Torn Down The Middle Chapter 46: For The Play, Dumbass

“Hey Mina?” You whispered when Shouto was out of earshot. “Can you keep it quiet about Shouto and I uh…in the closet…? I haven’t had a chance to talk to Bakugou about the whole ‘fake dating’ situation yet and well…yeah…”

“It’s ok, babes, I get it,” Mina giggles softly, “I’m ya girl, yeah? I wouldn’t rat you out.”

“Thanks.” You whispered with a relieved sigh.

………………..

You found some things in the art room that could end up being useful and a few ladders as well.

Shouto, Mina and yourself carried them back to the hall where the stage was and set about seeing where the props would work. The whole time you worked you found it difficult to focus on anything other than Shouto. Your eyes finding him wherever he was in the room.

“Oi.” Bakugou said lowly to you as he approached you. “We should do some test runs with some scenes.”

“Hmm?” You hummed in question, your eyes coming back from looking at Shouto to meet his.

“Tch. Stay focused.” He grunted.

“I am!” You replied defensively.

“Not on fucking, icyhot, you idiot, on the play.” He snapped.

Your face flushed and you spun away from him.

“F-fine…lets practice.” You stuttered with embarrassment at being caught staring at your crush. “Wait hold on.” You added, turning back to him. “Momo changed a few things in the play I think, let’s find out what she did before we end up practicing something that she cut.”

You jumped off the stage and headed over to her with Bakugou following behind.

“Hey, Momo, what things did you end up changing in the play?” You asked as you neared her.

“Oh! Not much.” She said, flipping through the script and pointing out sections she adjusted.

Most of it was good, she had cut unnecessary scenes and shortened others.

“Oh! And we changed the ending of the play… to this!” She said proudly, showing you the script.

Your eyes scanned the final lines and you squealed in shock.

“W-what?!” You gasped.

“Let me see.” Bakugou said, taking the script from your hands.

“We…we…” you stammered.

“It ends with a fucking kiss??” Bakugou said in disbelief.

Momo nodded excitedly.

“B-but..” you stammered.

“It’s fine, isn’t it? You two are dating anyway!” She said excitedly.

You just stared at her numbly.

“Yeah. It’s fine.” Bakugou grunted and handed the script back to her.

You were still standing there shocked.

………………..

The next afternoon you and Bakugou were practicing your parts again, with Bakugou failing miserably as usual.

“Ok! Time out!” You said, exasperated, throwing your hands up from where you sat on the desk. “I need a break, can’t deal.”

“I’m fucking nailing this shit, what are you on about?” Bakugou replied proudly.

“What you’re doing is giving a perfectly good play, anxiety, that’s what you’re doing!” You retorted.

“Tch, fine, let’s practice this scene, this should be fine, I can’t fuck this one up.” He said, pointing to a spot in the script.

“Which part is it?” You asked curiously.

“The kiss scene.” He replied confidently.

“KISS SCENE?! WE DON’T NEED TO PRACTICE THAT!”

“Yes we do!” He snorted. “We need to practice everything.”

“You just want to kiss me.” You replied poking your tongue out.

“This is for the play, you dumbass.” He replied with a scowl.

“Ok fine. Kiss me and make sure it’s a good one.” You replied sharply.

He walked towards you and you froze where you sat on the desk. He looked serious.

He leaned down and placed a hand either side of you on the desk and slowly tilted his head up to look at you, his crimson eyes taking in everything from your chest up.

As his eyes met yours he smirked.

“Are you ready for the best kiss you’ll ever have…Juliet?” He said in a low, sexy tone.

Your heart began to thump in your chest as he leaned in, stopping just before he got to your lips, waiting for you to come that last 5% towards him.

You did and your lips met his. Your eyes shut as he gently reached a hand to the side of your neck and pressed his lips firmer against yours.

You pushed your lips back into his and he tilted his head a little more, parting his lips slightly and brushing the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip.

A shiver went down your spine and you responded, parting your own lips and allowing him access.

As you kissed, you reached your hand up to his, the one that he had placed on your neck, and gently caressed it- his burnt caramel scent intoxicating you and drawing you deeper into the kiss.

Neither of you had pulled back yet and you found yourself getting more and more into it.

He started to push your body back as if you lie you down on the desk and you halted him.

“Woah, woah boy.” You giggled, breaking away from the kiss. “How far are we going with this kiss?! Surely it’s just a simple kiss for the play?”

“Well if it detailed more, I’d definitely go for it.” He replied with a smirk.

“You just want me, hey?” You retorted cheekily.

“I told you, it’s for the play.”

“Pffft, play- my ass -you’re just enjoying this too much.” You smirked.

“And you’re not?” He shot back with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Meh, I could take it or leave it.” You responded nonchalantly with a dismissive hand wave.

“You’re lying again.” He replied with a smirk and leaned back in, his lips capturing yours in an instant.

There was something alluring about him that just seemed to keep you coming back for more. His kisses were surprisingly gentle and he didn’t try and push you beyond your obvious limit again.

After retiring the kiss scene you both decided to call it a day and made plans to practice again the next afternoon.

Bakugou had to get going home straight away so you walked home by yourself, deep in thought.

“Shouto is sweet, caring and I can see he has a dominant side that I would like to explore…then there’s Katsuki who is an asshole, brash, forward yet shy, he’s shown me his vulnerable side a few times now…and it’s kinda cute…”

The more you thought about them the harder things became to make a choice.

You felt a tightening in your chest, like you couldn’t take a deep breath in and you could feel your heart pounding like you had just done a 100m sprint but you had just been walking casually.

“What’s happening? Is my quirk acting up? Am I having a heart attack?”

You flicked your hands as you walked, as if trying to expel some of the strange feeling from your body…

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