(When Bakugo speaks and it’s italics it means he’s speaking in English and when you speak in italics it means you’re speaking Japanese.)
Everybody keeps wanting more of Bakugo and his Foreign GF with their language barrier so here:
When Bakugo first met you all those years ago it didn’t click immediately you couldn’t speak Japanese, all you did was understand a few phrases.
You both were doing Hero work in America and you never really spoke, just giving everybody smiles, waves, and nods, and so he thought you were mute for a moment.
“Do you speak or something? Why don’t you talk?”
When you gave him a confused look he kept yelling until you covered his mouth and typed: “I barely speak Japanese. Sorry.”
Being so naive if you knew him you wouldn’t have dared put your hand to his mouth, but surprisingly enough he didn’t mind it, he did grab your wrist after though. Which is why he took your phone and stored his number in there stating if you want to speak to him (Because of course you would he’s Bakugo the future #5 hero in Japan) then text him.
Eventually he started to approach you more, forgetting you can’t speak his language so he either points or texts you.
He was only in the States for a few more days, but he managed to make some progress getting to know you even with the difficulties behind it.
He did however managed to learn a couple new words for you.
He smacks his face and points across the street to a restaurant, “Food.”
“Oh!” You giggle at his accent, “Yes we can go to the restaurant.”
“Rest…taurant…tcht…..stupid.”
Bakugo became a decent learner, English was hard as hell to work on so most of it was broken, but when he got back to Japan you both had study lessons together through FaceTime and the few times a year when you visit.
He taught you Japanese and you taught him English.
Years later when you finally came to visit is when he decided to ask you out.
“Girlfriend….my girlfriend….or date —- I sound so fucking stupid trying to ask you out—whatever.”
“Are you …asking me out?”
The blondie was impressed by how fast you learned, seeing that you still struggled with verbs. Which he definitely clowned you for, but you didn’t have a clue about it.
He scoffs and nods reluctantly , somewhat jealous you don’t have too many complications with Japanese as much as he thought anymore.
You felt your cheeks get warm, it’s not like you didn’t expect it, considering how much touchier he’s gotten towards you since you got there and even during texting he throws in a few flirts and compliments, he wasn’t a bad guy what so ever so often course you say yes.
“How about 7pm tonight after class?”
“That’s my job to say the time!”
“Yeaaaahhh I still don’t understand what you said, but Immma assume from context you’re upset.”
He just blinks at you with a frustrated look, and his mouth in a straight line, only hearing the words, “Upset” and “What you said” being translated in his brain, when you speak english you sound like a sim.
The thing about you not understanding Japanese completely is that there were so many times through out the date he would compliment you and say some of the most sweetest things that he knew you wouldn’t understand.
“You look stunning in that dress.”
“Your smile is gorgeous.”
“All I understood was smile. You want me to smile more?”
He managed to get away with a lot. And so did you.
The first date you both had went more than perfect, it was cute because there was still moments where you and him managed to practice different words to each other. He spoke in broken English to show you how to eat Pho and you spoke Japanese to order your own food.
He was a bit proud to say the least.
When the date had to come to its sad close he walked you back to your hotel, you wanted to invite him back, seeing as you clearly felt a connection from him not just as a friend, but maybe more however you didn’t want him to think you were easy.
Not that he would’ve thought so anyways he was hoping you would invite him back.
Bakugo looked at you expectantly when you unlocked your door, almost as if he was waiting to hear something he probably wouldn’t even comprehend. Instead though you give him something better first when you place your lips on his, “That is what you call a kiss.”
“Kiss.” He repeats, accent still thick and raspy, his hand rubbing your waist, your body being ever pled by his natural warmth, “Kiss…me…more.”
Giggling you do so, which did indeed lead to you inviting him back to your room for learning more about these kisses he loves so damn much now.
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