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"Ugh! This bitch!" Bakugou yelled in annoyance as he harshly slammed his phone down upon his desk.
You turned your face away and attempted to hide your guilty laugh with a cough. No one looked at you. 'Ah, success!'
"What's the matter, man?" Kirishima asked in concern.
"Nothing," Bakugou grumbled, face red as he grabbed his pencil and resumed his work on the assignment Aizawa-Sensei had given, right before he fell asleep in his yellow sleeping bag.
You turned your giddy self back to your own assignment and tried to focus on the questions on the stark white paper. It was hard though, you were practically euphoric from Bakugou's reaction to the flirty text you had sent him minutes ago. You kept sneaking glances at him, covert ones of course, to keep the high you gained from annoying the snot out of him. It was kinda sick, you were willing to admit to yourself, taking sadistic pleasure in torturing the firecracker. You almost got off to it, it was the thing you looked forward to most at the end of the day: planning your next move as his 'secret admirer.'
You squirmed in your seat as you thought of the text you had just sent him.
To:Babygou
From: Unknown
Dear Fire-Sweat,
Yet another languid day has passed without you guessing my identity.
It's becoming tiresome; the days dragging tortuously as I await your spicy kiss.
Come find me soon?
Yours always,
Your secret admirer
You had been sending him the texts for almost a month now, occasionally alternating with a gift you would place in his locker or desk. The red rose had definitely been his least favourite offering. You had spotted it crushed, lying inside the trash can outside your classroom. The cookies were, by your estimate, the gift he had hated the least as you had observed him eating them later that day at lunch. His consumption of them had surprised you; you had fully expected them to end up in the trash like many of the other presents you had left for him to discover. You certainly would have thrown out any baked goods you received from a creepy, anonymous wanna-be Santa Claus. But if you were being honest with yourself, seeing him consume the fresh baked confections you had had lovingly baked for him the night before had filled you with an exhilaration even more exciting than the feeling you got just from pestering him.
You tapped your pencil thoughtfully against your cheek as you pursed your lipstick covered lips, silently studying Bakugou furiously write out his answers, his dedication to his education admirable and motivating. Not that you were ready to stop procrastinating just yet though.
You weren't quite sure when your devious plan to irritate Bakugou had shifted from you looking to ease your boredom, to you actually crushing on him. The plan had been innocuous enough; send Bakugou some flirty texts from his 'secret admirer,' and then watch the ensuing awkwardness and rage from a safe distance. It's not like you had any beef with him, you actually hadn't even interacted with him much, you suspected that he wasn't even aware you existed. You were just feeling mischievous one day and wanted to pull a classic Y/N prank. You had chosen Hot-Head purely because he had been irking you that day with his cocky declarations of his alleged superiority. Normally you found his confidence somewhat humorous and attractive, but that day it had raised your hackles enough that he became the target of your personal entertainment. You just hadn't counted on catching feelings.
And thus you had found yourself in a conundrum: should you continue the prank or reveal yourself as the sender of the texts? You loved the thrill you got from vexing him, but deep down you wanted to confess your unexpected feelings. There was also the very real possibility of him rejecting you, the fear of which kept you suspended in your anonymous texting/gift giving limbo. But you held onto the tiny bit of hope that he maybe, just maybe, wanted to discover your identity. He had kept a couple gifts after all, although you begrudgingly noted they were the food ones. And he continued to text you back, asking with many sentence enhancers who you were. And maybe the most revealing bit of evidence was that he hadn't blocked you yet.
Your phone lit up from inside your bag and you almost squealed with elation when you saw it was from Bakugou. You forced yourself not to pick it up though just yet, it was far too risky. You feigned extreme interest in your school work, only peeking once to see Bakugou looking around the classroom suspiciously.
Did this mean he again suspected it was someone in class? You thought you had nipped that in the bud early on. After the first few texts received, Bakugou had angrily confronted most of the males in class 1-A and demanded to know if they were messing with him. The boys had all denied any involvement and were confused with what he was even talking about. He had then eyed the girls but didn't approach any of you to your relief. He then tried to call the number back whilst in the middle of a lecture, thankfully you always had your phone on silent and no sound was heard. Soon after that he began inquiring what everyone's numbers were. To an outsider it may have appeared he was making an effort to get to know his classmates more. You knew better. That last attempt to find you also failed as you were using a texting app with a different number to engage him. You were a professional prankster after all, that would've been the foolish mistake of a novice. To take the heat off your class and avoid discovery, you had paid an extra to slip a dated note signed with your kiss imprint in lipstick, inside his locker while you were all away on your internships. You had also mentioned in the note that the halls of U.A. were quiet and dull without his presence. It was a feeble attempt as he's more intelligent than he looks and was sure to see through it, but to your astonishment he bought it. You noticed him looking around at lunch more, whereas he would normally keep to himself. He also tried sending texts to you and then observing the lunchroom to see if anyone received a text right after. This was a pitiful last ditch effort as everyone used their phones during that period. He was back to square one you had noted smugly.
You carefully snuck another glance at the blond's back. He was back to work on his assignment. You let out a sigh of relief. 'Safe for now.'
Inconspicuously you pulled your phone out of your bag, checking to make sure Bakugou was still absorbed in his work.
You curled your papers to conceal your phone and unlocked it to read Bakugou's response to your ridiculous text.
To: Unknown
From: Babygou
I kno ur in this class
You recoiled in shock. How did he figure it out? You had taken pains to be vague and had been extra careful to not include any details in your notes that only someone in your class would be privy to.
"Ah, fuck," you whispered under your breath.
You frowned in worry and stared at the offending words on your dimmed screen. 'Unless,' you thought to yourself, 'it's a bluff.'
Your lips curled into a smirk and you began composing your reply to his now obvious feint.
To: Babygou
From: Unknown
Dear Lord of the Fires,
What do you mean?
I don't see you outside my class.
Did you finally find me? Oh I'm so excited!
Nyuahhhh!
Yours completely,
Your ever impatient secret admirer
You slid your phone under your papers and waited for a reply. Minutes later your phone lit up with another notification.
To: Unknown
From: Babygou
You'll see me soon enough
-king explodo kills
'Sooner than you think, hotshot,' you sniggered quietly, typing quickly.
To: Babygou
From: Unknown
I can't wait
Forever yours,
Your not so secret admirer?
Ps, don't you mean 'King Explosion Murder'?
For good measure you added the lips emoji several times. You hovered your phone above your bag and hit send, dropping it inside and returning to the pretence of completing your untouched assignment.
You peeked out of your lashes at Explosion Boy, watching as he reached for his phone. He read the text, studying it for a moment. He sent his phone down calmly without texting back. You pouted. 'How boring.'
***
Later that night you plopped onto your bed after finally finishing your homework. It had taken much longer than usual after wasting so much time in class lost in your thoughts about a certain fiery boy.
"Ah well," you said aloud, stifling a yawn, "it was worth it."
You rolled over and grabbed your phone from your nightstand where it was charging.
To your delight you saw Bakugou had finally texted you back.
To: Unknown
From: Babygou
Gotcha Y/N
"Ah, fuck."