Head in the Clouds
(Hina breathes heavily, licking her lips to savor the taste of his mouth on hers. He’s so warm, tender, and sweet- not like she would’ve imagined him at all. He always comes across so cold and distant, but in this one moment he was tender with her. It tugs at her heart strings.
His large hand cups her cheek, caressing the skin softly, while his striking blue eyes stare at her with soft passion. “Hina.” He breathes. She smiles softly, nuzzling into his hand. She knows this isn’t right, her heart doesn’t belong to him- it shouldn’t. She’s loved Katsuma for years and now he’s Tatsuya, sweeping off her feet. It only makes it harder for her. It’s unfair.)
Himiko huffs at her keyboard. Her fingers are cramping and her back is hurting from the awful way she’s slouching at her desk. She’s been in a pretty shitty mood all day. Having to watch Bakugou suck face with the doe eyed trollop all night, right up until the point that they left together, has her in a bad way. And then there’s the stupid money she owes Dabi for those pills, but she’s not all that concerned about that. She’ll just have to suck it up and pay it. Hopefully he’ll still be her friend afterwards, because believe it or not, he is actually pretty cool to hang out with. The dangerous upperclassmen with the nonchalant attitude.
She saves the work she’s made so far on her chapter and decides it’s probably time to start getting ready for class. Ugh, never again will she wake up at 7AM just to write, what is wrong with her?
After a nice hot shower she’s feeling a little bit better about her early wake up. She’s also happy that she’s getting closer and closer to being able to see Bakugou. She can’t hold on to petty grudges, it’s not like she’s been a saint.
She shrugs her way into some comfortable sweats to better prepare herself for the long class that awaits. Before she leaves she creeps into Rachel’s room and kisses her cheek whispering bye in her ear because that’s what good friends do.
Anatomy and physiology, a two part class. First is a lecture and then they have a lab to go ahead and get it all out of the way. In the lecture hall she always sits behind Bakugou so she can stare at the back of his beautiful head.
He’s so fascinating. A star athlete, a natural born genius, handsome. It’s unbelievably unreasonable for one person to have all that going for him. She can’t afford to focus on him right now though. There’s an exam in front of her and she absolutely has to pass. Her degree depends on it.
Himiko is in med school to be a nurse or maybe a doctor, she hasn’t yet decided how much time she’s willing to put towards this endeavor. Sounds bad, but she’s just really eager to start working in a hospital. Her motivation for this particular field of work is purely driven by her interest in blood…..um, and her desire to help people. Yes, definitely that too.
Anyways about this blood thing. She just finds it so enthralling. The way it courses through the veins and circulates giving vitality. The way it pushes color into your skin tingeing it a cherry color. It’s such a precious and essential thing, without it everyone would be dead. And the way it looks outside the body? That deep red color, like wine that you could bottle and drink. Or give to patients who are in desperate need, your call.
She pours a lot of time into her studies to ensure that she’s passing all her classes so that she can live out her dream of pricking people with needles and drawing their blood from them. She doesn’t get the best grades, like Bakugou, but she knows her shit well enough. It doesn’t help her finish any faster. When she hands in her exam paper there’s a few minutes to spare before her lab starts so she decides to use the bathroom and make sure her hair doesn’t look too scary. This is the class that really matters.
They sit in groups at tables and after their first class the seating arrangements just stuck. Himiko sits at a table with some jerk whose name she can’t be bothered to remember, Deku who is admittedly pretty cute, and of course, Bakugou. Rightfucking next to him. She could almost piss herself with excitement. He absolutely abhors their table, it’s Deku and the other guys fault really, absolutely nothing against her.
He smells so good, just like always. A deep earthy scent, musky and pleasant to her sensitive nose. Almost more tantalizing than the smell of blood.
“Hi Deku-kun, Bakugou-kun…. you.” She greets them as she plops down in her seat, giving the extra an already irritated glare.
“Don’t come over here with all that loud shit.” Her lover scowls.
“Um, hi, Himiko-chan. How do you think you did on your exam?”
The extra opens their mouth to address her as well, but Himiko isn’t trying to hear all that so she talks over him. “Great!” She grins. “I mean I probably didn’t do as well as Bakugou-kun here, but definitely better than this guy.” She laughs.
Bakugou’s eyes roll in his pretty head, his face is so lickable. “Baku-kun,” she starts with a pout on her face.
“Are you deaf? How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”
“Are you going to come visit me at work tonight? I’ll make your favorite!” She goes on ignoring his objection.
“I’m not visiting you. I go there to do work.” Liar. He could go to any other cafe to study, but he chooses hers. “I didn’t even know you worked there.” She’s been there for two years? Does he really expect her to believe that?
“Thank you for waiting for me, class,” the professor announces as he walks in. Himiko kind of feels like their professor should be more thrilled to talk about things like this, but he always talks with this monotonous, robotic voice. Like he’s so tired of being there, like he hates his job. If it were her up there teaching about something as intriguing as the human body, she would undoubtedly be over the moon with excitement. That’s how you keep your students intrigued.
“Today marks the beginning of your biggest project in the class. It will be graded in as part of your final. We will be working on this project in class during labs, but most of the work you will do in pairs on your own time.” Oh blessed day, she knows exactly who her partner will be.
They have 34 questions that have to be answered, covering behavior and biological moods/dispositions, senses, and systems. It looks fun, she can get pretty creative with this project.
“I’m so happy we’re partners.” She coos towards Bakugou. “Now we get to spend more time together!”
“I never said I was working with you dumbass. Shitty Deku, you’re my partner.”
Deku flinches and smiles nervously, “oh but Kacchan, I-I already agreed to work -censored-. You were right here when we agreed.”
“I don’t give a shit about -censored-!”
“Oh c’mon!” Himiko whines, “don’t be shy, I don’t bite..hehe hard. I promise I won’t be weird, we’ll just do our project.” She will be weird and they will do more than their project. “We can even start today so that we can finish early!” They will most certainly not finish early.
Bakugou growls, seething in his seat. She sighs dreamily at him, she loves his little temper tantrums.
Bakugou is a person who likes to be very much so in charge, but so is Himiko. She’ll let him have his fun and make him feel like he’s in charge during this project, but when it really comes down to it, she’ll be calling the shots.
So far he has already mapped out a schedule for them to work on this project, decided what problems they’ll be solving on which days, and even how they’ll be solving some of these. Their first meeting will be tomorrow in the campus square. They’ll have plenty of room to test some of these theories out there and also plenty of people to observe.
“Don’t be late, I’ve got other shit to do.”
“Hmm let’s see, I get off work at 12...I have to crank out a new makeup tutorial for my fans, oh and then I-“
“I can’t stress to you enough how little I care. Are you gonna show up or not?”
“Oh baby of course I will! Just thought you’d wanna know about my day.”
Her rowdy blonde sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his cute little nose. “Look, I don’t know what’s wrong with you and why you’re such a whack job. Cut the flirty bullshit, I’m not your druggie friend. Let’s just get this stupid project over with as soon as possible so we can avoid each other like the fucking plague the rest of the year.”
Oh so he’s noticed her hanging around campus with Dabi? He pays attention to her. “Ouch.” She frowns. “Bakugou you don’t have to be such a bitch about it, and after all the nice things I’ve done for you? Rude.”
His eyes widen, “what the fuck did you just say to me?”
“I said don’t be such a bitch.” She repeats. Her dream guy or not there still has to be limits to the amount of assholery that she’ll accept. She’d do anything for him, but she doesn’t need him thinking she’s a doormat. You can’t fall in love with a doormat.
She’s been watching him for years now, ever since Miki dragged her to his first ever football game. She observes him from a distance while he interacts with his friends. She knows how mean and nasty he can get when people just let him have his way. So she has to stick up for herself. She has to teach him and help him realize that she is not them. She is the girl he’s been waiting for, the woman of his dreams. That fire is attractive, but there has to be a line of separation. He has to treat her better because she is better.
“Who do you think you are?” His everything, duh. “You ain’t special, just some creepy fucking extra I got stuck working with. I could do this entire project by myself, I don’t need you.”
She giggles and rolls her eyes, “you’re so silly. You’re having a tantrum. I’ll let you piss it out and we’ll do this again tomorrow yeah? I should probably get your number so we can keep in touch.”
“Oh get fucked you little bitch.” He spits.
They can talk about that later too. “Okay you don’t have to give it to me now, but I’ll get it eventually.” She checks the time on her phone. “I have another class to get to. Be a good boy and I’ll see you tomorrow. Or I’ll see you tonight when you visit me at work.”
“Tch, as if. Next time you whore yourself make sure to cover up the bruises, idiot.” She gasps, clutching her hand to her throat. She knew she forgot to grab something to grab something when she ran out this morning.
Himiko huffs defiantly, placing her hands on her hips. “We’re not going to get anywhere with this.” She acknowledges. She’ll have to be crafty with her training on him. “Bakugou-kun, this has been a pleasure and a half and I look forward to our next meeting.” She extends her hand to him and he smacks it away, rejecting her peace offering. The contact he just made with her skin? Brief but so electrifying. Oh she can’t wait to tell her friends about this.
Like always, Rachel thinks she’s being completely out of pocket. Miki thinks that she’s reaching a bit for her affection, which is a surprising response from the older woman. She expected at least one of them to be on her side.
All Ray can focus on is the fact that Bakugou was mean to her. He shouldn’t talk to her like that and she shouldn’t romanticize it as something she can control. Miki feels like maybe he’s just not as into her as Himiko claims and that she should probably go for someone else. Ya know, save herself the heartbreak.
They’re both delusional. Rachel’s sleepwalker isn’t a saint and that creepo guy that she hangs out with is probably the worst, but funnest, man she has ever encountered. Miki’s boyfriend cries all the time about any and everything and her girlfriend is a perfect little Mary Sue that abuses her innocent features to emotionally manipulate people and calls her ‘Miko’ because there can only be one Miki in the world apparently. Her dysfunctional ass relationship gives her no grounds to comment on Himiko’s romantic endeavors.
“Guys, it’s a trope okay? Enemies to lovers, stuck together, soul mates! ” She asserts.
“Are you on drugs?” Rachel deadpans. “This isn’t your fanfic Himi. It’s...real life.”
“Sometimes I wish I could live in your head.” Miki chuckles. “It sounds fucking wild and incredible in there.”
“First of all, it’s a party in there, like, all the time. Second, you will both see, you will all see. I’m not crazy, I know what I’m talking about! Bakugou Katsuki will realize he’s in love with me in due time!”
“Okay fine, maybe he falls in love with you. Are you gonna stay in love with him or are you gonna fall in love with someone else?”
“Good question Ray, you do fall in love a lot.” Miki agrees. “Very fickle girl when it comes to feelings.”
“You were in love with Zack for like two months.” He’s exciting, a jubilant personality. “Then you were in love with that one old guy, ya know the customer? What was his name?”
“Jin.” Miki scoffs. Jin was hilarious! He took her out dancing, she’s never met someone with so many salsa skills. He’s in a psych ward now though, something about having a psychiatric breakdown and locking himself in his home to prevent his clones from killing him.
“And you’re really off and on about Deku, but mainly on.” Ray adds. Deku is a precious little baby and his adorable, innocent broccoli features would drive anyone mad. Especially if they’d seen him after he busted his face open falling off that bike last semester.
“And his girlfriend. Face it, Himi, only I can pull off a competent thrupple.” Ochako and her have something in common, they both love Deku. But the fact remains...
“Okay so I fall in love a lot, sue me you salty bitches. The point is, I have loved Bakugou since freshman year. That’s literally the longest relationship I’ve ever had.”
“But you’re banging the drug dealer.” Miki frowns.
“We’re not banging, why does everyone keep saying that?” Himiko groans in frustration. This is giving her a headache and she has to get ready for work anyways. Crazy girls, they’re just blinded right now by their own situations, but like Katsuki, they’ll come to see that she’s right too.
Bakugou strolls into her cafe later on that night to study again. He just can’t stay away from her. She steps up to take his order with a shit eating grin on her face and he begrudgingly gives her his order. He switches it up this time, trying to throw her off her game after she’s already rung him for his usual. It’s whatever, not gonna change the fact that it’s gonna be perfect.
She has an idea while his milk is steaming and whips out her handy dandy pink sharpie. She scribbles her number on the side of his cup, right next to the lip where he can see it and adds a winky face and a heart to it as well.
Like normal, she goes to hand deliver it to him only this time he stops her halfway across the cafe. “Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that shit? I’m not a child, I can get it myself.”
“You also told me you weren’t coming here tonight and look at you here!”
He cuts his eyes at her and snorts. “It ain’t because of you, idiot. It’s just really unfortunate that this is the quietest spot I can find.” He grinds out.
“But...we play music all night long? Cardi B is playing right now and I don’t think she’s what you would normally study to.”
“Then change the damn music.” He throws over his shoulder as he marches back to his table and she promptly follows.
“Of course baby, what would you like to listen to?”
“I would like to talk to your boss and get you fired for harassment.”
“I am the boss, your request has been denied. Next request.”
He drags a beautiful large hand through his hair. “Fine, fuck off or I’m leaving.”
She nods dutifully and turns on her heel prancing her way back to her position. What a great day this has been. She got to sit next to him in class, they’re partners for a take home project, and she gets to gaze at him all night while he studies in her cafe. A beautiful waking dream.