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SHORT N’ SWEET a drabble

gn!reader x various

thinking about big tall guys who love having a petite partner.

he loves to just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. there’s no rhyme or reason, he just loves walking around with you flailing on his shoulder until you eventually give in.

he actually just loves to pick you up in general! whether it’s sitting you on the counter, giving you a piggy back ride, throwing you on the bed, or doing the princess spin™, he loves it!

he loves to tease when you try to give him a kiss, but no matter how much you stand on your tippy toes, you can’t reach. he then chuckles before bending nearly in half just to give you a kiss.

and when you’re together in public? he’s always making sure he has his hand on you in some way. you’re just too little, he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowd!

he loves to put his hand over yours and compare hand sizes in his head. it makes him feel so giddy and makes him see you as even more adorable.

bear hugs are his favorite! his body almost swallows you up, and he loves every second of it! he thinks you’re so cute, head tucked against his chest and whining about how he’s squeezing you to death.

he often teases you about not being able to reach the kitchen cabinets, as well. one second you’re halfway climbing the counter trying to grab something and the next he’s padding up behind you to grab whatever it is you need. he hands it to you and walks away like it was no big deal while you huff. (he finds you even cuter when you do that.) he also does this when you’re grocery shopping.

he can’t help how cute you are, so little when compared to him!

| thinking of kirishima, fatgum, all might, bakugou (mha), reiner, jean, erwin (aot), nanami, gojo (jjk), jason, dick, wally (dc), alex, sam (sdv), rengoku, tengen (kny) + your favs!

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— random texts with husband aizawa !

DETECTIVES a tensei iida + rooftop squad oneshot

warnings: set during their ua years, mainly told from oboro’s pov (sorry i love him and it shows), fem!reader, oboro being a little genius, “secret” relationship, use of y/n, fluff + crack

for: my tensei loving anon!

note: i lowkirkenuinely hate the way this ended but it’s okay i love tensei

wc: 1.4k

Monday

it started with the way you immediately dropped everything to listen to him.

you were sitting in your usual seat behind oboro and talking to him about the cat he picked up, when tensei iida shushed everyone for class to start. now, before this point, you usually would’ve continued your conversation, just in a whisper instead. you always had to finish the conversation first before you honed in on what you were supposed to be doing that day.

however, this time you immediately shut up. you started to listen intently to what iida had to say. oboro raised a brow. he knew this behavior wasn’t super weird seeing as you had always respected the class rep. but the way you listened and nodded along when nobody else had paid any mind to him? yeah, there was something fishy going on. and with oboro being oboro, he had to get to the bottom of it.

he looked around to see if anybody noticed this weird behavior. he looked to the side to shouta, but he had his head down with no care in the world about iida or even the professor. oboro scratched him off the list.

he then looked towards hizashi, who was doodling on the desk and not paying attention in the slightest, letting out hums of satisfaction at the drawings.

oboro bookmarked this interaction in his mind to hopefully tell them (and nemuri) about what he saw while they weren’t paying attention. (or, in nemuri’s case, a grade above and not in any of their classes.)

-

Tuesday

the next day, you came down with something and weren’t at school. the whole squad was bummed out and lacked their usual enthusiasm. instead of talking when iida quieted everyone, they zoned out. not oboro, though. he watched iida like he could read him like his favorite manga that he always talked about with you, like he was trying his best to figure out what was happening with his best friend.

but that’s when iida’s eyes swept over your empty seat. and oboro swore he saw a small frown and disappointment shine in his eyes.

it was in this moment that oboro knew something was up.

lunch that day was a little less boring than the rest of their classes had been, thanks to nemuri.

“-and that bitch has the audacity to say ‘sorry, kayama’ with the most sickeningly sweet smile like she hadn’t meant to kick my bag!” nemuri huffed, complaining about something her ‘enemy’ did, per usual.

when silence had followed afterwards due to food-filled mouths, oboro let slip what he had been seeing.

“i’m not the only one who has noticed something going on with y/n, right?”

everyone else looked up at him slightly curious.

oboro sighed, “apparently, i am. well, y/n has been actually paying attention to iida recently. part of me thought that it was weird but i brushed it off because she had always respected him. but! i saw iida look almost sad that y/n wasn’t here today…”

nemuri’s eyes went wide, “no way! what if she has a crush on iida?” nemuri fake-fainted on oboro, “oh tensei, my love!” she stroked oboro’s chin with a laugh.

oboro chuckled with a slight flush before hizashi said, “we HAVE to get to the bottom of this!” he fist pumped.

“or we could leave it alone. it is her business,” shouta deadpanned, even though he secretly wanted to know.

everyone promptly ignored him and proceeded to make a plan to keep a watch on them. shouta could only sigh.

-

Wednesday

you reappeared in your seat the next morning, and oboro and hizashi could have cheered upon seeing you. they were stopped, though, when they saw iida standing by your desk with a smile.

“are you feeing any better?” iida asked, same kind tone with the same kind smile.

“yes, i am! thanks for the soup, tensei. it meant a lot that you would bring me some. how could i ever repay you?” you responded with a grin of your own.

oboro and hizashi looked at each other with a comical wide-eyed-and-wide-mouth look.

“first name?” hizashi whisper yelled.

they heard iida laugh and say, “it’s really no problem. there’s no need to repay me, i just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“what are you two doing?” shouta said from behind them causing them to jump four feet into the air. the two only laughed before dragging their feet (and shouta) to their seats.

they expected your usual greeting when they sat down, just to get nothing besides you talking to iida still. iida was now sitting in the desk beside you while talking, even though his actual desk was towards the front.

the three glanced at each other. they would have to let nemuri know what happened.

-

Friday

the day had come and gone, meaning that it was time to leave. everyone began packing their stuff up while talking excitedly about their plans for the weekend.

hizashi was just talking about having a sleepover when he looked over at you. you weren’t packing up. instead, you were listening to what hizashi was saying and getting your pens out.

“why aren’t you packing up, y/n? it’s time to go!” hizashi all but shouted.

you looked up at that, “oh! iida offered to tutor me in english, so we’re staying after for a little while. don’t wait up for me,” you grinned.

the three glanced at you, looking shocked (even shouta had an eyebrow raised). “on a friday?” oboro raised a brow. they began to walk out of the class.

sure enough, iida came over and sat in the seat beside you, pulling out an english textbook and a pen.

they met up with nemuri, informing her of what happened on the walk home.

“-and she had, like, this huge grin on her face! it was one of those smiles that could only show up on someone’s face when they just had the best day of their life!” oboro stated comically.

nemuri listened intently, nodding along like she was forming a thought.

“my guess is,” nemuri started, “that they’re already dating and we just don’t know it yet.”

oboro and hizashi stopped in their tracks, looking at nemuri like she’d grown a second head. shouta simply tilted his head either in concern or curiosity. who knows?

“what do you mean ‘already dating?’” hizashi ran his hands down his face.

oboro’s face then lit up like a light bulb, “oh! nemuri, you’re a genius! that makes so much sense,” he nodded excitedly like the golden retriever he is.

nemuri smirked and pointed towards herself, “thanks, i know.”

-

Thursday, next week

their next course of action was getting actual proof that you two were dating. however, this was easier said than done.

you had skipped lunch and stayed after school, letting out excuses all week that somehow included iida.

today, they were ready. today, they were determined.

when you told them that iida was once again tutoring you and not to wait for you, they did that very thing. they waited outside, hiding in the bushes as inconspicuous as possible.

an hour passed, and they were still there. shouta was currently asleep against hizashi’s shoulder. nemuri was getting antsy and wouldn’t stop complaining (“can we just leave already?”). hizashi nodded along with nemuri every time she complained. oboro, however, was determined to see this through.

another thirty minutes had passed before they saw the doors opening. hizashi jumped at the sound, shoulders raising and waking up shouta in the process. nemuri and oboro smiled.

however, iida exited alone. the group frowned.

iida walked a few steps before stopping. he looked almost as if he was waiting for something. for someone. that was until you came skipping out a few minutes later. they couldn’t hear the interaction, but they could tell that you were profusely apologizing while iida was shaking his head almost endearingly. he said something, before grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. he kissed you on the temple, starting to walk. he pulled you along with him and smiled at your red face. they watched as your figures retreated, holding hands and talk animatedly.

for a few moments, the only things that could be heard were silence, their own shocked breaths, and the slight sound of birds chirping. their faces were utterly flabbergasted. nemuri and oboro smiled with an ‘i told you so’ look with wide eyes, hizashi had his hands on top of his head with his mouth so wide he could fit his fist in it, and shouta was expressing the most shock anyone had ever seen from him.

you were dating tensei iida. and they would’ve never known if it weren’t for oboro.

WISH YOU WERE HERE

extra: fuckass presentation michael 🚬

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and the world will know! (and you will, too!)

- don’t mind the name changes midway through, i was too lazy to redo it💔

- this was originally gonna be a part of chapter one, but i changed the way i wanted to write the story so now it’s an extra chapter🫩

- i fear this story is so self indulgent i love being silly and i love aizawa

- consider this a late birthday post for aizawa, i’ve been drowning in rehearsals for my current show and forgot to make a post

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KIRI WITH A CHUBBY PARTNER a blurb

warnings: slight nsfw, thick thighs save lives, gender neutral

i’m having kirishima brainrot rn and i had the random thought about how he would TOTALLY love to have a chubby partner

i can imagine that he would love the plushness of their skin because of his quirk. this dude is so used to having calloused and hard skin, so when he held them for the first time? oh, he wouldn’t let go.

cuddles are his FAVVVV. his head would be on their chest, kneading their thighs like he was a cat making biscuits, or on their stomach, nuzzling into it like he could melt into their skin.

when they’re feeling slightly insecure, he loves on them so sweetly. think like words of affirmation and gentle kisses in between. he loves you and he thinks they’re perfect, so he won’t ever let them forget that. sometimes, when they say they feel like they’re heavy, he’ll throw them up in the air, over his shoulder, or on his back to prove that they’re perfect for him.

oh, and when he’s going down on them? he LOVES the feeling of their thick thighs wrapped around his head because they were feeling too damn good.

don’t even get me started on the bite marks he would leave on said thighs, too. with that being said, he would bite anywhere they would let him. with his teeth and their body? they were a perfect match in his eyes. basically he loves thighs

I NEED HIM SO BAD OH MY GODDD

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SILENCE. a rooftop trio oneshot

warnings: major character death, grief, blood, the word silence used a billion times, mainly focused on reader’s grief, angst with a little comfort???

silence

was all you heard on that fateful day.

not the paramedics yelling orders. not your teacher shouting at you to get away from the scene. not aizawa’s heavy breathing. not yamada’s stunned gasps. not your own sobs.

silence.

you pinched yourself. this has to be a dream. no, not a dream. a nightmare.

there, right in front of you, was the corpse of your long-time best friend, oboro shirakumo.

you stood still, eyeing his body like he would shoot up and laugh where he sat. like he would say “i got you guys!”. like he would talk about his dream and how he wanted to live to see it happen.

but that never happened. and it won’t.

not now. not ever.

you collapsed. although, you hadn’t realized it until you felt the rocks dig into your knees, blood pouring out of the wounds like blood was pouring out of him. it was painful, but it was the only thing keeping you from the grief that was consuming you.

you started to cry after seeing your scraped hands and knees. you just wanted to pet the kitty, why was that stupid rock there to trip you?

suddenly, you felt someone drop to your side and grab your hands.

“don’t cry, i’ll get you all fixed up!”

you looked up to see a boy with light blue hair and a contagious smile. you couldn’t help but smile too.

“…okay..” you say quietly.

he helped you up, taking you to the closest water fountain to the playground. he gathered some water in his hands and poured it over your cuts. you watched as the wounds stopped bleeding.

“there! good as new!” he gave you a thumbs up, tongue sticking out, “what’s your name?”

you grin, laughing happily, before responding with your name.

“well, my name’s oboro shirakumo! wanna be best friends?”

“yeah! we’ll be best friends forever!”

the second this memory came to the front of your mind, you felt a new wave of sadness hit you. he can’t clean your wounds like that anymore.

more sobs come from your mouth and your whole body shakes in response. you look away, unable to look at the life that was taken from him. from you.

you don’t leave until the teacher rounds everybody up, making everybody go home.

-

silence.

was all you heard at the funeral.

not the speeches that were spoken. not the shirakumo family’s wails from all around you. not your friends’ soft cries. not your own sobs.

silence.

“-a beautiful life that was taken too soon-” was the only part of the speech you could comprehend in this moment.

it was true, the little bit you heard. though, no speech could ever make up for the amount of sorrow you felt.

yamada nudged you, silently telling you it was your turn to speak. mrs shirakumo had asked you to give a speech, seeing as you were his best friend. you walk up to the podium slowly. with shaky hands and an even shakier voice, you started.

“it truly has been an honor to know oboro for as long as i have. now, his heart is definitely bigger than his brain,” you tearily laugh, “but he is still smart. well, emotionally smart, at least.

“he’s caring in a way ive never seen from anyone. one look at someone and he’d know how they felt,” you look towards aizawa and yamada, noticing the nod the latter gives you, “which is why we connected so well, i guess.

“he always knew what was i feeling at any given moment. and he always knew what to do to cheer me up.

“oboro was- no, is- more of a hero than anyone. i think everybody here knows this.

“if everybody in the world could be a little more like oboro, the world would be a beautiful place.”

you look at his picture and at the coffin placed in front of the podium, tears streaming down your face.

“i love you, oboro. thank you for giving me the chance to be in your wonderfully crazy life. best friends forever,” you exhaled shakily, bowing and walking to your seat.

-

silence.

was all you heard on the car ride to tartarus.

not the slight buzzing of the car. not yamada’s foot tapping nervously. not the slight conversation coming from the men on either side of you. not your own heavy breaths.

you’re sandwiched between the two with an uncomfortable sort of quiet that blankets over the entire car after their conversation is done. even the driver feels the tension.

when you arrive, that silence still fills your head.

you can barely make out what officer tsukauchi is saying up until he speaks about kurogiri.

“-turns out, it belonged to a kid you were quite familiar with in your ua days, a young boy who lost his life way too soon while working to save others. we found out that this base quirk is a very close match to oboro shirakumo’s.”

you watch as he speaks in silent horror.

gran torino chimed in, “in other words, kurogiri is a kind of nomu, and there’s a high probability that the base of his quirks was adapted by using oboro shirakumo’s remains.”

“you remember what they used to call us? class a’s four dumbigos. THIS DOESN’T MAKE ANY DAMN SENSE!” he outbursts.

something snaps in you and you let out something that’s between a sob and a scoff, “yeah, i think i’d know if that villain was my best friend.”

-

silence

was all you heard after you saw his face and heard his voice for the first time since he died.

not tsukauchi’s confirmation. not yamada’s murmuring. not aizawa’s quiet cries. not your own sobs.

you put your hands over your ears. it’s not like you could hear anything, anyways. it was all just too overwhelming.

you feel yamada pull you into a tight hug while making aizawa join. you can hear again.

“i-“ you’re cut off by a sob, “he’s- he’s in there…what did they do to him?”

all you could do was cry in anguish at the memory of him. you can feel the two men hold you tighter.

-

silence

was all you heard when kurogiri warped to defend shigaraki, resulting in bakugou killing him.

not the yells of encouragement around you. not aizawa calling for you. not yamada desperately running after oboro…kurogiri? you’ll never truly know what to call him. not your own sobs.

not only did you have to watch your best friend die,

but you had to watch him die twice.

you knees hit the ground, scraping them like the times before. sobs wracked through your body once more.

you should’ve known he would always be the slave for shigaraki and not your best friend. no amount of hoping could’ve changed his outcome.

the thought broke you to your very core.

if you would’ve saved him from the beginning, this grief would have never come about. this still silence would have never filled your ears. your cries for your best friend would have been heard.

instead, you sit on your knees and cry for him. for oboro.

then, when aizawa reaches you and holds you close to him, you cry for him, as well.

when yamada reaches you and puts a shaky hand on your shoulder, you also cry for him.

you can hear again.

your ears are no longer filled with silence.

instead, they’re filled with the slight cries and murmurs of reassurance from the two.

and in that moment,

silence

is not the only thing you can hear.

instead, you can hear your friends’ heartbeats. they’re here, even if he isn’t.

acceptance

is all you feel.

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author’s note:

WILDFLOWERS a katsuki bakugou short series

warnings: part one of a short series, fluff, probably ooc kat but idrc, not proofread at all, tw theatre kid, little shop plug, i played crystal and i miss her sorry

one | two | three - mha m.list

FOR AS LONG AS KATSUKI COULD REMEMBER,

he hated flowers.

he hated them ever since the first time he pushed izuku down into the dirt and he cried about crumbling the poor daisies underneath him.

even then, he thought they were stupid; after all, they’re pretty useless, aren’t they?

that was until he spotted your flower shop. as he stared at the large sign that read “Somewhere That’s Green: Floral Shop”, he realized that this was a new shop replacing his favorite spice store. he felt disgruntled; since when had “Spices Galore” gone out of business? and since when had a stupid flower shop replaced it? he continued to frustratedly stare at that stupid sign until a voice spoke up beside him.

“what, do you think the name’s stupid? or do you want to buy some flowers?”

he moved his glare to the side where you had snuck up.

he thought that he had never been more blessed to see someone as beautiful as you.

there you were, in all of your glory. you held a smile as your brow was raised in a silent question of why he was incessantly and angrily staring at your sign. you held a tub full of a certain type of white flower that he didn’t care to know the name of.

or he hadn’t cared to know before, but after looking at you, he found himself wanting to know.

for the first time in his life, he was speechless.

he would usually make a rude remark filled with curses, but he just couldn’t.

“…i-i would like to buy some flowers,” he said, finding himself stumbling over his words.

your blinding smile grew in delight.

“wonderful! then you came to the right place! follow me!”

he watches as you fumble with your keys to the shop.

“stupid keys, they all look the same!” you mutter under your breath. he let out a breath that sounded close to a laugh. you look up at him and smile.

“glad to know you’re finding my struggle funny,” you roll your eyes and giggle.

once you finally opened the door, you held the door open for him, before flipping the sign to say “Open! Come on in!”. he stood close to the front window and watched as you scrambled to get behind the counter and drop the tub of flowers. suddenly, his interest was piqued.

“what kind of flowers are those?”

“oh! those are gardenias! they stand for hope, purity, and trust! these are usually high in demand for wedding bouquets, so i decided to get a new shipment in!”

he quirked a brow, “flowers have meaning?”

you beam, “of course they do! just like certain colors have meaning!”

there was a silence where katsuki thought about the statement he just heard.

however, you broke this silence by asking, “alright, so what kind of flowers are you looking to buy?”

that question suddenly struck him; what kind of flowers was he looking to buy? he had said it in the heat of the moment, simply wanting to know why he felt so drawn to you but also wanting to hear more of your voice and wanting to see your face.

so, his voice tumbled out with an excuse, “uh, they’re for my ma.”

your face broke out into a smile, “hmm, what’s her favorite color?”

damn it. he also didn’t know her favorite color.

“uhh- pink?”

“ahh! that’s a great choice! why don’t you tell me about her.”

he went on and on as you start reaching for flowers left and right, going so fast he could barely keep up. he watched you delicately assemble each and every pink or purple flower before you asked, “would you like me to wrap it or would you like a vase?”

he blinked, “wrap it, p-please.”

he deadpanned at his stutters and pauses, not completely sure as to why it keeps happening.

“what do the flowers in the bouquet mean?” he found himself suddenly asking, looking as you started to wrap it.

“oh! well the light pink flower right here-” you point your pinky towards it, as to not mess up your handy work, “is a carnation! there are multiple varieties of colors i could’ve used, but the light pink ones stand for maternal love! that’s why i thought it was perfect that her favorite color was pink!” you giggled.

you tilt your head towards another, hands too occupied to point, “these are obviously pink roses, hehe. these are associated with admiration!”

you kept pointing to different ones, explaining each and every one with a chirp. katsuki watched and listened to every single word you said. he never usually found himself willing to listen to people talk for a long time (perks of growing up with izuku), but with you, it was so different. you knew what every flower stood for and explained each with serenity and a smile on your face. your words dripped with honey and your face was like sunshine.

he was captivated.

“alright, i’m all done!” you say as you finish the wrapping job up, “sorry for talking your ear off,” you scratch the back of your neck and avert your eyes.

“don’t apologize. it was interesting, i didn’t even know flowers had meaning,” he said genuinely.

your eyes snap to him and you beam with a flush, “oh! well i’m glad it was! most people don’t listen to me when i talk like that, so im glad you enjoyed it!” your smile further reached your eyes.

he smiled back before reaching for his wallet to pay. the bouquet itself wasn’t all too expensive, which he assumed was because of the fact that your shop was pretty new. so, to counter that, he gave a large tip.

your eyes blew wide when you counted the money, “uh, sir, this is more than what i asked for-”

“keep it. for teaching me something new” he interrupted with a small smile (a change from the scowl he held before entering your shop) before grabbing the bouquet and leaving.

you watched as he left and just stood there for a second.

you smiled as you realized that he was the first customer you ever had from this area. you had spent two weeks making your shop feel like home, getting the smell of spices out of the hardwood floor, and advertising everywhere.

you would never ask it from anyone, but you hoped he would tell more people about your shop. or come back to see you. you wouldn’t mind either option.

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WILDFLOWERS a katsuki bakugou short series

warnings: the same warnings as the first part i fear, mitsuki is here yay

one | two | three | four - mha m.list

within the next week, more newcomers entered your shop and were delighted upon the "vibes" and "aesthetics" of the place. you hoped they would return, as well. everybody who had came by so far seemed to be very kind. you were so grateful for their support and told them to come back any time soon.

you were sweeping up some dirt from the back room's floor, when you heard the jingle of the door. you perked up.

"welcome in! just give me two seconds, please!"

"take your time!" a confident, feminine voice replied.

you swept up the floor quickly and walked up to the counter. the sight shocked you a little; this woman looked just like the man who came into your shop last week. the man who hadn't left your mind since.

you smiled, "hello! how may i help you?"

"ahh, i was wondering if i could get a floral arrangement made for a client of mine," she shared the gesture.

"what's the occasion?"

"well, i'm a fashion designer, and one of my regular clients just had a baby."

you gushed with an 'aww', "how sweet! what was the gender?" you asked, already reaching for flowers.

"a beautiful baby boy!" she smiled.

you thought for a moment, before quickly getting to work. you grabbed a blue hydrangea, telling her that they symbolized celebrating life's biggest moments. you grabbed a few light blue and white ones before telling her about a white flower you had grabbed.

"-and this one is a white peonie! this one is seen as beauty or a fresh start. these are often used in any of my arrangements for baby showers or arrivals, haha. they are the perfect symbol for new life, and they're simply beautiful!"

the woman smiled as you talked her ear off. katsuki was right; you were amazing. okay, he hadn't actually said that, but she could tell he thought it. she could tell from the pink in his cheeks when he told her where he got the flowers from. she could tell from the way he described you: "stupid flower shop, with a stupid owner" (that always meant endearment when he came to him). she could always tell.

as you kept working, the woman spoke, "you know, my son, katsuki, came here about a week ago. gave me some flowers and went on yapping about you and your shop."

you perked up at that, looking to her with a smile, "yeah, i thought you might be related to him," you giggle, "you two certainly look alike. he told me a lot about you when i was making your arrangement."

"i'm sure he called me 'the hag' about a million times," she rolled her eyes.

you laughed, "that he did. i assumed it was a term of endearment, since he said it with warmth," you finished arranging the flowers and continued, "would you like these wrapped or in a vase?"

"a vase would be nice, thank you."

as you began putting them into the vase, you spoke, "you know, your son was my first customer in this new shop. i couldn't be more grateful since then, more people have showed up here asking for flowers and not spices," you chuckled.

she grinned and pulled out her card when you rang her up, "it could be because he's a hero. his fans might've spotted him leaving or something. or not, i can't never tell with that boy."

you beamed softly. you can tell that while those words would usually be used with a tone of annoyance, she held a more fond one. he definitely gets his personality and looks from his mom. did his dad even participate at all?

once she paid, she told you that she would recommend your shop to her clients and coworkers. you couldn't thank her enough for the offer. she handed you her business card and told you that her name was "mitsuki bakugou". told you to call her any time if you ever needed some fashion advice, mumbling something afterwards about being good for her son. you nodded and sent her on her merry way.

you figured this wouldn't be the last time you saw the bakugou family.

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