Bad Guy
When Toga stormed into her dorm room she was ready to divulge her grievances to Rachel and tell her friend that she was right and Bakugou was trash. Ugh, how could he say that to her? It makes her feel...icky. Did she go too far? She never meant to make him uncomfortable, she just wanted to open his eyes a little, but maybe she should have gone about it a different way. She really did think he was into it though. They’re just fingers! He could have snatched his hand away. He pulled her onto his lap, groped her butt, kissed her neck.
She tosses back and forth on Ray’s bed and wails, slapping herself for being so stupid. Her father always told her she needed to practice self restraint. She moved too fast and ruined all her hard work and now she’s screwed. What is she going to do about her project?
This is kind of reminiscent of that time in middle school when she had that major crush on her classmate. Only that crush wasn’t nearly as great as what she felt for Bakugou. That was just kiddie love, she thought what she had, would have, with Bakugou would be real.
“I know you probably think I’m going to say ‘I told you so.’”
“Oh and you’re not?”
“Maybe if you weren’t so upset.” Ray shrugs. The girl sighs heavily, tucking thick hair behind her ears. She places a warm hand on Himiko’s thigh giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m not always harping on you about your Bakugou fantasies because I think they’re stupid or you’re stupid. You’re my best friend and I just don’t like the people close to me getting hurt.”
She whimpers in her spot, “I just feel really stupid for not believing you.”
“You sound normal. Everyone has a crush that they’re really into and don’t want to let go of.”
Yeah and those people get made fun of. She’s going to get made fun of! “Your spirits are down. Why don’t we go out on the town? Get irresponsible piercings and bad dye jobs.” Ray suggests. Good lord no, Himiko’s hair is already a freak of nature that’s hard enough to manage, trying to put dye in it would be more work then she’s willing to go through.“I don't really care to attend the rest of my classes, not like it would make the difference, so we can do whatever.”
Her spirits are down and a delicious icy cold pomegranate milkshake with cinnamon nuggets, and a little retail therapy sounds like a perfect pick me up. Spending money on pink things always makes her feel better.
The first place they run to is the shake shack for their sugary sweets and the mall is next. She has more than enough clothes at her disposal, her closet is overflowing into Rachel’s closet at this point so clothes aren’t what she’s looking at. Instead they spend their time in novelty and accessory shops. You can never have too many cell phone cases, and jewelry is fun for everybody. “Himi they’re going all the way up to your elbows, I don’t think you need anymore bracelets.”
Truly her arms could stand in for cymbals in a marching band now or even better, tambourines in a church choir. “You know what I’ve always wanted? A series of toe rings.”
“A series?” Ray scoffs, quirking an eyebrow. “I mean I could see one, but why a whole series?”
“Pinterest inspiration really.” She nods, starting a selection of gold and silver toe jewelry. Rachel opts to look at the array of chokers on another rack. “So um...do you think I’ll ever find a good boyfriend?”
“We’re not talking about relationships right now.” The other blonde says. “Today is just about you.”
Himiko whines out loud, throwing a miniature tantrum in her spot. “But it’s always about me!” She objects. “You have your relationship to make your life about, Miki has not one but two people to make her life about and me? I got no one!”
It’s unbelievably annoying having to sit there and watch her two best friends be happy with their boyfriends and girlfriend and Himiko is just there. She’s got no real lovey dovey stories to tell people, there’s no one sending her cute messages or buying her gifts and shit and their partners don’t count because they make them get her shit.
“It’s called patience.” Rachel stresses. “You can’t force these things. Now let’s please talk about something else. How’s your story coming along? What are you doing for your next tutorial?”
This absolutely blows. “I know you think it’s not fair or whatever, but think about it this way. Why waste your time thinking about that asshole when he’s not thinking about you?” And that is just hurtful. She would like to think that he’s thinking about her, going crazy in his mind the same way she is. But he’s probably not. He would have called or texted her by now if he was.
Rachel is right. She’s got to get over this hump, they both made mistakes and now isn’t the time to dwell on them. She could use some more supplies for her upcoming video and the best place to get bulk makeup at discounted prices is Amazon. “Well if we’re done here we can go back to the room before you start online shopping. My social meter is empty.” Of course it is, you can never take your Rachel out in public without proper charging first.
Back at the dorm, her shopping cart on Amazon is loaded down with new makeup supplies and she’s fully ready to checkout. What she isn’t prepared for is the payment error page. The fuck? Did her dad run out of money? All the shopping she’s done today and it chooses right now to be empty? Now when she needs it most? She scoffs, grimacing at the screen and then dials up her dad for an obviously much needed chat.
The line briefly rings before he answers, “Daughter.”
“Well...hello to you too daddy.” She greets. “Yeah, just calling to see if you knew your card was being declined?”
“Of course it’s declined, Himiko!” He snapped. “I didn’t send you to school so you could spend all my money. You have a job, you work, you spend your own money! That card is for emergencies!”
“But dad this is an emergency! I need more makeup supplies! How am I supposed to do my videos without them?” She whines into the phone.
“I don’t care about your videos. How many times have I told you that you need to give up those silly dreams? Focus on your schoolwork.”
Ugh, she most certainly didn’t call for a lecture. This is the exact reason why she doesn’t call him as much as most loving children call their loving parents. He’s always got something to criticize her about.
“Daddy, I’m taking my classes seriously.” She sighs. “And I don’t have my paycheck because I got robbed...last week I think?” She has long since recovered from being robbed and she even made back the money she gave to Dabi...of course she lost it all again when she had to pay it back to her friends.
“You...you what? Where were you when this happened? Did you report it?” Great, now he’s going to harp about this.
“Okay fine if you’re going to make it a big deal about it then I wasn’t robbed.” Her phone buzzes against her ear and she looks at it while her dad is going off on the other end.
Bakubaby: Can you come over so we can talk?
If you could feel the pressure that just slammed into her heart. Tears immediately spring to her eyes. He texted her. So they could talk. And here she was stupidly thinking that she’d ruined everything. “Daddy I have to go, love you and all that Jazz, buh-bye.” She hangs up without another word. She needs to make sure that this isn’t some sick trick.
About what? She replies.
Bakubaby: I think you know. Just come, it’s important...I need a nurse.
Himiko takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. I’ll be there. He needs a nurse, she will be the best nurse he’s ever had. “Rachel.” She breathes out, clutching the phone to her chest. “He texted me!”
“What? Weren’t you just lying to your dad?” She groans from her place in Himiko’s lap.
“I was and then he texted me so I hung up! I have to go over there!”
“Dude! C’mon!”
“You c’mon!” She squeals, shoving her friend over and bouncing up to her feet happily. “I mean don’t actually come with me, but, like, come on! This is great!”
“What happened to me being right? I thought you had learned your lesson, it hasn’t even been a whole day!”
Himiko lowers herself to her knees, squeezing her roomies hands, looking at her with wide amber eyes. “We fought for a few hours so what! All couples do that, but when you love someone you can’t just give up on them!” Rachel’s eyes wander over her face, her head shaking slightly. Himiko understands, she’s overly emotional and she switches gears so fast that it’s hard for other people to keep up. But she’s in the right gear this time. It’s time to make up with her lover.
Himiko rubs her hands over the front of her outfit, trying to literally wipe the nerves off of herself. She dressed up for the occasion, a cute little candy striper outfit that she bought for Halloween last year. It seems very fitting considering she is coming here to take care of her ill lover. She also has a little basket full of treats to help his mood, some candy, some glittery unicorn stickers, some holographic band aids, some condoms; basically just everything a good nurse would need for her patient.
With one final spritz of her champagne apple body spray, Himiko knocks politely on his room door. She can hear movement on the other side before the door is pulled open revealing a red haired boy with a bandana wrapped around his head. This is Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou’s best friend. He looks like a friendly guy, cute face, nice smile, pretty red eyes, but he’s in her way.
The minute the door opened she tried to walk in because of course she was invited here so why not, but bulky arms and an equally bulky body blocked way much to her surprise. She looked up at him, blinking blankly in confusion, does he think this is the time for games?
Toga grins slowly, putting on her natural sweet facade. “What are you doing?” She asks in a sing-song voice.
“Nothing...what are you doing?” He chuckles.
“I’m here to take care of my baby and you’re kind of in my way so if you could just stand aside that would be great thanks.” She steps to the side to move past him and the redhead follows her, blocking her entryway again.
“Yeah about that, I was given strict orders not to let you in so I can’t because he’ll kill me.”
“Liar!!” She accuses, “Kirishima-kun, if you don’t stand aside I’m gonna have to hurt you and I really don’t wanna hurt you...but I will.”
“Ha, I- there’s no need to be violent. I’m sure we ca-
“Shitty hair, what the fuck are you doing?” Himiko and Kirishima look over at the blonde male that’s just come out of his room. He’s not wearing his splint right now so she can see just how swollen and bruised his ankle is. He obviously needs her. “I thought I told you to let her in when she showed up.”
“Yeah, but you had also just taken your meds so I thought you were just high.”
“What a rude thing to say about me!” Himiko frowns, shoving her way past the tall boy. She meets Bakugou by his room door, looping her arms around his neck and peppering his cheek with kisses. “Bakugou-kun was probably just grouchy when he said that, he didn’t mean it, right?”
“Sure.” He nods. “ I’m fine you bastard, I need a nurse and she is a med student after all.”
“I am a med student after all.” She echoes.
Kirishima raises his hands in surrender, “yeah yeah okay, my bad guys. I’ll just...let you do whatever.”
Himiko’s tongue juts out at him in one last act of petty behavior, before she enters Katsuki’s room with him. The door clicking shut behind her is like sweet music to her ears. This is her first time ever in his room. It’s so neat and well put together, very plain looking if she must be honest. A poster of Toshinori Yagi, the famed football player, is literally the only decoration he has on his wall.
His desk has his laptop set up with a neat stack of textbooks. His closet is closed, not a single piece of clothing strewn across the floor. The only thing out of place is the blankets on his bed because he was laying in it. “It smells just like you in here Bakubaby.”
“Yeah, course it does, it’s my room.” He agrees as he shuffles past her. He ditches the crutches along the wall and collapses on his back, sighing with exhaustion, lacing his hands behind his head.
She takes a deep inhale in, sucking in the strong essence that is Bakugou Katsuki and grins in satisfaction. She uses her hand to fan her face while she moseys over to him, raising herself up on his bed, crawling over limbs. His legs are so nice. Light blonde hairs, firm and taut calf muscles, deliciously thick thighs. Her eyes traverse up the length of his legs to the bottom of his shorts that cover far too much for her liking.
“Toga?” Her attention snaps to his face. “Were you listening to me?”
“Nope! Sorry, what’d you say?”
He rolls his eyes at her and yanks her down next to him by her elbow. “I said, you were right.” He tells her. “I shouldn’t have said that shit to you, especially when you’ve only been sweet to me this whole time.”
“Mhmm.” She nods in agreement with him. Oh it’s so good that he’s finally seeing things her way. Ha and here she was thinking that she had done something wrong.
“I was just real pissed about my situation, but I won’t take it out on you anymore.”
“You promise?” She coos.
“I promise...but, there’s something you need to say to me too, right?”
“Yes!” She exclaims. Himiko is quick to mount to him, biting her lip with excitement. She takes a composing breath, clearing her throat. “I, Toga Himiko, apologize for the rude and inappropriate wayI behaved earlier today. I should not have kicked your crutches like that, it was so very mean of me and I am so very sorry.”
“Yeah that’s...one thing.” He shrugs. Himiko wiggles around a little bit, it’s cozy up there. “You..there’s nothing else you wanna apologize for?” He presses.
She whistles thoughtfully, thinking back over their day today and what else she may need to apologize for but honestly she can’t think of anything. Everything she did today was within reason, save for the crutch kicking. She cradles his cheeks in her hands, leaning down to plant small kisses on his lips. “I..have..no idea...what you’re talking about.”
The jubilant girl leans down to kiss him again, but he stops her with a palm to the face. “Are you serious? The drink? The fucking food! You fucking humiliated me you du- Himiko you can’t say that shit to me again and you can’t ever disrespect me in front of people like that. Not if you want this to work between us...you want that, yeah?”
Her eyes flutter, yes, that’s everything she wants. Personally she thinks he deserved the drink and spilled food, but..maybe that was overkill too. She does get ahead of herself a lot. She’s an emotional girl and sometimes her emotions make her do bad things. Like humiliating her precious Katsuki. But he’s willing to forgive her if she just apologizes. So..
“Okay.” She nods. “You’ll love me if I be good?”
He licks his lips and brings his hands to rest on her bare thighs. “You’re really pretty ya know that? Anyone could fall in love with a good girl, even me.” She’s breathing a lot heavier than normal right now, but she can’t help it. Anyone could fall in love with a good girl, even him.
Himiko is a better caretaker than he imagined she would be. So far he’s got to her shuttling all his shit between his classes, all over campus. She comes to his room every day to make sure he gets ice on his ankle, giving him gentle massages and cooking him food to eat. Granted the food isn’t that great, but it’s not terrible enough to not eat.
Sometimes when she comes over she’ll be dressed in that sexy little nurse costume. He’s trained her now to understand that when he requests that costume he’s also requesting her mouth. She gave it up so damn fast, he hardly had to plant the idea in her head.
Even if her cooking skills are subpar, her head game is quite possibly the best he’s ever had. That wide mouth has no problem fitting his thick girth and her throat is like this fucking abyss that sucks him in so deep. She gags and her eyes water, but she never complains. She moans and giggles, she loves sucking his cock. She seems like she gets off more on the act than he does.
Kneeling between his legs with her dress pulled up over her ass so he can watch the way she wags when she sucks. All it’s costing him so far is to pretend like he really likes her. It’s not even hard. Just pet her head, give her a few kisses, entertain her bullshit chatter with vaguely positive sounding responses. Of course there was yesterday where she sat on his face after blowing him. It came completely out of nowhere really, one minute she was kissing him and the next minute she was burying laughing and burying his face in her sloppy snatch.
He’s already realized that Toga is a lot more to handle than most chicks, but it seems like the more he spends with her the more he realizes just how different she really is and just how much he hates it. She lives in this completely different universe where everything is all about her and how to make her happy. The rules don’t apply to her over there and she has no idea how no idea how to separate that world from this one.
She’s just constantly go go go and he has no idea how to keep up with someone with so much energy. And don’t get him started on what she’s like after drinking espresso and eating sugary sweets.
He’s trying to find a way to manage her eccentric ways and so far he’s chalked it up to her self confidence. He admires people with confidence but only when it’s handled in moderation. When you have too much you turn into a narcissist and a problem. He has to cut her down to size a bit and he knows the best way to do it.
Himiko values a lot about herself. Her capability to care, her eagerness to love, her surprisingly bright mind, and her looks. It’s clear in the way she carries herself. Always trying to do her best with her hair, wearing cute outfits that show off her legs, always checking her mascara and shit. Clearly her features mean a lot to her and she’s proud of them, but even every proud person has something they wished they could change about themselves.
For Toga, that’s her tits. The baggy hoodies and oversized shirts help give it away. He doesn’t have an actual problem with her tits, they’re great. Big and comfy for naps, but if making her feel shitty about them rattles her enough to be a little more controllable then he’ll just have to do it. She probably won’t even be that bothered by it, but it’s worth a try.
He’s got her over in his room right now, they’re having an ‘adult sleepover’ as she likes to call it. She’s ordered them a hibachi meal, poured some fancy ass wine to glasses, and even dressed up for the occasion. She’s wearing a dark green satin pajama set that shows off so much skin. Her shorts barely cover anything and the spaghetti strap top gives him the perfect opportunity to talk about her weak spot.
It starts with just a simple comment, an observation, “You wearin’ a strapless push up bra under there or something?” It catches her attention. She smiles at the question, glancing down at her chest and shaking her head. “Guess I just never realized how huge your tits were.” He says with just the slightest bit of ‘bleh’ in his voice and a glimmer of aversion in his eyes. She notices it and her cheeks blush, her smile falters to something awkward and nervous.
“I mean, that’s a good thing right? That’s what guys like.”
“What guys? Average, low life losers with mommy issues that get off from nursing on their girlfriends tits?”
“That’s...mean.” She mumbles. Her smile is gone completely and her arms are creeping up onto her shoulders under the guise of scratching some nonexistent itch. “Do you um...do you think there’s something wrong with my boobs?” She won’t meet his eyes as she asks him and it’s a good thing because he’s not sure if his eyes look as sincere as he’s trying to sound.
“I mean...I don’t like small tits either, but I’ve always been more of a middleman. Easier to fit in the hands, they don’t sag as much when you get older.”
She inhales sharply, “Did Kiri turn the air on ‘cause it’s kind of cold, can I wear your hoodie?” He has to hold back a smirk as he pulls himself up and limps over to his closet to get his team hoodie for her. This is far too easy, maybe her self confidence wasn’t as high as he thought he was.
When he turns around though he’s not entirely prepared to see just how fast a tiny remark has caused her to start unraveling. She’s not in a full on breakdown, but her shoulders are trembling and she’s sniffling quietly into her knees.
Shit. His whole goal was to treat her like shit and to get her to back off of him, but he just figured that instead of crying she would do something like get pissed and start screaming or yelling like she did in the cafe. He didn’t expect her to start crying. Shit.
“Toga.” He calls out, sighing. “Why...the fuck are you crying for?”
“I’m not crying.” She snivels, clearly lying. “I just...I think maybe I got teriyaki sauce in my eye.”
“Really? It just flew right in there, huh?”
“I’m clumsy.”
“You are,” he agrees, shuffling over to her. He sits down across from her on the floor and places the hoodie at her feet.
Himiko takes the hoodie, pulling it over her head and wipes her eyes. “I’ve thought about it..about getting like a boob reduction surgery. I mean, they’re not as big as Miki’s, but I just feel like they’re a lot. Apparently they are.”
Surgery? Jesus fucking Christ that’s a bit extreme. “Maybe I was a little harsh or whatever.”
“You don’t like my body.”
“I... I like your body. It’s nice, all I was saying was that I like asses more than tits. And you have a pretty great ass.”
“I still feel bad. I feel...disproportionate. And you said I would get saggy.” Well, this has terribly backfired...but it doesn’t have to be all bad, because even though he feels a little guilty for making her cry it’s not enough for him to back off his plan entirely. She’ll be too focused on her slight flaw to be bouncing off the walls like normal. She’ll be worrying herself over trying to make sure he doesn’t find anything else to shame her about to be as crazy as usual. He can just use this as more set up for his ultimate work of destruction.
Build her back up, give her a false sense of security. He cradles the back of her head and pulls her in to kiss her forehead. “You’ve got a great bod, Himi. Just ignore me alright? You know I say asshole things at times. Come on, come sit in my lap.”
She crawls into his lap, straddling his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. He rubs her back with gentle circles. “I just worry that I’m not gonna be enough for you.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about. I said I was sorry alright, stop harping on it.” He brushes her hair back and kisses her neck.
“Is this how you felt when I brought Akira over and bragged about him? Cause it doesn’t feel good.” He smirks a little and kisses her neck again.
“Little bit, we’ll call it even, yeah?”
“I guess.” She shrugs. “Maybe I should clean up this mess...get to bed.”
“Yeah, maybe you should go back to your room too? I’ve got an early start tomorrow.” She looks at him briefly, but then nods slowly, pulling herself from his arms and standing up to start cleaning up their food and things.
“Do you want me to come get you?”
Bakugou stretches out on the floor watching her. “Nah, early morning soccer practice. Keep the hoodie, looks good on you.”
“Okay.” He watches her as she finishes cleaning up the mess and then slips her feet into her slippers. She doesn’t look like she's on the verge of crying again so that’s good, but she’s got that pensive look on her face like she’s thinking really hard. “Goodnight Bakugou.”
So he was cruel and maybe it was more harsh than it should’ve been, but it’s fine. She will get over this and bounce right back. It’ll just make her more dependent on him and when he finally has all her dependency, he’ll humiliate her, dump her, and she’ll never act so stupid over a guy again. In the long run, he’s helping her. She’ll thank him.