand still clutching the book.

His mind seemingly playing catch up, but to what? His…emotions?

Fucking shit. He scolded himself. Why couldn't you just fucking leave it alone?

But no, his ego took a hit when he saw her walking towards the front of the class, the finished exam in one hand, the book bag in the other. Her face appeared...calm?

Relieved, maybe?

Beautiful. His brain supplied a word he had never seen reason to use before.

Especially not to describe a classmate.

What the fuck?! No! Not beautiful!

He let out an exasperated sigh, running his free hand through his hair and trying to take deep, calming breaths.

Bakugo needed to be the best if he was going to be number one. That included being the smartest, the strongest, and the fastest.

He had been the first to finish every exam these last three days. Well, every exam except one. There was something about seeing her walk towards the front of the class while he was still on the last three problems, that was like a punch to the gut. He began to speed read, but it was too late. From the corner of his eye, he saw her quietly step out the classroom door…the sun making her hair glisten.

Stop that! Fuck!

Why wouldn't these sickening thoughts get out of his damn head? One would think by this point in the year they'd have gone away. Okay, he got it, they made their point…he's a teenage boy with hormones and shit but it was fucking distracting him from his goal.

She was a distraction.

Ever since the sports festival, he couldn't seem to get her annoyingly round face out of his brain. If he was honest, his interest had been sparked since the quirk apprehension test when her ball throw marked infinity.

But he wasn't being honest.

Bakugo took the book with him and sat down on his bed recalling the events of the last few hours in aggravating detail.

"Is this that stupid book you were reading that one time?"

He remembered her reaction when he almost grabbed the book that one morning. She had jumped on top of him! Bakugo tried hard not to think of how her light body felt in his hold, even if it had been for less than a second. Why would she react that way!? His curiosity had taken over so he intended to open the book and see what was so bad that it would warrant such a strong response.

Before he could even read one sentence he felt a small but no less powerful force collide with his upper body. As his mind tried to make sense of what was happening, he landed with a small thud on the cold ground.

The zero gravity user had been on top of him, trying to reach for the book that he, thankfully, still had in his hands.

Thankfully?! Why wouldn't these weird thoughts stop? Bakugo groaned as he shifted further up his bed until he was leaning against the wall, legs stretched out in front. Book in his lap.

His whole body went rigid as he once again tried to not remember the feel of Uraraka's small body pressed up against him. Her breasts, so close to his face…if he had just turned around slightly, he could've buried his face in them.

"Fuck!"

He threw the book across his room.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

What the fuck was he thinking?! Burying his face in her boobs!?

His whole body erupted into a deep blush just thinking about it.

The worst part about the whole thing was he was about to do it. He had no idea what took hold of him, but his left hand was placed against the small of her back, pressing her down lightly against him, and…his face started turning involuntarily. He suddenly had absolutely zero control over the muscles in his body.

And then fucking, useless, Deku.

He went and ruined shit like he always did.

Ruined?

Goddammit! Why wouldn't his brain stop this?

Seeing Hair-for-Brains shit-eating grin was just the motherfucking icing on the cake.

l:l:l:l.l:l:l:l

"Baku-bro wait up!" Kirishima jogged after him, trying to catch up. Bakugo began walking faster, almost breaking out into a full jog himself. He would've, but he refused to give Dumb Hair the satisfaction of seeing him run away from this.

Kirishima caught up to him.

"Sooo…" He started his taunting.

"Shut the fuck up and die." Bakugo snapped.

Kirishima erupted into boisterous laughter.

"Oh, Baku-bro! You and your sweet words." He teased but let up on his explosive friend until they had made it back to the dorm rooms.

"Fuck off!" Bakugo growled as they entered and he made his way towards the stairs.

By the time he made it to his floor, Kirishima was leaning on the wall next to his bedroom door.

"You know the elevator is faster, right?" He chuckled as Bakugo stormed past him.

"What part about fuck off is difficult for your shitty brain to understand" He barked, entering his room and slamming the door behind him intent on laying in bed until he could will his brain to forget the last hour.

He never heard the satisfying sound of the door shutting.

When he turned around and sat on his bed, he noticed that Kirishima had quickly put his foot between the door and the doorframe, hardening it to avoid injury.

He calmly let himself into Bakugo's room chuckling.

"Bro, you gotta learn to chill." He said closing the door behind him.

"I AM CHILL! I AM THE MOST FUCKING CHILL PERSON THERE IS!"

Kirishima laughed again. His eyes caught onto the small tan-colored book that had fallen out of Bakugo's bag.

He picked it up and showed it to Bakugo.

Despite himself, Bakugo felt heat rush to his face.

"Tch." He crossed his arms and turned to the side.

"So this is what caused our sweet little innocent Uraraka to shove her chest straight into Lord Explosion Murder's willing face" He drawled, chuckling.

Bakugo threw his lamp at him. Kirishima dodged it easily and the lamp crashed into the wall behind him.

"You owe me a lamp," Bakugo said irritated. Kirishima waved him off as he sat down on the chair by Bakugo's desk and opened the book to the earmarked page.

"Who the hell…" Bakugo started to protest.

"Shhhh!"

Bakugo shot up from his bed contemplating if he could get away with blasting him through the wall.

"Well, well, well…" Kirishima started, unperturbed by Bakugo's anger, "It seems our little, sweet, innocent Uraraka isn't so innocent after all." He threw the book at Bakugo which he caught on instinct.

"You may want to read that." He said chuckling as he got up from the chair. "Come on dude, open it. I know you're curious."

"Shut up!" He said through gritted teeth.

"Look, I'll make you a deal. I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day. I'll even make sure Kaminari and Sero leave you alone. But you got to read the page she earmarked." His eyes twinkled with mischief.

It's just a fucking book. Hours of silence and solitude to read one stupid page from a stupid book? Fucking a piece of cake.

He should have known better.

Bakugo opened the book and began to read…

His whole body turned red with embarrassment.

He vaguely recalled hearing Kirishima's laugh in the background but he couldn't react. He was frozen in place.

By the time he finally thawed, Shitty Hair was gone.

Bakugo stared at the book he had thrown across the room.

Before he even knew what was happening he had gotten off his bed and taken three large strides to where it had landed, picking it up and examining it.

He felt strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on the word…excited?

Bakugo turned to his bedroom door and quickly locked it, standing there a couple more seconds as he thought about what he should do next.

"Fuck it." He finally decided.

He walked back to his bed with the book in hand, sat down, and opened it up to the beginning.