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‘Hey, Y/L/N-san.’

You were in the process of packing your things into your school bag. The classes were finally over, and you couldn’t wait to ditch the stuffy classroom once and for all and dive into a nice peaceful weekend.

You didn’t recognize the boy in front of you, but unfortunately, you knew what he wanted even before he started to talk.

‘You’re friends with Sano-san, right?’ he asked smiling with a glow of confidence in his eyes probably thinking he came up with a pretty decent plan when he chose to approach you.

Sadly, for him, this wasn’t unusual. Despite her unfortunate reputation and the scary rumors that circled around her persona. Your best friend, Sano Emma, was a cute and attractive-looking girl who often caught the attention of boys around your schools and guys passing on the streets. Whether on purpose or not being subtle enough, it was very easy to overhear or notice some of the peaking or openly staring at her. At times you compare them to animals in the zoo watching their caretakers bring them their scheduled food. Sometimes, they were merely excited or happy. Other times, they were drooling and looking like they would run to snatch it before they were ever even allowed to.

‘Yes, what about it?’ you asked. If you were a snarkier person, you would probably tell him flat out to back off because it was pointless to even try anything on Emma, but being yourself, conflict was usually your last resort. If it didn’t happen so often it started to really annoy you, you would even appreciate those guys for having the guts to try something on their crush in the first place.

‘Say, do you know if she’s seeing someone?’

Mentally, you took a deep breath and sighed, but, on the outside, you merely politely said, ‘No, but she likes someone else.’

You thought that was all that needed to be said and returned to packing your stuff. You really wanted to go already. Emma had to head to the teacher’s office to discuss her dropping grades.

She’ll probably ask me to help her study later, you thought to yourself.

Personally, if you approached someone because you were crushing on their friend and found out they liked someone else, you would thank them and never mention it ever again, but apparently, this guy was wired differently.

‘Huh, really?’

You shot your back and turned to leave but the boy sort of cut into your path, ‘Do you think I could take him? What’s he like?’

Take him? You wondered mentally. As in a fight?!

You imagined this guy going against 185 cm tall Ryuguji Ken.

You imagined this guy going against Toman’s vice president, Draken.

You imagined this guy going against the boy you once saw taking down ten Toman members with three punches without breaking a sweat because they were being disrespectful.

You chuckled. It was rude. You would be the first to admit, it was really rude, but you just couldn’t help it because imagining anyone let alone this guy going against Draken was seriously funny.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he asked. Obviously, he didn’t appreciate your reaction, and honestly, you didn’t blame him for that.

You cleared your throat, ‘Sorry. Uh,’ despite knowing a great deal about Emma’s brother’s not-so-little gang, Toman, you were around when it was founded and all, you still didn’t feel too comfortable to talk about it so openly with strangers. In school, nevertheless.

‘Her crush is friends with her brother,’ you said purposely underlining friends and brother, so he and anyone with a good pair of eyes and brain would understand. Everyone and their mother knew that Sano Manjiro was in a gang. Skipping school only to ride a bike wearing his black gang jacket was a dead giveaway. Seeing other members around the city getting into fights, vandalism and other forms of delinquency would convince anyone.

-or so you thought.

‘So? What? It’s not like she has to date her brother’s friends, is it? If so, who is he? I can be his friend or whatever,’ he said, and you openly stared at him like he was insane. You couldn’t help but wonder. If he didn’t even know Emma’s brother, Mikey, was the leader of Toman, what did he even know about her? Or was it really only because of her looks?

You sighed out loud now. You were already in a faulty mood looking forward to leaving the school premises only for this guy to constantly stall you. You were trying to be polite. Really, you weren’t a mean person. It wasn’t your style to flat-out be rude to someone upon meeting them. And you did your absolute best to make it quick with this boy but apparently, he wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the toolbox to figure it out.

‘Look, Emma likes someone else, and her brother isn’t someone to mess with. Trust me, if you don’t want problems just let it go, alright?’ Maybe you should have worded it better or maybe you should have told him to just go ask Emma herself if he wanted to so much. If you really thought about it, was this even your problem to begin with?

The boy frowned, ‘Seriously? Why would you say that? What’s wrong with you?’

Your eyes widened while you stood there puzzled wondering what the heck was this guy talking about. You were perfectly clear. Did he seriously want you to spell it out for him that her brother would crack his skull with a single kick and tell his gang to harass him until his dying days?

‘You know jealousy only makes you look uglier,’ he said and turned around stomping away pretty much like a child that apparently, he was.

You were left standing at your spot motionless for a few moments trying to get over the shock of the situation before you breathed out, ‘Whoa.’

It wasn’t like the words didn’t hurt.

They did.

A lot.

So much.

What an asshole!

But you always did your very best not to cry in school or because of some jerk who you didn’t even know.

After three deep breaths just to make sure you wouldn’t start sobbing, you started to walk out of the classroom. You knew that guy was just an upset jerk which was why he was lashing out like that, but it still stung a little. No one wanted to be called ugly or accused of being jealous of their friend. What should you be jealous of anyway? A guy like that coming to you trying to win you over only to be an ass to your friends? No, thank you!

You walked down the stairs only to find Emma waiting for you with a sour look on her face, ‘I need to get my grades up or they’ll tell gramps about it.’

You figured as much and patted her shoulder, ‘I’ll help you study tomorrow.’

‘Really?’ she beamed looking brighter than a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve, ‘Yup, let’s go.’

On the walk home, you only partly listened to Emma’s ramble about how unfair the teacher was. Untrue, but you didn’t have the energy to argue with her. Not to mention, your mind kept on drifting to the boy from the classroom.

Uglier

Uglier~

Uglieeeeer~

‘You’re the ugly one, you ass,’ you mumbled to yourself quietly.

‘Hm?’

‘Nothing,’ you quickly dismissed her interest and glanced around. It was Friday with many people on their way home from work or on a break before they had to return to their offices. Some didn’t even spare you two a single look, but others were openly staring at Emma.

It happened a lot. You weren’t certain when it started, but one day you noticed she was getting a lot of attention from men and boys passing by. Some were flat-out creepy while others looked rather cute. Some tried to strike up a conversation, but Emma was usually too much in her own world to notice or too into Draken to care.

‘Hey, do you want to go join me for karaoke? We’re missing a girl.’

‘I’m with my friend. Bye.’

‘Pretty girl, would you like to go to dinner.’

‘Beat it, old man!’

‘You’re so cute. Want me to buy you something sweet in that coffee house?’

She didn’t even acknowledge the existence of that last boy. Being her best friend came with the privilege of knowing she already had her heart set on someone else.

Honestly, from creeps who tried to follow her and you on the streets to boys who thought they were cute when they couldn’t even shutter out their names, you came to the conclusion that there was really nothing to envy your friend and often offered her your sympathy or changed the subject to ease her annoyance.

Jealousy

It wasn't like it was true. Why would you be jealous of the attention Emma got?

Maybe.

Sometimes.

A little.

You glanced at her hair, ever so perfectly blowing in the wind as you walked. It wasn't like she asked for all that attention. To be frank, most of the time she didn't even notice, or she found it annoying. Besides her were eyes set on Draken for as long as you knew her.

Still, yeah, maybe sometimes you were a little jealous of that attention. If only because compared to her you felt so damn invisible, you might as well not be there at all when those guys approached her. It was rude really. You didn’t want them to hit on you or anything, but straight out being pushed aside so they could get close to Emma without them so much as looking at you if you didn’t end up in traffic thanks to them seemed rude.

You would surely hate it if you were in Emma’s shoes, but you couldn’t say it was all that better to be in your own. Constantly being overlooked and ignored really sucked too.

Passing nearby windshields you caught your reflection. Maybe you should do something about the way you look. Nothing too radical just something to make you stand out a bit? Look cuter?

‘I can’t believe sensei’s being so unfair-’

‘Do you think I should change my hairstyle or do something about makeup?’ (A.N: adding or changing depending on you).

Your eyes moved to your school uniform. It couldn’t be helped on the weekday but maybe during the weekend and after school? ‘Maybe I could do something about my clothing,’ you said to yourself, ‘Maybe I would catch someone’s attention better that way-’

‘But you’re perfect!’ cut in Emma before you could think about that guy from class and pray not to catch the attention of someone like him.

You smiled at your friend, Yeah, yeah.’

‘No really!’ Assured you Emma and taking her best friend’s responsibilities seriously like they were life or death began to praise everything from your hair to your face and body gaining unwanted attention from people passing by. Definitely, not what you meant.

A little bit self-conscious and embarrassed, you tried to calm her down when you and she heard the familiar sounds of two bikes approaching. It wasn’t like you were an expert, but being around Toman so often, CB250T’s roar was definitely imprinted into your brain forever. You were pretty decent in recognizing all the captain’s bikes, even if you didn’t always guess the right one, but their leader’s bike you managed to get right every time. Not something you needed to brag about, but you still took pride in it.

You turned around and waved just as Emma raised her hand and called for her brother only to discover he was followed by Draken too. It wasn’t all that unusual, but your friend still snatched your arm looking at you like it was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

‘Follow my lead, Y/N!’

Emma greeted her brother and crush, while you waited beside her hoping whatever she had planned wouldn’t backfire too much. You were always there to pick up the pieces after all. Sure, Draken would never deliberately hurt Emma, but he was known to be harsh and speak his truth not realizing Emma was trying to flirt with him or get him to go on a date with her.

‘Hey, do you guys think Y/N should change something about herself?’ she asked suddenly cutting through your thoughts. You froze on the spot before shooting her a wide-eyed look. No way! Stop! You thought desperately as you listened to her make out some half-baked story about how you wanted to appear more interesting to someone.

Falling into traffic doesn’t sound so bad right about now, you thought to yourself and put a hand over your friends. You knew both Mikey and Draken were asking themselves why the hell was Emma asking them about this.

‘Men don’t care about that stuff,’ said Draken, and you uncovered your face only to ask, ‘Can we talk about something else please?’

‘Mitsuya-kun does,’ cut in Mikey, and you were tempted to die on the spot. The two started to discuss the captain of the Second Division and his keen eye for fashion before Draken admitted, That might work. So, if you want, go ask him.’

You couldn’t bear to look either of them in the eye for a moment.

‘Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,’ you said and mentally sent Emma a message never to do that to you again. The message must not have reached her though because, in the next moment, she rushed to Draken’s side and said, ‘Hey, can you guys give us a ride? Y/N twisted her ankle in the gym and it’s really far from her house.’

Seriously?! You thought looking at Emma and it had to show, but when they all looked at you, you sighed and without any emotion whatsoever said, ‘Yes, I twisted my ankle. In gym. Can you give me a ride home? Please?’

Draken looked at you bizarrely while Mikey lowered his face and cleared his throat into his fist. He knew what Emma was doing. Despite being a little bit childish at times and in general acting like he was carefree and oblivious, he knew about Emma’s feelings for his friend, and given how often he let Emma, and you come along, he must have approved of them too.

‘No problem,’ he finally said grinning widely at you before waving you over like a dog, ‘Come on, Y/N-chan. I’ll take you home. Poor baby with a twisted ankle,’ he mocked you as you walked toward him. You knew it was in good nature. Mikey was never purposely mean to you. 

You refused to limp, but you at least had the decency to walk slowly not to completely out Emma’s lie. Seriously, you were beginning to question just how good this friendship was to you.

You sighed and got behind the blond as he passed you his spare helmet. It wasn’t the first time you rode with him. After all, Emma took every opportunity she could get to be close to Draken, and because you so often tagged along you had to get somehow home too. Still, to say you were used to the feeling would be a total lie. You still felt nervous and knew everyone with a pair of eyes could see it.

‘Ah, my bad, I should have picked you up, huh?’ he turned around and grinned at you, clearly enjoying this too much, so you repaid him by putting your arms around his middle and squeezing, hard.

He let out a small, startled noise, but you knew that was mostly for your benefit. No way, you actually hurt the invincible Mikey after all. At times it was easy to deal with Mikey. You knew him for as long as Emma, and since he often went on board with Emma’s little attempts to get closer to Draken, you had something like an understanding between you two. Also, his bratty personality helped you forget you were about to once again ride on his beloved death trap.

‘Hey, wouldn’t it make more sense if Y/L/N went with me? Aren’t you heading home, Mikey?’ asked Draken suddenly causing the rest of you to freeze because, after all, he wasn’t wrong. It made very little sense for Mikey to drive you and then go home afterward.

‘Uhmm, but I’m…cooking for Mikey-kun,’ you said quickly surprising everyone including you because cooking?!

‘Right, you still owe me for beating up that punk who made you cry,’ he said sounding quite delighted while you were left puzzled about what he meant. You didn’t really think anyone made you cry recently. Distantly, you recalled he punched someone for your benefit like four years ago, but the details were hazy.

However, the answer seemed to satisfy Draken, who didn’t say anything else just wished his leader and you farewell.  

Mentally, you rolled your eyes at how excited Emma looked while holding onto him, but you still offered her a smile and a wave.

‘Yare yare,’ said Mikey and shook his head while starting this bike, ‘Could she be any more desperate?’

Taking your role as Emma’s best friend seriously, you pinched his arm, ‘Hey, that’s my best friend you’re talking about.’

He made a little distressed noise which again had to only be for your benefit, but you still appreciated it. The ride was mostly silent and fast, but not dangerously so. Maybe you were getting used to it though because unlike other times when you were holding onto the blond for dear life, now you were falling into your thoughts thinking about what happened after class and in general about how invisible you felt at times.

It wasn’t even that you lacked strangers noticing you really. It was that you lacked that one person who would.

Even if Emma didn’t care for the attention, Draken seemed to be playing hard to get. You knew the tall blond liked her. It was painfully obvious; they would be one of those couples who would marry soon after her graduation and first among their friends to have kids.

However, when you tried to picture yourself in the future you couldn’t imagine ever having someone to come home to, spend time with, or have a family. You wanted to, but you couldn’t really see it happening. Guys didn’t really pay attention to you whether you were with Emma or not. You couldn’t really tell why it was, but it always felt like you had to try hard and put yourself really out there to even be noticed, and even then, it felt like more often than not people didn’t even care about what you had to say. Apart from Emma, you always felt like you said the wrong thing or annoyed people when you spoke. You couldn’t explain it, but it just felt like that.

Your thoughts came to a halt as Mikey stopped at a red light. You were too busy daydreaming or maybe he finally took your complaints to heart and drove slower, but the ride felt strangely nice and relaxing. Almost like you were sightseeing or on a nice ride around town to kill time.

While you waited for the light to go green, you noticed a few high school girls looking in your direction.

It made you feel self-conscious and try to shrink into yourself before you realized they couldn’t see you looking at them with the helmet on. Were they staring at Mikey? It wouldn’t be anything new since whenever someone noticed he was wearing his gang uniform they stared a lot. But the Toman’s kanji on his back was hidden by your body while you were holding him. Sure, even if you could never admit it out loud, Mikey was a really handsome guy, so it made sense if they were eyeing him, but he was wearing a helmet too, so they couldn’t see his face.

It’s not like they're romanticizing us and think we’re a cute couple on a ride through town, right?You asked yourself. Surely, not. Why would they even think that?

You glanced ahead. You were pressed against Mikey’s back quite a lot, and you were holding him really tightly, but that was only because it was safer that way.

You felt your face heat up even if you told yourself you were being silly for making up stuff like that. 

Ridiculous. 

Anyone thinking you and Mikey were a couple was being ridiculous.

Still, having the day you had and facing the insecurities that haunted you for so long it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to know someone could think you would be worthy of someone like Mikey. Of anyone really.

Finally, the light turned green, and the bike came to life again and moved away from those girls. Unfortunately, you couldn’t escape your thoughts. You felt stupidly proud at the idea someone might envy you even if there really wasn’t anything to envy in the first place. You and Mikey weren’t dating. You were barely friends. You were mostly friendly because of Emma and maybe mutual respect?

‘Hey,’ you heard him call out when he slowed down a bit, ‘Any tighter and I’ll think you like me.’

You let out a startled noise from the back of your throat and immediately eased up on your hold. Seriously, you didn’t even really start to hold him so tight.

You felt him pat your palm though and laugh, It’s fine. Relax.’ Easy for him to say.

By the time, he got you home, you did your best to chase all the unnecessary thoughts out of your mind. You were already struggling thinking you were destined to be alone, gaining an unrequited crush on your best friend’s brother would do you absolutely no good.

You got off the bike stumbling a bit because of course you did, but Mikey easily snatched your elbow somewhat helping you find your balance, ‘Thanks!’

He nodded and let you go also getting off the bike, ‘So will you make me some taiyaki?’

You weren’t surprised he actually wanted food. If there was one thing you knew about the blond apart from how protective he was of his sister and how he could take down anyone who challenged him then it was that he was always hungry. Most of the time for taiyaki.

You sighed. You didn’t want to bring him down, but you knew better than to promise something that you couldn’t really deliver on. You had never made taiyaki before, and overall you weren’t the best cook around.

‘I’ve never made it before. But I can make dinner if you like. Nothing extra!' you hurried to add, 'Just something quick?’

‘Man,’ his shoulders and face fell a bit, and his face twisted with a light pout, ‘Mean. And to think I drove you all the way here.’

You were about to tell him off when he started walking toward your home not waiting for your remarks. 

When he was by your door he turned back looking at you with that same bored and calm expression he often had but with the addition of his lazy smile, 'You coming?'

Although his visit was unexpected and new, you still did your best to be a polite host. You kinda thought he would stick around the living room and watch TV or go play something on your computer, but instead, he followed you into the kitchen and glued to a chair facing your back, he watched you work. It was a bit strange and unnerving, but you did your best to ignore it.

When he came to stand beside you, you couldn’t help but think something was on his mind. After all, Manjiro Sano was known to doze off during gang meetings or act like he owned the place wherever he went so sticking to your side seemed oddly too polite from him.

‘Do you really want to change your hair and style?’ he asked after a moment eyeing you.

You glanced at him. His usually cheerful or bored dark eyes carried a more sober almost serious look behind them. It almost made you feel like you were in trouble.

‘Oh, that? That’s just something Emma and I talked about before,’ you said embarrassed at the idea that Mikey or anyone would know about what was bothering you. It sounded stupid, and weird to say it out loud, and you were sure you would get looked at weirdly if anyone knew just like you often did when you said something that felt like the wrong thing to say in the first place.

However, even when you return to cooking, you feel the blond’s eyes on you, ‘Are you…,’ his voice dropped a bit further adding to his oddly and atypically serious appearance, ‘trying to get someone’s attention?’

Your eyes glanced at Mikey, and you were surprised to find him looking at you so dangerously. You couldn’t really explain it any other way. It wasn’t like he was planning to fight you or anything like that, but it was like he was weighing your words and debating on their importance for some reason.

‘Uhm, just in general,’ you found yourself saying before you could stop yourself. Once again you felt hot embarrassment settle across your face in the form of a blush, ‘I’m a pretty invisible person most of the time. Sometimes I wouldn’t mind to be noticed, you know?’ You cringed at how pathetic that sounded and seriously wondered what was wrong with you to talk with Mikey about this. He was more than a little dense. Not by being stupid just too carefree and not fixated on stuff like you to were.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw his back pressed against your counter and he looked ahead, in the opposite direction from you, ‘Well, don’t.’

You properly looked at him again and found him still looking ahead but this time he crossed his arms and pouted again the way he sometimes did which made him look really young, ‘Don’t try to gain anyone else’s attention. I won’t like that if too many people stare at you.’

You blinked and then you blinked again and again as you painfully slowly took his words in, ‘W-what?!’

‘You’re burning the food,’ he said casually and nodded toward the stove in front of you where you really were burning your dinner. You quickly tried to save it somehow by doing a half-decent job although you were still tempted to call it a day and go buy something.

Still, you had more pressing matters at hand. Surely, you didn’t hear him right or you misunderstood him completely. Yet mistake or not your heart was beating far too quickly, and your voice shook when you asked, ‘Mikey-kun,’ you started to whisper, ‘what did you mean by that?’

He took a plate without asking and gave it to you so you could put the food on it, ‘Hm? Oh, that?’

You waited.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ he said, and you were left staring at him and his empty plate. Mechanically, you took it after a moment and put the food on it all the while glancing at the blond boy wondering if he was pulling your leg or something.

He started to eat without you, ‘It’s not the best.’

You forgot about your previous conversation as your face grew hotter from embarrassment again, ‘Then don’t eat it. I’ll get us something else.’

You tried to walk toward him and grab the plate, but he blocked you, ‘Nope, this is fine.’

You frowned a bit feeling even more humiliated, ‘No, it’s not. You just said so yourself.’

‘It’s fine,’ he said and continued to eat. You wanted to be touched, and you were, but a part of you was seriously horrified that you made something bad and had someone, a guest, eat it.

You sat down opposite of Mikey and dug in. It really wasn’t the best. It wasn’t the worst, it just wasn’t overly delicious either, ‘Come on! Drop that face. It’s fine.’

You shook your head, ‘It’s not, but thanks for trying. I haven’t really had much practice, but I’ll do my best to get better and make it up to you next time.’

Mikey’s face inexplicably softened and a cute smile came across it reminding you that all in all, he was a very handsome guy, ‘Really, next time, Y/N-chan? So, it’ll be a weekly date?’

That question knocked the wind out of your lungs and made you choke on your bite a little although that might have been the food itself. It took you a hot minute to actually manage to speak again, ‘D-date?’

Mikey grinned at you like he knew something you didn’t before he continued to eat as if he didn’t say anything at all. You wanted to ask what he meant, but you weren’t sure how, and felt that if you did as he refused to answer, you would feel ridiculous. You started to small talk at least, but not the way strangers were but how two future friends would. It wasn’t as intimate and quick as a heartbeat like it was with Emma, but it was still a nice and cozy chat, so you couldn’t complain.

By the time he finished and prepared to leave you had to tell yourself it was a very strange day. Although maybe not the worst.

You walked Mikey to his bike. It felt like the least you could do. After all, he drove you home, you had no taiyaki for him, and you cooked him mediocre food at best. Although he brushed it off, what he said, didn’t leave your mind throughout the whole time you were together.

‘Thanks for the food, I’ll be holding you up on your promise to get better,’ he said with a semi-pretend serious look that made you chuckle, ‘Yeah, just don’t get your hopes up. It might take a while.’

He turned toward his bike, and you felt a little bit disappointed in yourself. If you were a different more confident person, you would surely ask him about what happened back there.

Suddenly, just as you glanced back at your house you felt Mikey’s hand rest on your waist.

Your eyes widened, and you looked back only to find him in front of you again so close you might as well be hugging, ‘Huh?’

His palm on your waist was warm, but not uncomfortable. He wasn’t being forceful, just present enough that you knew with every thought and cell inside your body that he was touching you there. It sounded silly. You touched him plenty when you held onto him while you rode and yet now it felt different. In those times, it was a necessity to touch each other, now it was a desire.

You couldn’t see his face when he leaned forward but his voice sounded quiet and serious again, ‘It’s fine if you really want to change, Y/N-chan,’ your heart speeded up and your breathing grew louder than his words yet you still heard the rest of what he had to say, ‘Just know that I always pay attention to you. Even as you are now.’

Something soft and damp pressed against your temple, but when your shy self finally gained the courage to look, Mikey was already letting go of you and getting on his bike.

His cheeks were dusted with the lightest shades of pink, but you still noticed it, while he grinned at you, ‘Maybe just your cooking.’

You were still taking it all in so it took you a moment to realize what he meant. Your own face was burning hot as you tried to process what happened, your emotions and make up a good comeback only to stutter, ‘Y-yeah, like…like you can d-do better?’

The blond looked as carefree as ever, ‘Come tomorrow and find out. I’ll ask Emma for pointers.’

‘That’s cheating,’ you replied but still found yourself grinning as well. You couldn’t help it. It seemed that the corners of your mouth had lives of their own.

‘Bye, Y/N-chan,’ he said smiling, so you wished him goodbye as well as a safe trip home and remained standing there for a little longer after the sound of his bike could no longer be heard in the distance.

As you walked home, your hands covered your face, and you couldn’t stop smiling and wondering what the hell just happened all the while your heart was beating with a newfound rhythm of knowing there was someone whose attention belonged to you after all.

Koniec

But due to a schedule change you finished school during rush hour so now here you were waiting for the subway on a station packed with people all hoping to get on the next train.

Depending on the day and wether he stayed for extra training you would do the way home with Bakugo.

Your parents had decided to move to a bigger house at the end of the second year so you were now living a few blocks away from him.

In the beginning you would just be in the same train not talking to each other, you weren't really close with him, but as weeks passed you initiated small talk (which he wasn't always answering to) and even thought you weren't really spending much time together outside of the walk to school or back home you had found comfort in this routine you had established.

But if usually you could share a quiet discussion with him on the almost silent train, today you had found yourself pressed between the people clinging tightly to the bar hoping not to fall. You had lost Bakugo when the doors opened, taken away by the crowd trying to enter the wagon.

As you were focusing on staying upright, the subway came to a stop arriving at the next station. When the doors opened, people trying to come out were pushing you from every side and as small as you were trying to make yourself bags and elbows came smashing you from everywhere.

Suddenly you felt a strong arm sliding around your waist and a hand tugging at your wrist. Without having the time to understand what was happening you got pulled until you had your back against the opposite door.

"You looked like a rag doll over there", you heard a familiar gruff voice whisper next to your ear.

Looking up you found your face inches away from Bakugo's.

"Bakugo!" you jumped at his proximity (it's not like he had much choice, you thought), realizing his hand was still on you.

Looking down at his hand on your wrist you mumbled a thank you but he was already looking away.

The train then jostled, surprising you, as it left the station, making you lose your balance and gripping at the nearest thing to support you, which was.. Bakugo's chest.

"Sorry I-" you didn't get the chance to finish apologizing before you felt his hands on your waist again holding you against the door on your back. At your position you decided to let your hand grab on his school blazer. However, as time passed and you found yourself getting more and more tired, your eyelids and head growing heavier.

As you struggled to keep your eyes open you felt Bakugo's hand shift from your waist to the back of your neck and gently pushing your head to rest on his chest.

You tried pulling yourself back to tell him that he didn't have to bother but he kept his hand there and you felt his breath against your ear as he whispered :

"Just close your eyes idiot, I'll tell you when it's our stop"

So you did and despite your racing heart and hot cheeks you managed to fall into a half-sleep.

Then you felt a tap on your arm pulling you out of sleep and when you lifted your head Bakugo pointed at the line of all the stations showing that the next station was your stop.

You smiled at him sleepily and rubbed your eyes (I dream of a world where I can rub my eyes without smudging my makeup everywhere pls let me dream) preparing to finally exit the train.

When it came to a stop, his hand had grabbed your wrist again to prevent you from falling, you slipped your hand in his to not lose him again in the crowd of people moving. You felt his hand tense for a second, then relaxing and gently pulling at yours to guide you through the crowd.

You finally both got out of the station and were walking home in a comforting silence and throwing glances at him for you, thinking of his actions in the train. You were far from the short answer and frowning face of the first one sided conversation you had shared.

You lifted your head to look at the ash blond next to you, stopping in front of your house as you faced him while played with your hands.

"So.. I guess I'll see you tomorrow" you said awkwardly, feeling suddenly shy under his gaze.

He eyed you with a frown "Like every morning... what are you on about ??". At your silence he lifted his hand in goodbye and started walking when you suddenly called his name.

Before he got the chance to fully turn back to you, you mumbled a thank you before kissing his cheek and rushing inside of your house without even saying goodbye.

And while you were breathing hard against your door beating yourself up for the stunt you just pulled.

A certain boy was still standing in front of your house hand on his cheek, ears pinks and his heart beating faster than usual…

soo.. i don’t know if i like it. I wrote this at 2 in the morning and just finished it because I fell asleep writing about the reader falling asleep 😐

Still dazed and confused young Bakugo didn't understand what the voices around him were saying. The warmth from before now gone and replaced by a cooler touch as he was put into someone else's hold, huddling him close to their chest.

Usually he would push anyone away who tried to coddle him but in this moment he found comfort in the feeling. The sweet smell of citrus putting his thought and feelings at ease. He felt the person holding him start to move, walking somewhere less noisy.

Once they got to a more secluded area, young Bakugo lifted his off head off the strangers chest. Slowly turning his head to look up, he saw the person gazing at him with a soft look in their eyes.

"Hey sweetie are you okay?"

He was star stuck, the stranger holding him looked exactly like the girl from the playground. The same girl that played at the same times he did, said "hi" to him every time she ran into him, and shared her toys when she noticed him looking in her direction.

It looked exactly like her just older and more mature, but he could recognize those eyes anywhere. The same sparkle as she looked at him and the same way they softened when they shared small conversations on the playground.

Young Bakugo was stuck in a daze as he stared, taking in her new features. He didn't hear her talking to him trying to get his attention.

'Maybe he's still in shock from the incident' you thought as you stared down at the young boy in your arms.

Not getting any answer from him and not knowing if he had a parent or guardian you could take him to, you decided to keep him with you just incase someone did come looking for him, and he couldn't seem to stop staring at you.

Your husband was on patrol when he found the boy, you just happened to be in the area as you were in route to pick up your daughter from daycare. Still holding on to the boy you started walking again, trying to make conversation. It wasn't until the happy daycare came into view did young Bakugo snap out of his trance and realize he was in new surroundings.

Wiggling out of your arms he plopped his feet on the ground looking around the area as he heard footsteps and little voices making noise. You held his hand so he wouldn't get lost in the crowd of parents and went to get your daughter.

Walking straight to your kid young Bakugo noticed right away the small girl crawling on the floor. A mix of your and your husbands features, your hair color and his ruby red eyes but the same softness you carried in yours.

It wasn't until you picked up your baby did you look at the young boy next to use and realize they looked like they could be related. Actually, the young boy looked like he could be directly related to your husband.

Not related, but exactly like your husband when he was younger.

The same spike blonde hair, the ruby red eyes that held a certain sharpness to them, and the harsh expression he would have on his features.

"Excuse me, but what's your name honey?" you asked him in a sweet tone.

"I'm Bakugo Katsuki!"

You must've been hallucinating, because no way did the small boy who looked exactly like your husband just say his name was Bakugo. Before you started overthinking you decided to get both your baby and this boy home before anything else.

When you got home you put your daughter down in her play pen and asked "Bakugo" to keep an eye on her while you made food for everyone.

Young Bakugo couldn't help but look around your home as he sat with the baby. He saw pictures of what looked to be you and a guy who looked like him but older, they varied in age from teens to adults, and different scenes with the two of you together, the biggest one showed you getting married. He was in awe at everything around him.

His attention turned to the baby next to him, babbling away as she looked up at him. Even if he didn't care for babies and thought they were icky little creatures he thought this one was adorable. Talking in baby speech and holding on to his finger in one hand and shaking a toy in the other.

It wasn't until a loud bang coming from the front door and someone yelling "im home!" did he snap his attention away from the kid next to him.

Coming into his view was a man with the same sharp red eyes and spiky blonde hair as him in a black and orange hero uniform.

"Hey pipsqueak daddies home-" Bakugo froze.

Both Bakugos froze as they stared at eachother, taking in the other's appearance. Everything was starting to click in the young boys head.

The sound of the explosion and the warm hands when he was saved, the lady who looked exactly like the sweet girl he knew, the baby that had similar features to him, and the big wedding photo.

Oh my god, he was staring at his adult self and playing with his future kid, while his future wife is busy in the kitchen. His poor brain was on overdrive.

Bakugo couldn't believe what he was looking at, his kid self sitting in his living room. He thought it was all a dream when this exact situation happened to him when he was younger, but here he is this time the adult in the situation.

You came around the corner and saw both boys frozen in front of each other. You went up to your husband, a comforting hand on his should as you asked him if he knew what was happening. He slowly turned to you, his expression softening as he locked eyes with you. "I know I sound like a nut case but I swear I'm telling the truth." he said to you after he explained the whole situation.

You trusted him, how can you not when you're staring at the past embodiment of your husband. "You're still as cute as you were before." you told Bakugo with a wink. He just rolled his eyes before kissing you on the cheek.

Young Bakugo couldn't help but look away after witnessing that his whole face heating up. You couldn't help but giggle seeing young him get shy from the act of affection.

"How will he get home?" you questioned your husband, concerned about his younger self. "A couple more hours and he'll get sent back to his time." Bakugo replied as he watched younger him play with his future daughter.

It was a couple minutes before the predicted time when young Bakugo would go back to where he came from, he was getting sleepy his eyes slowly blinking as he tried to stay away. You gave him a small kiss on his cheek and wished him well in growing up. Your husband grumbling to you that your his wife and younger him will have his own time with you when he goes back, slightly jealous you were giving little him more attention than current him. The last thing little Bakugo saw before he fell asleep was you smiling down at him.

Young Bakugo woke up, dazed and confused as he slowly sat up. Remembering his dream about having a future with you.

"Hey are you okay?"

The same voice questioned as he turned and saw young you sitting next to him.

~~~

you’re just about to reach for the antiseptic when katsuki swats your hand away, his scowl as fierce as ever.

"what do you think you’re doing?" his voice has that familiar gruffness, but there’s an edge of concern laced in there if you listen close enough.

“I’m handling it,” you reply, already dabbing at a cut on your arm.

“like hell you are,” he grumbles, snatching the wipe from your hand. "let me do it."

before you can argue, he crouches in front of you, wiping the blood off your skin with surprising gentleness. despite the scowl etched on his face, his touch is careful, almost delicate.

it’s in these quiet moments that you can feel how much he cares—hidden behind his bark and explosive temper.

“you were reckless out there,” he mutters, focusing on cleaning a particularly nasty scrape on your shoulder. “could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

you raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “I wasn’t the only one being reckless, katsuki.”

he grunts but doesn’t argue, dabbing at your wound a little harder than necessary, though it’s clear he’s holding back. "I had it handled."

you can’t help but chuckle softly. “sure you did.”

his eyes flick up to meet yours, the intensity softening for just a moment. “you’re always getting yourself into stupid situations.”

you’re about to fire back when you notice the cut above his eyebrow, blood dripping down the side of his face. “look who’s talking. you’re bleeding too.”

katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’m fine. just stay still so I can finish this.”

but even as he speaks, you catch the way his fingers linger a little longer on your skin, a rare moment of tenderness slipping through the cracks in his usual rough demeanor.

he’s trying to act tough—he always does—but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you that tells you more than his words ever could.

“let me help you now,” you insist, reaching for the first-aid kit once he’s done bandaging your arm.

“I don’t need it,” he snaps, but you’re already gently wiping the blood from his forehead.

“katsuki,” you say quietly, using his full name instead of the usual playful jabs. his eyes widen just a bit at the sound, and for a second, he doesn’t protest.

you’re close enough now to feel his breath hitch ever so slightly as your fingers brush his cheek, and you can see the way his scowl softens, if only for a moment.

you patch him up in silence, your movements careful as you tend to his wounds. he grumbles under his breath, but there’s no real fire behind his words.

when you’re done, you give his cheek a light pat, a teasing smile on your lips. “all patched up. see? not so bad.”

he huffs, leaning back into the couch. "you’re still a pain in the ass."

you chuckle, sinking down beside him, letting the comfortable silence settle in. but then, he surprises you.

“y/n,” he murmurs, his voice quieter than usual.

you turn to him, the use of your name catching you off guard. he’s still looking straight ahead, his eyes focused on nothing in particular, but there’s a softness in his tone that’s undeniable.

“I’m serious. you need to stop getting hurt like this.”

for a second, you’re speechless. katsuki isn’t the type to say things so openly, and while his words are gruff as always, you can hear the worry threaded between them.

“I’m a pro hero, katsuki,” you say softly. “it’s part of the job.”

he turns to look at you then, his red eyes meeting yours with a rare, intense sincerity. “yeah, well... you’re my wife, too.”

the words hang in the air for a moment, heavy with the weight of everything he’s not saying out loud. and in that moment, you feel the full force of his love—unspoken, but always there.

you smile softly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I know.”

he doesn’t say anything after that, just wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

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