Post Halloween (2024) (💥x🫵🏼) Oneshot
A few days had passed since the Halloween party, but the memory of Bakugou's unexpected invitation to "team up" lingered in your mind like an unshakable melody. You replayed the events over and over—the games, the hand-holding, the quiet exchange of words in your room afterward, and that rare, genuine smile he'd shown you at the end. There'd been a different side to Bakugou that night, a softer one, and it left you both intrigued and admittedly a bit distracted since.
As you walked down the school hallway between classes, you caught sight of Bakugou up ahead, standing with his usual crew, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido. The second he noticed you, his eyes met yours, and he gave the slightest nod. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to make your heart race. You returned the nod with a shy smile before quickly looking away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
"Hey!" Ashido's voice broke through your thoughts as she suddenly appeared by your side, and not with the group, grinning as she linked her arm through yours. "Someone looks like they're on cloud nine! Does this have anything to do with a certain spiky-haired someone?"
You blinked, caught off-guard. "What? No, I—" But Ashido's knowing grin stopped you. There was no point in trying to deny it.
"Oh, don't even try to hide it!" she said, practically bouncing with excitement. "Everyone saw you two at the party. You guys were like, unstoppable, inseparable. I think you even managed to get him to laugh. Laugh, (Y/N)!"
You sighed, a smile breaking through despite yourself. "It was a fun night, okay? I just think we work well as a team."
"Mhmm," Ashido replied, raising a brow. "And did he say anything to you afterward? You know, something super sweet like, 'Hey, let's do this again sometime'?"
You paused, recalling Bakugou's words almost exactly. Ashido's grin widened as she saw the look on your face. "Oh my God, he did, didn't he?"
You gave her a small nod, your cheeks flushing as you admitted, "Yeah. He said we should team up again...for anything."
"Oh, he's so into you!" she squealed, squeezing your arm. "I bet that was his version of asking you out."
You couldn't help but smile, even though you tried to deny it, feeling that same thrill you'd felt two nights ago. Bakugou wouldn't ever be into someone, especially someone like you. But before you could even respond, Bakugou's voice suddenly cut in.
"What're you idiots blabbing about over here?" Bakugou stood behind you and Ashido, hands stuffed in his pockets as he eyed you both with suspicion.
Ashido flashed him a smile, undeterred. "Nothing, nothing! Just telling (Y/N) how fun the party was."
Bakugou gave a skeptical glare, though his gaze softened a little when he looked at you. "It was alright," he muttered, looking away. "Not as dumb as I thought it'd be."
"High praise coming from Bakugou," Ashido teased, shooting you a quick wink. "Well, I'll leave you two to talk! Just remember, Bakugou, if you ever need help planning your next date, I'm your girl!"
Bakugou sputtered, his face turning red. "Wh—date? What the hell are you talking about, raccoon eyes?"
Laughing, Ashido just waved her hand and sauntered off, leaving you and Bakugou standing alone in the hallway. An awkward silence followed as Bakugou shifted on his feet, clearly flustered.
"Uh...she's always like that," you mumbled, trying to ease the tension.
Bakugou grunted, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, whatever," he muttered, avoiding your gaze. He hesitated before finally speaking again, his voice softer. "But she's not...wrong, I guess. I mean, about us working well together."
Your heart skipped a beat, your surprise evident. "Yeah, I think so too."
He nodded, glancing around the hallway as if checking to make sure no one was listening. "So...maybe we could train together more often or something. Y'know, to get stronger. We'd make a killer team." His eyes held a glint of something more—something unspoken but full of intent. "That is...if you're up for it? Or whatever."
The invitation hung in the air, and you realized this wasn't just about training. There was an openness to him that you rarely saw, like he was offering a piece of himself to you, and the thought made your chest tighten in the best way.
"Of course," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. "I'd like that."
He looked satisfied, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile before he quickly schooled his features. "Good," he replied, nodding. "Meet me on the training grounds after class, then. We'll start there."
The day passed in a blur after that, and you found yourself excited and slightly nervous about your training session with Bakugou. When the time finally came, you were already waiting on the training grounds, warming up as you kept an eye out for him. Just a few minutes later, Bakugou appeared, his determined expression making your heart skip a beat all over again.
"Ready?" he asked, his usual competitive edge shining through.
"Bring it on," you replied, grinning as you dropped into a stance.
The two of you fell into a rhythm easily, sparring and pushing each other to new heights. You'd been paired with Bakugou before in training, but this time felt different. There was a deeper intensity in his movements, a silent understanding between you both that only grew with each punch, each dodge, and each moment of breathless energy exchanged. You finally felt like you were understanding him, rather than competing against him for class.
After a while, the session wound down, and you both slumped against the wall of the training arena, catching your breath. He looked over at you, his face flushed and glistening with sweat, his usual scowl softened into something more thoughtful.
"You're better than I thought," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.
You chuckled, nudging his shoulder with your own. "You're not too bad yourself."
He smirked. "Of course, I'm the greatest." Then, he hesitated, as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, he exhaled, letting his gaze fall to the floor. "Look, what I said at the party...I meant it. About us teaming up. In whatever we do." He glanced at you, the determination in his eyes fierce. "I don't like working with most people, but...you're different. It's not just about winning for once."
Your heart thumped, his words leaving you momentarily speechless. Bakugou never admitted things like this; he was as closed off as they came. But here he was, opening up to you in a way that left you feeling both vulnerable and incredibly lucky.
"I feel the same," you replied softly, the words spilling out before you could stop them. "I don't know what it is, but...when I'm with you, I just feel like I can do anything."
He looked at you for a long moment, as if trying to decipher every layer of meaning behind your words. Finally, he nodded, the faintest smile crossing his lips.
"Then let's keep going," he said, his voice steady. "Whatever this is, wherever it leads...I'm in."
"Ashido is gonna have a lot to talk about..." You mumbled, hiding your face in your hands and he made a "tch" sounds as he kissed his teeth.
"That damn raccoon eyes." He grumbled.
You know, everyone talks about the *aftermath*, but the Halloween party itself was truly something else! I still can't believe I ended up spending most of it with *Bakugou*. I mean, who would've thought? He usually acts so tough, but that night, something definitely shifted between us. The air was buzzing with excitement, everyone in their wild costumes, and there I was, trying to blend in, when suddenly, he was just... there. Surprisingly, he wasn't in some over-the-top hero costume – more like a slightly modified, darker version of his usual gear, but he still stood out, as always. The way he carried himself, even in a relaxed setting, commanded attention. I remember the games we played, a little competitive, of course, because it's Bakugou, right? But instead of his usual explosive temper, there was this underlying current of... camaraderie. We were a surprisingly good team, instinctively knowing how to complement each other's moves. There was this one game, a scavenger hunt, where we ended up working together, strategizing in hushed tones, and when we found the last clue, he actually let out a genuine chuckle. Not a scoff, not a sneer, but a real, honest laugh that made my heart flutter. It was a sound I rarely heard from him, and it was intoxicating. It was in those small moments that I started to see a different side of him, a glimpse behind the 'Explosion Murder God' persona. Later, as the party started winding down, the music softened, and we found ourselves walking back through the dimly lit dorm halls, away from the lingering chatter. That's when it happened – our hands brushed, and for a split second, he didn't pull away. It was just a fleeting, electric touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. My mind was racing, wondering if he felt it too, if it was just an accident or something more. Then, somehow, we ended up in my room, just talking. It wasn't about hero training or class. It was just... us. He shared a few rare, unguarded thoughts, and I found myself opening up in ways I never expected to with him. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only our quiet conversation in the small space. That rare, genuine smile he gave me at the very end of our Halloween night conversation? It's been replaying in my head ever since. It was just for a second, a fleeting moment of pure warmth, but it was enough to melt my heart. It truly felt like the start of something special, a one-shot experience that I wished would never end. That's why, when Ashido started teasing me about him just days later, I couldn't even deny it. The memory of Bakugou that Halloween was just too vivid, too real, and frankly, too wonderful to hide. It changed everything, setting the stage for what would come next. I guess you could say that Halloween wasn't just a costume party for us; it was a pivotal turning point, a night that unexpectedly rewrote our story.
