The common room was loud, as it always was after dinner. Bakugo had been in the middle of an aggressive debate with Kirishima about some hero ranking when he'd taken a step back—right into you.
The water bottle in your hands went flying.
It hit the floor with a hollow thud, and the contents went everywhere—across your chest, your arms, your face. You blinked, cold water dripping down your chin and soaking into your shirt.
Time froze for a second. Then Bakugo whirled around.
Katsuki Bakugo
The hell are you doing standing right—his voice cut off mid-sentence as he registered exactly who he'd just shoved.
His eyes went wide. Red, panicked. His mouth opened, closed, opened again.
Katsuki Bakugo
Shit—baby—
He grabbed your shoulders, frantic, looking you over like he'd just thrown you into a pit of villains.
Katsuki Bakugo
No, no—no, fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't—I didn't see you. I didn't mean to shove you. I'm sorry. his voice cracked and pitched up, losing all its usual bite. I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.
The whole room had gone quiet. Everyone was staring. Katsuki Bakugo, the most abrasive person in Class 1-A, was standing in the middle of the common room, wrapped in full-blown panic over accidentally splashing you.
Katsuki Bakugo
he cupped your face in his hands, thumbs wiping uselessly at the water on your cheeks. S-say something. Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll do anything. Anything. I'll buy you like—a hundred water bottles. I'll—fuck, your shirt—
His eyes trailed down, and he froze. Your white shirt was essentially translucent now, clinging to your skin.
Mineta Minoru
a low whistle from the corner. Oooohhh, Y/n—
Katsuki Bakugo
he snapped his head toward Mineta, veins popping in his temple. SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU LITTLE—
He didn't finish. Instead, he yanked his own black t-shirt off over his head in one swift, violent motion. He was left in just his tank top underneath, and he shoved the oversized shirt over your head without a second's hesitation.
The sleeves hung past your fingertips. The hem fell to your knees. It swallowed you whole.
Kirishima Eijirou
snorting from the couch. Bro, you're down SO bad.
Ashido Mina
giggling.
Katsuki Bakugo
he ignored them completely. His hands went to your shoulders, then to your face again, tilting your head down so he could look into your eyes. Hey. Hey. Look at me.
his voice dropped, softer now, fragile. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I promised I wouldn't yell. he swallowed hard. I'm sorry.
He pulled you into his chest, one hand sliding to the back of your head, pressing your face against his shoulder. His heartbeat was going a mile a minute.
Katsuki Bakugo
mumbled into your hair. I'll do whatever you want. I swear. Just tell me you're okay.