Katsuki Bakugo was not a morning person.
Hell, he wasn’t even a late-night person. He was an I-need-my-8-hours-or-someone-will-die person. So when his phone started vibrating aggressively at 2 a.m., he nearly blew it up.
The name on the screen stopped him.
You (24 missed calls, 37 texts): “Babe please. Emergency. Come to my dorm NOW. Babe PLEASE.”
His pulse kicked up. “The hell is going on?!”
“SPIDER.”
…
He stared at the screen, blinking. Then he groaned, flopping back down. You’ve gotta be kidding me.
“GO BACK TO SLEEP.”
“I CAN’T. PLEASE.”
He swore under his breath. Why the hell was he dating you again?
“Kill it yourself.”
“IT’S HUGE. PLEASE, KATSUKI.”
He clenched his jaw, breathing through his nose. Then he sent one last text.
“Fucking hell. I’m coming.”
—
Bakugo didn’t bother tidying himself up. He stomped through the halls in just sweatpants, hair a mess, face set in a scowl. He threw your door open without knocking, expecting a tiny-ass bug.
What he didn’t expect was the monstrosity on your ceiling.
This wasn’t just a spider. This was a demon. A creature from hell. Thick legs, a massive body—he swore it was flexing on him.
For once, Katsuki Bakugo was speechless.
“…What the actual fuck is that?”
You, standing in the farthest corner, waved frantically. “THAT’S what I’ve been telling you about!”
He narrowed his eyes. “That ain’t a spider. That’s an entity.”
“EXACTLY!”
For a moment, he stood there, arms crossed, glaring at it. The spider, smug bastard, didn’t move.
“You’re the worst,” he muttered.
“You love me!”
He grumbled something, then cracked his knuckles. “Tch. You owe me.”
And with that, he grabbed the nearest object—your textbook, Hero Tactics: Conquering Fear—and prepared for war.