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Hii! Could you write a one or two chaptered fanfic on Bakugou x Mina? Scenarios: she is drunk and he takes care of her/ she pushes him out of the way and gets injured instead/ she starts flirting as a joke but then he flirts back and oh god does she like it and kisses him.

Absolutely!

Bubblegum

A Bakugou x Mina Drabble

Warnings: alcohol use, cursing

Chapter 1...........

They weren’t friends. Well, they weren’t exactly not friends, either. Mina always found friends, whether she wanted to find them or not.

To her, a stranger was just a friend she hadn’t met yet.

And that was sort of how she viewed the spiky blond who sat in front of her in class.

He didn’t talk much. When he did speak, he could be heard throughout the whole damn school building, and it was usually because Kirishima had pulled a dumb prank on him.

Mina often held back her giggles, not wanting to upset him further, but one day she made a fatal mistake of chuckling to herself.

“Do ya fuckin’ think this is funny?” he growled, glaring down at her. She straighened her back, cocking an eyebrow.

“Sure do!” she smiled sweetly. He huffed, sitting back down, to the suprise of literally everyone who noticed.

Usually, Bakugo would have spat and sputtered at the comeback, but this time, he simply backed down. That just wasn’t like him.

What Mina never knew was how her attitude completely broke him. Fuck, he wished that he could get along with people like she did. She didn’t even have to try; all she had to do was be her happy go lucky self and people just...flocked to her.

Even him.

He hated to admit defeat, and rarely did, if ever. But he couldn’t deny that he definately had a crush on the bubblegum pink girl.

He just wished he knew how to tell her.

Could he even tell her?

Friday Night, weeks later........

Denki’s parents were out of town, and being the crackhead that he is, threw a spontaneous party at his house. Of course, everyone in class 1A was invited. Mina was one of the first people to show up, and she helped get the snacks and drinks together.

Sero giggled as he walked into the kitchen, a bag in his hand. It was clinking, as if it were filled with glass bottles.

“Whatcha got there?” she inquired, pointing towards the mysterious bag.

He stopped laughing for a moment, flashing Denki a confused look.

“Uhh, I thought it was just gonna be the boys, man. Can...we even trust her?” Sero asked, gesturing towards her.

“Hey! I’m right here, you know! And yeah, you can trust me. Come on, you gotta tell me what it is now!” She frowned, crossing her arms. Sero sighed, pulling out the bottles. Alcohol.

She stared wide eyed, but excited. She’d never drank anything before, but it sure did look fun! She took a bottle of clear liquid in her hand, opening it up.

“Whoa, there! You won’t like it like that!” Denki warned. She pouted, closing it back.

“Well, fine then. I’m gonna make a punch or something then. Should I make some for everyone or?” she asked, grabbing what she needed from the cupboards.

“uh...sure. Just don’t tell Midoriya, he’s definately a little snitch,” Sero mumbled.

“Ya think so?” she asked, standing up on the counter to reach for some sugar.

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The punch bowl was the centerpiece of the table. People came in and out, grabbing a cupful for themselves or a friend. Mina was on her third glass by the time everyone showed up.

Bakugo, on the other hand, skipped on the punch. He was content with sitting himself in a corner, nodding to the music and stealing glances at Mina. She didn’t even notice. She was much too busy laughing at tiktoks with Uraraka.

He sighed, sipping on a glass of soda.

Soon, the party began to wind down as the punch kicked in. Some people retreated to the bedrooms (for various reasons), while others crashed on the couch or on the floor.

Bakugo turned the music down as he stood up. He got into a semi-heated debate with a drunken Sero about something stupid, and lost track of Mina. He shrugged it off. Maybe she just went home.

He headed upstairs to the bathroom to take a quick piss before heading back to his dorm. He didn’t feel like cleaning up after the people who carelessly threw their trash on the floor, and he didn’t care to babysit anyone who got too drunk to stand.

As he approached the door, he heard something.

Someone was in there, retching and lightly crying.

Usually in situations like this, he would’ve just minded his business and walked away.

But his gut told him that he just...couldn’t do that. Not this time.

He gently knocked on the door. No response. He went ahead and tried to open it. To his suprise, it was unlocked.

His eyes widened as he realized who it was behind that door.

Mina.

Her makeup was ruined, running down her cheeks in streaks. She wiped her mouth quickly as she noticed him walk in.

He didn’t say anything. He just stared for a moment.

She slurred, “Do you...do ya think this is fucking funny? huh?”

He shook his head.

She began to cry again, covering her face. He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it under icy cold water in the sink before placing it on the back of her neck. She flinched at the sudden sensation.

“How much did’ja have to drink?”

“6,” she muttered, hovering over the toilet bowl.

“Dumbass...” he scoffed, rubbing her back.

She heaved, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She groaned, holding her stomach.

“It’ll go away...just...” he tried his best to comfort her, but he genuinely did not know how to.

“shut up. just...ugh!” she spat, sitting up. He backed away from her a little bit. She glared at him, gritting her teeth. The rag was thrown across the bathroom, hitting the wall with a smack.

“I’m just tryna fuckin help you? What’s your problem?” He spat. She stood up. Moonlight shined on her back through the large frosted window that faced beautiful woods.

“m-m...my problem? you...ya...you’ve gotta be kidding, right?” she stammered out. Her knees shook and her stomach churned from the pressure of her standing up, but she didn’t care.

“You...you’re the one with the fuckin issues here, you weirdo...why do you even want....wanna help me?? You hate me!” she yelled. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes.

“Mina...I...I don’t...” Bakugo argued, taking a step towards her. She took a step back.

“Get...go away...” she warned.

Bakugo took another step, trying to get her away from the window.

But it was too late.

The floor was wet and slick, and she was barely able to stand as it was. Those two factors mixed together meant that she lost her footing. Fast.

Her petite body crashed through the window backwards. Shattered glass rained down to earth as she screamed. Luckily, Uraraka and Hatsume were on their way out of the house and towards their uber when she was falling. Uraraka wasn’t able to stop her fall, as she hadn’t touched her before it happened. The two girls sreamed, rushing towards Mina and hurridly calling 911. Hatsume looked up to see Bakugo at the window.

He could only stare down at her limp body, wide eyed and in shock.

“This is just too far! Why? Why?!” Hatsume screeched. Uraraka couldn’t even bring herself to look at him.

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When Mina woke up, she was surrounded by all of her closest friends.

Everyone was throwing questions at her. A police officer stood in the corner, notebook in hand.

“Did he do it on purpose?” asked one person.

Another questioned, “Was he drunk?”

“Is this the first time he’s hit you?” a third quizzed.

She answered none of these questions. All she could do was stare at the ceiling in silence.

“Where is he?” she asked, her voice stoic and monotone. Everyone was silent at that.

“He’s...not here.” Uraraka answered finally. Mina nodded, wiping away a stray tear.

“Thanks for showing up, guys...but, can you give me some time? Please?” she requested meekly.

“I’ll buy lunch,” Tenya offered, breaking the silence that filled the room.

Soon, Mina was alone.

She sighed, inspecting the room she was in. White. Sterile. Boring. All except for a lovely boquet sat on the table next to her bed. She picked it up, looking at each flower. Most were pink, matching her skin, but others were yellow and orange. She smiled at the cute colors.

She turned the vase around, not seeing any note or indication of who they were from.

“Like em?” a voice asked from the doorway. Mina jumped, looking up.

It was Bakugo.

“Yeah,” is all she could manage to say. She cursed herself for not saying some nasty comback.

He approached the bed, sitting gently on the edge. He was silent for a good while, looking at the floor.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell the cops that you pushed me out of the window or anything,” she scowled, placing the vase back onto the table and crossing her arms.

He shook his head, sighing deeply.

“Thats...not it...”

She scoffed.

“You hate me, don’t you?” Bakugo spat.

“What?”

“Just be honest with me. Please.”

She sat, wideeyed and dumbfounded for a good few seconds. She always thought he was the one who hated her.

“I...” she scrunched up her face, thinking of what to say.

But she knew words wouldn’t cut it at this point.

She sat up in the bed. He looked over at her as she leaned forward, gently taking his cheek in her hand.

His face began to heat up. He looked away. However, his attention was brought back to her when she placed her other hand on his cheek and brought him in for a kiss.

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