#you find out he’s been staying completely quiet about it when mitsuki texts you and asks when you and katsuki will come for the holidays :(

[seiwas]

everytime i think about ex!bakugo, i get so emotional thinking about how he carries on with his day-to-day like the breakup didn’t happen.

he doesn’t even give himself time to mourn the relationship, to process the loss of you. he throws himself into work, practically drowning in it because he can’t bear staying idle.

you’re everywhere, still—

in the picture frames scattered around his home, in the decorative pieces that each hold their own memory. some of the clothes you returned to him smell like you.

when kirishima asks him how he is, he never answers, always redirecting the subject back to work. deku notices longer bouts of silence during joint patrols, and when he pries, bakugo’s only reply is, “s’not a concern.”

it’s unusual, because bakugo is loud and rough, he barks and barks and barks, but with this, he stays quiet.

[emimothvine]

📂 I love your headcanons so much!!!

Thank <3 I hope you know that every time I see your username it makes me happy. 

TW: Mitsuki is a terrible fucking parent.

Every time Katsuki is forced to come back home for a visit, his mother decides to watch the news instead of her usual soap operas. Her favorite channel is one garnered towards young heroes and hero-hopefuls specifically, and she never fails to turn up the volume when they inevitably start talking shit about her son. He’s been one of their favorite topics ever since the sports festival, and Kamino only made it worse.

They call him unstable, volatile, and dangerous. They suggest that he went with the villains willingly and that he had a hand in All Might’s downfall. They spit poison and hate, claim to fear for the safety of those around him - and in the same breath they shove it under a guise of concern for his mental health. As if they didn’t just waste ten minutes verbally eviscerating his character.

Mitsuki likes to send him blog posts, too. And articles. She texts him links throughout the week, all written by either fake-worried parents or alleged “professionals.” It hurts him, having everything she says about him confirmed through writing. It feels like dozens of tiny needles slowly digging their way through his chest, into his heart.

He still reads all of it. Listens to everything they have to say. He doesn’t know why; he doesn’t want to see this - doesn’t even need to, really. He already knows he’s bad, knows what to expect with every familiar ping of his phone. But for some reason, there’s this thing in his gut, this pull urging him to look, look at that. It tells him to read and to re-read; to hear it all and see it all a hundred times over; to dissect every word.

When he’s home, it’s all she talks about outside of reprimands and strange, bipolar bullshit with his father. His father, who sits silently as she pokes and prods at everything that makes Katsuki bad and wrong; who tells him that she loves him. Wants what’s best for him. His father, who tells the prettiest lies.

(And her husband, too, whom she calls a pushover and a coward. Whom she scolds relentlessly for every mistake and every weakness, and then laughs at when he tries to change. Katsuki isn’t like Masaru. Katsuki won’t change a damn thing for her, no matter the hurt. He isn’t like Masaru, because cruelty is all she’s ever given him, and he refuses to fight for something that isn’t there.)

(No, he won’t seek her kindness or her affection. He doesn’t need something as superficial as his mother’s love to succeed.)

(And yet.)

(And yet he’ll never admit to the bitter ache he feels when he hears her tell Masaru she loves him.)

When Katsuki has the nerve to snap back, to match her loud volume, or (when he’s feeling particularly daring) to raise his voice first, she slaps him. But Katsuki doesn’t care - she smacks him all the time. What really gets under his skin is the question that follows, the “you gonna try to fuck me up like you did that gravity bitch at the festival?” Fuck, does it piss him off.

All of this, every word and hit and passive-aggressive taunt, her way of saying “See? The world agrees with me. You can’t be who you are and still be a hero.”

Katsuki refuses to believe the second part. But the first? Yeah. He’s a piece of shit. Makes sense that the world would hate him. He can’t say he likes himself much either.

...What Katsuki doesn’t realize is that Mitsuki’s sources are a load of bullshit.

That news channel? Filled with misogynists and homophobes and just about every brand of bigot out there. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone that actually takes them seriously - not in this day and age.

The blogs, the articles? She has to spend hours scrounging the internet to find people stupid enough to bash her son. And when she does, the comments are either filled with angry fans of his, or the comment section has been deleted entirely.

Katsuki doesn’t know that after the sports festival, UA went under fire from all directions. Furious parents, angry teenagers, various news outlets. The school was canceled on Twitter, and the hashtag was trending for a solid four weeks before the internet calmed the fuck down.

Then Kamino happened, and All Might fell. That one reporter that questioned Katsuki’s morality got demoted after a petition to have them fired received over a hundred thousand signatures. UA was canceled yet again, and it was even worse this time - because All Might’s fall is big news, and it was inevitable that its reach extended past Japanese borders. The whole world caught wind of All Might’s end, and with it the story of the boy who was stolen from right under the heroes’ noses. The infamous scene from the sports festival spilled across international borders, along with speculation that this was the reason villains targeted Katsuki in the first place.

And the fucking. Backlash. Good lord.

A couple thousand Katsuki stan accounts were created to go along with the dozens he had before, and anti-UA hashtags were trending in France and Russia for at least two days. UA ended up releasing a public apology for their actions at the sports festival and their negligence at the training camp (neither of which are seen by Katsuki, courtesy of his mother).

His classmates make jokes, sometimes, about all his “fans.” But Katsuki thinks they’re just that: jokes. He sees people staring at him on the street, and he assumes their looks come from a place of disgust. He knows that people are intimidated by him, but he doesn’t know that their trepidation goes hand-in-hand with their admiration - he’s powerful, to them, and he’s been through some shit. But he’s still standing tall and proud and unshakeable. He burns so brightly, and he has this air about him that makes you want him to like you, to be impressed by you - and that makes people nervous.

.

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That was way longer than I intended, what the fuck.

tl;dr Katsuki thinks that the public hates him way more than they actually do, and thus does not realize that half of Japan’s population (plus a small percentage of the rest of the world) hardcore stans his oblivious ass.

(He finally starts to figure it out when some douchebag on the train starts heckling him, and he stays quiet because he’s learned by now that lashing out will make it worse.)

(He does not expect an enraged five-year-old girl to show up out of nowhere and kick that motherfucker in the shin.)

(He also does not expect for half the train car to back her up. Loudly.)

(All he can do is stare in blatant astonishment as a crowd of complete strangers rises to his defense; as some random teenagers approach his gaping visage and tell him to ignore that bastard, that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, that his opinion means shit.)

(And Katsuki doesn’t know what this is - if it’s pity, if he should be angry - but it makes his chest burn and his eyes sting and for once, he thinks, it’s okay. Doing nothing and watching in heart-wrenching astonishment - it’s all okay.)

[hatsukeii]

I have another songfic idea and despite the requests in my box I will do this first lmao if I don’t Imma forget tomorrow-

This blog is bnha starved, so let’s go with that:3

Idfc//Soulmate AU! Bakugou x Reader

Word count: 2700+

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: In a world where the name of your soulmate’s quirk is tattooed on your arm when you turn 17, Bakugou got unlucky in the soulmate department.

Despite all his prayers and wishes for the words “Game Over” to appear on his arm, life just didn’t want to go his way.

What’s even worse, is those words ended up on shitty half n’ half’s arm. 

What a way to screw with Bakugou.

He watches as you step out of the school gates, Todoroki’s arm wrapped around your waist. Giving you a tiny wave, he rocks forward and backward, hoping for you to notice him. You glance towards his direction, pursing your lips, before ignoring him and making your way home with your boyfriend. The ash blond’s fake grin falters, shoving his hands down his pockets, head hanging low as he turns around and goes his own way.

He still remembers the moment he realised you weren’t his soulmate. The way his heart dropped when the words on his arm said “Zero Gravity”. His parents were ecstatic, cheering as they celebrated over how their baby boy was growing up, and how he would soon meet the love of his life. What they didn’t know, was that he had already found the one he loved, and it sure as hell wasn’t Uraraka, whose quirk was on his arm. Just that one revelation was enough to make his entire weekend shitty. He definitely did NOT want to be with Uraraka. She was way too bubbly and annoying. Plus, her quirk had a lame name. And she’s way too clingy for his liking. He tried his best to stay optimistic about the situation. Maybe he’ll eventually be able to change his fate if he defied it. Maybe if he was able to make you love him back, the names would change. He racked his brains, searched for answers on every website he could think of, asked on every forum he could find, but still, nothing. He was stuck with Uraraka, and there was nothing he could do but sulk and accept it. That night, he cried himself to sleep, knowing he was never going to get a chance with you. The only person he wanted was snatched away from him and just the thought of being able to win her over was ripped to shreds.

The following Monday back to school was no better. In fact, it was worse. He watched as you excitedly told him about your soulmate, the words “Half Hot Half Cold” imprinted on your skin as you explained how you got it the day before. You were beyond excited, knowing fully well who your soulmate was. The pretty boy of 1-A that all the girls were head over heels for. Thank god you couldn’t tell that the tiny grin plastered on his face and the playful cheering was fake. Those were all just poor attempts to mask all the despair and heartbreak he stored up in his chest. All Bakugou could possibly do was be happy for you. That’s what he should’ve done. However, no matter how hard he tried, it just never worked out. You were always there in the back of his head, lingering around in his mind like an annoying pest that he couldn’t get rid of. Thinking of you became a daily routine. He would stare at you longingly in class, text you every day after school, cry about you every night, and wake up puffy eyed. Waves of depression hit him every single time the sight of you having fun with Todoroki appeared in front of his eyes. He swore that if he heard another person talk about how cute you and Todoroki were together he would punch their face in. People backed away from him whenever he was close to the dual haired boy, not wanting to get on his nerves.

In class, Aizawa started noticing his lack of focus in class. For months, Bakugou had been in a constant state of daydream, staring at you in class as he thought of all the things you two could do if only you were his soulmate. He would spoil you so badly. Take you out on as many dates as he possibly could. Kiss your tears away when you were crying. Pillow fights every weekend. Cuddle you while the two of you watched movies on your bed. Eventually present you with a diamond ring in a tiny velvet box. All those possibilities, flushed right down the drain as he was constantly snapped back to reality by his homeroom teacher every single time, remembering that he was only a best friend to you, nothing more. He wasn’t doing as well in class, and his parents were worried. Since when did their straight A son start flunking English? Mitsuki was anxiety ridden, fearing for her son’s mental state, as she should. Bakugou would rather die than admit he was weak, but at times like these, a motherly hug would be nice. Mitsuki would let her son cry on her lap, instead of sulk on his bed all alone. He may not have told her anything about what was making him seemingly depressed, but all he wanted was some form of emotional support, even if it was from his old hag. Masaru would join in sometimes, giving Bakugou a few pats on the head or ruffling his hair. They didn’t know what had changed his son so drastically, however despite their worries for his academics, they knew that he was not okay, and that it was their job to help him, even if they were in the dark about the situation.

“Bakugou, you’re going home alone again? I thought Kirishima was gonna walk you back!” Mina jogs towards Bakugou, placing and hand on his shoulder and launching herself into the air with a jump. Usually, Bakugou would flick her hand off at the last moment, but instead of doing that, he remains stoic, completely ignoring everything around him. “Haaaah? Hello? Earth to Bakugou?” He rolls his eyes, trying not to blast the pinkette’s fingers off as she pokes his cheek, trying to get a reaction out of him as Kaminari and Sero approached the two.

The Bakusquad were quick to catch up on his issue. Kirishima was the first to point out the difference in his now quiet, negative attitude compared to his usually boisterous and aggressive personality. Being the top tier best friend he was, he tried his hardest to get something out of Bakugou. Anything. He soon informed the rest of the gang about it, much to the blond’s annoyance. Since then, they’ve been trying to get Bakugou out of his heartbroken state and back into the rat he usually is. Everyone was worried for him, fearing that this would affect his mental health. They were there for Bakugou since day one, hyping him up whenever he was about to make a move. Cheering him on when he finally asked you out. Encouraging him to continue fighting for you when he was feeling down. They always thought the two of you were meant to be, but they were mistaken, because obviously fate has a cruel way of messing with people. Out of everyone, Kirishima was the most concerned. He had watched his best friend put himself down time and time again, all because of you. He was always there to give him a punch to the back, reminding him that he still had a chance. He was there to listen when Bakugou wanted to vent his issues out. He was his number one wingman, setting the two of you up in secret as an attempt to help Bakugou get with you. When he eventually found out his soulmate was Uraraka, and that yours was Todoroki, he was shocked, to say the least. However he was also frightened. Scared. He was scared that Bakugou would go back to his cold self. He was scared that the friendship he had bonded with you would break. He was scared his best bro’s heart would be shattered. Despite his efforts to cheer him up, the blond was not improving. The fiery, determined flares in his crimson irises were gone, replaced by a dull, hopeless maroon. 

“Don’t be so down in the dumps about the whole soulmate thing Bakubro! Maybe you’ll eventually move on!” Oh, what a big mistake Kaminari just made. The icy glare sent his way is scary enough to kill, piercing through his skull and shaking every single nerve in his body up. “I don’t fucking care at all. Leave me the fuck alone.” This isn’t his usually grumpy attitude, where he’s just irritated. He’s being dead serious, his tone hinting that if they didn’t get away from him right this instant, they were going to get their asses kicked badly. “Guys, maybe we should just leave him alone for now.” The three teens backed away from their moody friend, waving him off before going their separate ways.

Whenever anyone tried to make an effort to understand his frustration, the only answer they would receive was a forced out “I don’t fucking care.” That was the only thing Bakugou would tell people, including you. Oh how oblivious he was, thinking no one saw through the facade he was putting up. If he had to admit he was a weak bitch that cried over some stupid crush, he would kill everyone in the room and then himself if that’s the last thing he does. No way in hell is he letting his strong, tough, intimidating image down. Time after time, he would tell people he didn’t give a fuck about you. That you were just another extra in his life. Just another stepping stone to his inevitable victory. The time you overheard him telling Kirishima you were just another obstacle in the way of his success made your heart shatter into a million pieces. You slowly started to let him go, not wanting to let yourself get hurt anymore by his words. Everyone acted like they fell for his white lies, as if they were dumb enough to not hear the audible hint of pain in his usually shameless voice. He really did all this, just to convince himself to move on from these useless feelings that ate him up from the inside. His usually unfriendly self became extra hostile, shutting out everyone that tried to help him. He was increasingly aggressive with each passing day, letting out all the pent up anger and bitterness onto his classmates. At that point, Midoriya was so scared that he requested for a seat change from Aizawa. Almost nobody dared approach him. Some even begged for him to be excluded from sparring and training, although it was unsuccessful. It was guaranteed, without question, that whoever was going against him was going to be beaten to a pulp, bloodied and battered, burn marks everywhere on their bodies. In some instances, All Might had to step in, and even he suffered a few nasty blasts from the ash blond. Even you were getting irritated by his irrational actions, occasionally calling him out for it, much to his dismay. This was the last thing he wanted. For you to slowly break away all the bonds you two made. For you to take another person’s side, without even thinking about how he felt.

Walking out from his quick shower, he sat on his bed, grabbing his phone and going through your chat again, as if the ‘seen’ at the bottom of the wall of good morning and goodnight texts will magically disappear and replace itself with your replies. Groaning, he throws his phone onto the wall, letting it fall back onto his mattress as he shoves his face into his hands.

Since the time you heard him call you an obstacle, you started to let go of the friendship you had made with the fiery teen. He held a special place in your heart. He was your first, and best friend. You two shared everything during those late night talks you had through FaceTime. If you had to choose between Todoroki or Bakugou, you would save the latter first. The moment you realised Todoroki was your soulmate, you were ecstatic. Your fat crush on the aloof boy was a known thing around 1-A, and the fact that you were lucky enough to get him as your soulmate made all the girls jealous. However, things took a turn when Bakugou started to go back to his cold self. He stopped calling you after school. He stopped walking you home. He stopped trying to keep a conversation with you, only replying with the driest responses he could muster up. You didn’t know what was up with him, but it was annoying you. The one time you were looking to confront him, you overheard his conversation with Kirishima. “She’s just an obstacle.” “A stepping stone to my victory.” “I don’t fucking care about her.” It was as if everything you have done to befriend him was for nothing. He only thought of you as some extra. Nothing more. You were pissed, definitely. He was acting cold, ignoring you, all because he never cared. You made up your mind, and sent him one last text.

“If you didn’t care about me then we should’ve never became friends.”

And with that, the friendship that you two put so close to heart was erased from your life, never to be seen again as you left his side and joined with Todoroki.

This is the last straw for Bakugou. He yells into his hands. Nobody’s home, and even if somebody were in the house, he doesn’t care. He screams until his lungs give out, his voice reducing to a raspy groan after ten whole minutes of screaming. He was mad at himself. He was mad at his fate. Why did it have to take away the best thing that happened to him? Why did you have to land in the hands of Todoroki? Just the thought of it fills him with anger, sparks emitting from his palms as his sight is clouded by red. Scrambling onto his bed, he sends punch after punch towards his pillow, activating his quirk and letting the fabric burn as he continues the assault on the pillow, feathers now flying all around him as he screams, tasting his own tears. He doesn’t care about his pillow being completely demolished. He has extras at home anyways. Throwing the now tattered pillow onto the floor, he grabs a new one and shoves his head into it, sniffling into the cool material. “Why do I feel like this? How can one person ruin everything for me? Why is this happening? What kind of God does this to people? Why do I care anyways?” His eyes widen as he realises what he just confessed to himself. “No. I don’t care. I don’t fucking care at all. I don’t care. Not a shitty single fucking bit.” His heart aches when he says that, as if it’s mocking him for trying too hard to convince himself to believe something that was completely untrue. The ash blond thrashes wildly on his bed out of frustration, kicking his sheets away and muffling his strained screams into the clean pillow. “Stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP! WHY? CAN’T YOU JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD FOR A FUCKING DAY? JUST A FUCKING SECOND? PLEASE?” Pulling his sleeve up, he stares at the words “Zero Gravity” in disgust. Bringing his free hand up, he activates his quirk, sending a scorching burn to the words as he hisses in pain, flinching a little bit. The soul mark is now a shade of pink, but the words are still clear as day. He knows he screwed up bad with you, but what could he do about it? You’re happily dating your soulmate, and all ties between you two have been cut off. All his texts have been left on seen. You have stopped talking to him. With that, Bakugou knew what he had to eventually come to terms to.

He cares. He cares too much. 

All the times he’s said “I don’t fucking care” were just pathetic attempts to forget about the cruel truth, even just for a moment.

You’re never going to go back to him.

Todoroki is your boyfriend.

And he was just another classmate to you.

References:

Idfc- Blackbear

Lyrics to said song

A whole lotta brainstorming because oh my god my angsts are becoming more and more predictable and repetitive and I hate it ahahhaha

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Have fun reading this love ya sorry for not writing anything in days and uh I’m gonna go to sleep now because I have school and I need at least 5 hours:D

[sweets-r-cool]

Siblings

Bakugo & little sister! reader

This is NOT ROMANTIC bc I don’t write incest

In which Bakugo’s little sister is a little bit more than fed up...

Today was normal. Well, as normal as a day in the Bakugo household could get.

In the morning, you woke up to your Mom’s screaming about how you two would be late if you weren’t awake by then. You quickly changed and went to the bathroom you shared with your brother to find him brushing his teeth, muttering his usual, “DIE, GERMS!”

As seemingly weird and maybe negative that was, it was completely normal. Your house was seemingly never quiet, and if it was, then you’d be thrown off your usual calm demeanor. It funny really, your mom and older brother were so loud and aggressive you felt like being more calm was the only way to balance things out.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t speak up for yourself, unlike your poor father...

After you both got ready, you went down for breakfast and then to school.

Katsuki was currently a second year, and you were a first year at UA. Once you reached the gate, Katsuki met with his friends and you met with yours. 

One of them, the blonde one who’s name you were pretty sure was Kaminari, clicked his tongue with a wink set your way.

You shook your head with a slight smile, you spoke up, “I have a boyfriend, dunce face!” you remarked. You were never 100% sure on any of his friends’ real names, but you did know the names Katsuki had for them. 

The poor electric blonde looked hurt, “Bakugo,” he whined, “You told her to call me that?!”

Katsuki smirked, “Hell, no. Even that brat just knows that’s what you are,” he explained, not waiting for any of his friends as they ran after him. Katsuki’s look darkened once he was far enough from you. When did you get a boyfriend?!

He definitely did not give a shit about his little sister’s life, let alone love life. So when something in him felt more fiery than usual, he assumed it was because of Kaminari’s griping. “Shut up, Dunce face, maybe you should focus on studying more, and maybe she’ll learn your name.”

Kaminari’s eyes lit up, “Does that mean you’ll call me by name if I pass the next test?!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, “As if I’d even care to learn you extra’s name,” the ash blond said, sliding into his chair.

~

Later, when Katsuki came home, he went straight to his room to homework. 

He pulled out his materials and a pencil and began, only when he tried writing, his pencil ran out of led. 

Katsuki groaned out of annoyance, pushing his chair out to stomp over to your room. Without knocking, he swung the door open to find your room dark and empty. 

What the fuck? You were always home, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do, Katsuki was sure. You barely even had friends in junior high, what would you be doing right now?

The explosive blond turned and yelled, “Where the fuck is Y/n?!” to his mom.

“Katsuki, don’t talk to me like that, you little shit! Watch your language, and she’s with her boyfriend! Didn’t she tell you?!” Mitsuki yelled back.

Katsuki rolled his eyes again, “Whatever, old hag!” He’d just have to dig around for some spare led.

~

It’d probably been two months that day, and at the moment, Kirishima was hanging out with Katsuki on a Friday, even though the latter ‘just wanted to be left alone and study.’

The two moved downstairs for a while when the front door opened to reveal you, your clothes ruffled and you were out of breath yet you still ran upstairs to your room slamming the door loudly behind you. 

The two shrugged it off, but when you came back downstairs clad in an oversized sweater that covered the short comfy shorts you were wearing underneath heading for the front door again, Katsuki spoke up.

“Where are you going, brat?” he asked, barely caring to look up from what he was doing. 

“Does it matter to you?” you scoffed, attitude embedded in your words like poison.

“Don’t have to be a little bitch about it,” Katsuki responded, this time looking up at you with a scowl.

You scoffed again, “Really, Katsuki? Because I’m pretty sure you’re not the one who’s older brother has never cared before until the one time you didn’t want him to.”

Katsuki’s scowl deepened, “What the fuck is wrong with-”

“Everything,” you interrupted, your voice cracking. Suddenly Katsuki noticed your face was slightly reddened and your eyes watering. “Every-fucking-thing, you asshole. I’m so sick of being compared to you.” Something in you finally cracked.

Kirishima paled slightly, he probably shouldn’t be here right now. He tried speaking up, “H-Hey-” but his voice didn’t make it past the two Bakugo siblings tension, which made both of you only see red.

You continued, “I’m so sick of being consoled, all because I got number two or one wrong on a test, because I’m your little sister. Nothing is good enough for anyone. If I’m not number one they think I’m stupid, that I’m so much less than you are,” your voice cracked once more when a few tears spilled out. “I don’t have a single real friend because they all either think I’m stuck up, like you, or they want to get closer to you.”

Katsuki’s glare was unwavering, “Well, maybe if you’d stop going to your boyfriend’s house so often and studied more, you wouldn’t be number two.”

That was really it.

“Okay, you fucking imbecile. You don’t even know his fucking name. You don’t know the first fucking thing about me,” you scoffed again, “You didn’t even meet him when I asked you to months ago, and that’s not even that bad. I don’t even care about that. You know what does kind of really suck? once I got a B on a quiz and every single fucking person in my class couldn’t take their eyes off me in the worst possible way. They said, ‘Maybe you could ask your brother for help.’ I didn’t look at you, or speak to you once that whole ass week, because I couldn’t bring myself to. You didn’t even mind, and I thought we were supposed to be family.”

You panted slightly in an attempt to catch your breath, “So I just don’t think I have to tell you where I’m going, but it’s not my boyfriend’s house,” you angrily wiped your tears and turned away, “Anyways, it’s my birthday, but thanks for caring.” With that, you opened the door and left before Katsuki got the chance to say anymore.

Katsuki turned back to Kirishima who had a frown on his face as he awkwardly sat where he was.

“It’s not her fucking birthday,” Katsuki scoffed. He knew that...right?

~

Soon enough, the sky began to get darker, both because the sun was going down and it was beginning to rain. Kirishima decided to leave a while ago and you still weren’t home, nor were you answering your phone to Katsuki’s dismay.

Yours and Katsuki’s parents were out of town on business, meaning that you had no fear for Mitsuki whooping you if you stayed at your shitty boyfriend’s house. Katsuki scoffed.

How could you yell at him like that? That was just the way things were for you both, and that was fine, right?

It must’ve been longer than Katsuki thought, because Kirishima sent him a text letting him know he passed by the park. The park he used to spend a hell of a lot of time at as a smaller child. 

The blonde sighed, grabbing two umbrellas, and went out the front door.

...

You really wondered what time it was. You weren’t sure, time sure flew by when you were crying the whole time. The sun was nowhere in sight and it had started to rain.

You slid down further. At the moment, you were kind of really over men. Men weren’t shit. It didn’t matter who they were, or how your relationship with them was, you had your parents and that was about it. 

After all, today you learned your friends-

“Brat.”

You looked to your right, lo and behold there was your asshole brother. “What?” you deadpanned.

“You know today isn’t your birthday, right?” Katsuki retorted.

“Wow, so you do know one thing about me,” you spat with sarcasm. 

He scoffed, motioning for you to move over.

Currently, you were at the park. It was just where your legs brought you, and you ended up hiding yourself away in one of the tubes since all the parents were giving you dirty looks for sobbing your eyes out in front of their children. What were you supposed to do? Save your mental break down for some other time because Timmy was definitely paying attention to you and not shoving sand into every place it shouldn’t be?

“Moron,” Katsuki began, averting his eyes from your clearly still mad ones. It was weird to you, Katsuki didn’t do that. He’d just stare right back, but not today apparently. “You still suck at hiding, you always hide here and it’s stupid. It’s like you want me to find your dumbass.”

You slid even further down, your hair was going crazy with the static electricity. You pouted, “We’re family, I’d have to forgive you at some point. That’s why I said it was my birthday, because if you believed me you’d feel worse.” Katsuki deadpanned at your words. When he did, you decided to keep the part that you thought you could also get some free cookies as a ‘birthday gift’ from him a secret. 

You both sighed at the same time, which made you look at each other weird. 

Katsuki grumbled something under his breath. “What?” you asked, silently telling yourself you were allowed to hit him if it was something mean.

“I guess I’m sorry or whatever,” he rolled his eyes.

You smirked, even if it didn’t sound or look like it, he meant it, “It’s fine, I don’t think I would mind all that much about all of it if I had a better day today. Things just kind of suck sometimes, ya’ know?” you laughed lightly. “I think I might’ve overreacted, just a little bit...”

When Katsuki moved to leave the cramped space that was the tube, you followed after. He shoved an umbrella in your hands and you both began to walk home.

“I guess next time, I can meet your boyfriend or whatever, I’ll try being nice but if he says anything stupid I-” Katsuki began, but you cut him off. 

“It’s fine,” you sighed, “He cheated on me so-”

“What the fuck?! Shitty fucking asshole, I’ll fucking-”

“It’s fine!” you shouted, smiling a little.

“No, it’s fucking not-” Katsuki was basically growling at this point.

“I’m a little bit more sad about my friends, though,” you explained, “I only said yes to him because they told me I should ‘live a little.’ I didn’t actually love him, like he was cool and all, but there are cooler people I see everyday... even if I don’t talk to him all the time.” 

You looked at Katsuki as you walked, his face wasn’t in it’s usual scowl.

“Like Todoroki-senpai for example!” you added, successfully sending Katsuki’s face back to normal, if not more angry.

“Die!” he shouted, pushing you further away from him. 

Your umbrella tilted, as some rain hit you, “Hey, you ass! I’m already cold with my house clothes on, you don’t have to make me colder!”

“You should’ve thought of that before you left, Moron!”

~

On Monday, things began normal. It was when you actually reached school, did you get nervous.

You friend stood in their clique, whispering and pointing at you, and you suddenly realized they were a lot more shallow than you thought.

Katsuki didn’t split off from you like normal today, instead he stayed. His friend walked over to the two of you.

“Yo, Bakugo,” Kaminari chimed, noticing you, “Bakugo’s little sister!”

The pink girl smacked him on the back of the head, “Kaminari, she has a name! It’s Y/n!”

Suddenly, you didn’t feel nervous for the same reason. You felt less nervous about your friends, and more about his. You looked to Katsuki, but his gaze was  trained elsewhere.

“Talk to or about my sister and you’re dead.”

Don’t get Katsuki wrong, he didn’t give a shit about his little sister’s social life, let alone her love life. You were resilient, strong, and could stand up for yourself after all, you were a Bakugo; however, if you were having a hard time, he supposed he might have cared, just a little bit.

[kairi-chan]

Sorry im really bored. Could you give us a glimpse of one your WIPs or next borusara project plz?

Hello, Anon! 

Here’s a super rough summary and two snippets of a long-ass one-shot I’m working on. It’s based on my friend’s sister’s current love life. Well, the start of it, at least. Lol! 

Title: The Bet 

Summary: Sarada knows that she doesn’t need to be in a relationship to be complete. Her best friend doesn’t think so. They make a bet that if Sarada goes on dates, and still doesn’t find the right one, she wins and proves that being single is better and she will never date again. And then she meets Boruto Uzumaki, who apparently has no flaws, and he changes her mind.

Snippet 1, a glimpse of what Sarada is like: 

“Sumire!” Sarada turned around and hugged her friend, side-eyeing the guy who was now walking away, looking frustrated. This gave Sarada a little bit more of a ‘pick me up’, and she continued to hug her friend until she perched on the stool next to her. “What happened? You didn’t answer my texts or calls, and you said this was urgent!” 

“I know, I know!” The girl was all smiles and waved her hands in front of Sarada’s face. “I’m sorry, I got caught in traffic but—oh my god. You won’t believe it, Sarada!” Sumire squealed, holding on to both sides of her cheeks, barely containing her glee. 

That’s when Sarada saw it, a sparkling ring on Sumire’s finger. Her eyes went wide. “Oh no, oh no.” She pulled Sumire’s left hand towards her and there it was: a shiny diamond ring set on a silver band, wrapped around her pretty little ring finger. “You said, yes?” 

“Yes!” Sumire beamed. “Oh, Sarada. I couldn’t believe it.” 

“Neither can I.” Her face twisted. “Sumire, you’ve only known him for what, three months?” 

The girl’s smile melted for a moment, but she quickly put her grin back on. “Yeah, but he’s so nice and I really really like him.” 

“Sweetheart— ” Sarada ordered a drink for Sumire and looked at her pointedly. “This guy has snakes for pets and you don’t even know what he does for a living. It’s sketchy!” 

Sumire smiled sweetly and held on to Sarada’s hand. “I know you’re worried about me, but believe me: Mitsuki’s the one.” 

Sarada swallowed the onslaught of harsh comments along the lines of ‘you can’t marry a man you just met’ lodging in her throat. How could she say those things when her best friend looked at her so sincerely? The spark in Sumire’s eyes was undeniable and it made Sarada sigh in resignation. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.” And she meant that. Sarada placed her other hand on Sumire’s. “But if he breaks your heart, I’m killing him.” 

Sumire giggled and squeezed her hand. “That’s a deal! Oh, I’m so excited. His friends are throwing us an engagement party this weekend! Please, please come.” 

Snippet 2, BoruSara’s first encounter: 

“Sarada, Boruto’s my best friend, and he will be my best man, too,” Mitsuki explained. “Sarada is Sumire’s best friend.” 

Sarada took his hand in hers and gave him one of her business handshakes--nice and firm. “Nice to meet you.” Surprisingly, his handshake was also firm, but not painfully so. 

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, noticing that her hands were empty. 

“Yes, please do,” Mitsuki walked around them, holding on to his fiance. “I’ll be right back. Sarada, please enjoy yourself.” 

This wasn’t what she expected at all. Sumire was already drunk and was going to be put to bed and now Sarada was being endorsed by a  stranger. Despite knowing a few faces in the room, no one looked available enough for her to scurry over to, and maintain a safe distance from anyone else. The blond stood next to her, waiting with a bright smile on his face. “Can be water, or whatever you want, ya know?” 

She rolled her eyes, failing to stop the curve on her lips. “What alcohol do they have?” Sarada asked as she walked over to the kitchen.

His eyes widened a bit, and he fell in step with her, filling the space with easy conversation. Sarada listened as her gaze wandered to the counter, skimming the bottle labels, seeing if there was anything she fancied. Even if there was no work the following day, she had no plans to get plastered but a drink after a long day sounded like a good idea. 

“Whatever you can think of,” Boruto snickered. “Here, what do you feel like? I’ll make you something.” He walked around the counter, standing across her and washing his hands in the sink. Once he dried them off with a towel, he pulled out a pack of ice from the freezer. 

Interesting proposition, she thought and then teased, “I thought you were in sales, I didn’t know you were a bartender, too.” 

He shrugged, a curve on his lips. “Just something I picked up and like to do. Do you want something sweet?” 

“Do I look like someone who likes sweet things?” Sarada crossed her arms across her chest and huffed, pretending to look offended. When Boruto’s eyes widened, achieving the desired reaction Sarada wanted to illicit, she smirked. “I love sweets. I’ll have whatever you recommend, as long as it’s tequila-based.” 

With a sigh of relief and a bright grin on his face, he took the bottle of tequila and a cup. “Yes, ma’am. Right away.” 

... 

This will probably take me a little longer to write, as I need to get more inspiration from my friend’s older sister, and currently, she has been quiet about the topic. Lol. I also have a lot more WIPs that I’m working on, but The Bet was something I want to write with a little more quality versus my other fics and challenge myself to write it a little nicer. ^^; 

Thanks for asking, and I hope this helps ease your boredom, anon! I’m lazy to format it with the italics. LOL. You’ll just have to wait and see it once it’s posted! 

I hope you’ve all been staying indoors and staying healthy! 

All my love,

Kairi 

[cutesuki--bakugou]

SODA-pressing

Pairing: Bakugou x Koge (OC) (Pre-Relationship)

Koge’s Tag

Rating: Teen, for cursing

Word Count: 2,691

“Ah, Koge! What a surprise! I didn’t know you were back already. Katsuki said you were moving back here for High School, but he never told me when.”

Koge gave a small nod to the woman she basically considered to be her second mother, feeling a bit of nervous nausea bubble about in her stomach. Mitsuki hadn’t changed at all, the wide and welcoming smile on her face reminding Koge of her childhood years before she had left this street to go live with her mother. “Hello, I’m sorry for just dropping by. I just finished moving my stuff back into my Dad’s house, and I just couldn’t resist coming over. I probably should have texted Katsuki first.” Mitsuki waved her hand dismissively in the air, one hand on her hip. “Nonsense! That brat will be happy you’re here. You wouldn’t believe how much he whined when you originally moved, he sometimes still complains about it!”

Feeling a bit of heat rush to her cheeks, Koge was about to respond when Mitsuki suddenly yelled up the stairs, startling her a bit. “Katsuki!!” Silence followed the boom of her voice, making Koge shuffle nervously in her spot as she waited. Mitsuki called again, louder this time, finally gaining a just as loud response.

“What do you want?! I’m trying to fucking study, can’t I get a second of peace?!”

Mitsuki clicked her tongue, both hands on her hips now as she glared up at the staircase. “Don’t you talk to me that way, Katsuki! Get your ass down here right now!” Koge could only imagine the anger on his face, nibbling on the inside of her cheek to try and keep herself from giggling. She didn’t always approve of the way Bakugou and his mother interacted, but there was little to nothing that could be done about it, at least from her. The house being blown up was something she had seen quite a few times, along with furniture being destroyed and the like. Still, she got along well with Mitsuki, just as she got along with her hot headed son.

After the sound of a door slamming against the wall, Bakugou could be seen making his way down the stairs, stomping so hard Koge thought his feet would go right through them. “Do you have fucking bugs in your ears, you hag! I said I was fucking studying!” His glare was locked on his mother, not even bothering to look at the open door or who stood just outside it. Mitsuki didn’t falter, though she did point a finger at the silently waiting Koge. “I don’t care! I told you to come down here for a reason! You have company!”

Growling, Bakugou ignored her pointing, leaning over the stairway railing. “Tell them to go away! I’m studying for the UA exams and for regular shitty tests!”

“Katsuki?”

Both yelling blondes were a bit shocked at the sudden soft voice, their attention instantly pulled to Koge. Her cheeks flushed at the sudden attention, glancing between the two as Bakugou started to make his way down the stairs. “Eh? Koge?” His use of her first name brought a smile to her lips, watching as he hopped down the last few steps and made his way towards the door. “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were back already.”

Koge shifted nervously in the doorway, glancing between Bakugou and his mother. The urge to just jump on him and hug him was nearly unbearable, but she kept her composure, not entirely sure how Bakugou felt about her after a whole year of not seeing her in person. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your studying. I just got back a few hours ago. I thought I’d come see how your stinky face is doing.” She stifled a giggle as his glare returned, watching as he snatched onto the still open door. “You did, Utsuro!”

Ah, there it was. Utsuro. Damn, she loved that.

“I can’t let you beat me by getting into UA without me!” Bakugou snapped at her, his tone sharp and competitive. Still nervous, Koge let her insecurities bubble over, head hanging just a tad. “Oh… I see. I can always come back later, then.” She must have sounded or looked pathetic, because Bakugou growled, stepping back and pointing towards the staircase. “No, just come in! You could have at least fucking texted first.” With a quick, small bow to Mitsuki, Koge walked inside, stopping at the entryway to remove her shoes. Bakugou shut the door once she was inside, waiting beside her with his hands shoved into his pant pockets. Koge couldn’t help but to glance at him, feeling a bit embarrassed that he was in sweatpants and a tank top.

He’s gotten ripped… What have I missed. And he’s so much taller than me now! In just a year! Fourteen year old turd… I’m fifteen, I should be taller.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Mitsuki, who smiled at Koge as she looked up at her. “You’re always welcome, Koge. I’m sure Katsuki is happy to see you,” Her smile turned into a strained grin as her glare moved to her son, who Koge could already feel trembling in annoyance. “And is more than happy to treat you hospitably. Right, Katsuki?” The way she said his name was as sharp as a knife, and before Koge could even get her slippers on, Bakugou snatched her by the wrist and started to drag her towards the stairs. “Shut up, you hag!”

Koge stumbled just a bit, but was able to regain her footing as they reached the stairs, a bit surprised at how hot his palm had been against her skin. As his hands went back into his pockets, she kept her eyes on his back, feeling that heat return to her cheeks. Man, he has been working hard… I can see it.

“Damn it, Utsuro,” He hissed at her, quiet so his mother didn’t hear. “You always had the worst timing for showing up.”

“Sorry, Katsuki,” Koge responded softly as well, noticing his shoulders relax a bit. “I just couldn’t resist coming over… I missed you a lot.”  His back heaving with a sigh, Bakugou gave a small shake of his head, turning into what Koge knew to be the game room. “Don’t worry about it.”

Koge took a moment to glance around, taking in the familiar surroundings. Nothing had changed, except for a new larger television and a different throw blanket resting on the back of the couch. So many wonderful memories in this place, and as Bakugou turned face her, she couldn’t help but to be overwhelmed with happiness. A smile stretched across her lips as she watched him, finding his bashfulness to be adorable, even as he tried to hide it. The fact that he was rubbing the back of his neck and refusing to look at her was evidence enough of his embarrassment, though Koge decided not to tease him on it.

“Uhm--”

“Can I give you a hug, Katsuki?”

It was all she could think of to ask. There was this awkwardness between them, nearly palpable, and she wanted it to be gone. A hug, she figured, would break that barrier and hopefully bring them to how they had been. Such a simple action was hardly intimate compared to the way they used to be, as far as intimacy could go for their age in a platonic relationship. Hell, Mitsuki even trusted them enough to share a bed up until Koge had to move any time she would stay over. Not once did the two even consider each other in a romantic way, or at least, Koge had assumed so. If he had, he was too embarrassed or reluctant to say anything, which she completely understood. Koge loved this boy, as a best friend would, and she could only hope they could fix what she had broken.

She could still see the expression on his face when she told him that she was moving to live with her mother, hours away. It had upset him, badly, and there had been a while where he wouldn’t answer her texts or computer messages. Eventually, his bitterness faded and he accepted her attempts at contact, though school made it difficult for them to do anything but text. She still treasured every second of it, even if he had been difficult and distant.

After the initial shock of her question, Bakugou scoffed and glowered down at her, a light pink hue rising up in the tips of his ears. “Huh? Why the fuck are you asking me? You’ve never asked before--”

Koge took the hinted permission gladly, latching her arms around him tightly and shoving her face into his chest. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed his warmth, her stomach fluttering violently at the feeling of his returned embrace. One hand on the back of her head and the other around her torso, she couldn’t help but smile against his shirt as he stroked her hair. “I’m so happy to see you, Katsuki…”

The small grunt she received in response was typical, though it was still enough to bring happy butterflies to her stomach. Though, they began to frantically flutter about at the sound of Mitsuki’s voice, rushing up the stairs and slamming into them as if it were a tangible object.

“Katsuki! That door better stay open, you hear me!”

Instantly, Bakugou shoved Koge off of him, pushing her back a bit and quickly removing his hands from her. They quickly found their way back into his pockets, cheeks bright red as he screamed back at her. “Shut up! I’m not an idiot!”

Sputtering at first, Koge began to giggle, finding his reaction and sudden flustered state to be absolutely adorable. “Oh man… Well, we’re not little kids anymore, I guess.” She beamed up at him, moving her arms to rest behind her back. In his attempt to not seem as embarrassed as he was, Bakugou scoffed and looked away, eyes landing on the small mini-fridge they kept up stairs. “Tch, I guess… You want a fucking soda or something?”

“Sure!” Koge chirped happily, following him over to it. “Y’know, I haven’t had a soda in a long time. Since I’m here, might as well cheat a little.” Bakugou knelt down by the small fridge, looking up at her with a curious glare. “No? Why?”

“Well, I’ve been training really hard to get into UA. So to stay fit, no sweets or soda. I’ve even doubled my work out and martial arts practice! You’d be surprised.”

Bakugou gave a small click of his tongue as he opened the small fridge, only to find that it was void of the sustenance they craved. “Me? Surprised?” Standing, he shut the fridge with his foot, starting back towards the door to the hallway. “I have to go downstairs to get it. Just stay here.”

“No, I’ll come!” Koge trotted after him, ignoring the glare that told her to stay put. She knew why, but his reluctance for her to talk to his parents wasn’t going to deter her. If she were to follow, his plan to sneak in and sneak out of the kitchen would fail, as Koge could never resist a conversation, and he knew he would get dragged into it. “No, just stay here,” Bakugou hissed at her, beginning his trek down the stairs. “I’m just gonna grab you one and come back.”

“Too late, I’m already following you.” Koge stayed at his heels, refusing to let him out of her sight for a minute. “Besides, I haven’t seen your parents in so long, I’d like to talk to them.”

“Of course you would… Then you’ll spend your whole time here yapping away!” Bakugou glowered at her over his shoulder. “If you’re going to waste my studying time, then it needs to be wasted doing shit with me!”

Koge couldn’t help but to snicker, poking him in the back. “Ooh, is that jealousy I hear? I think it is!” Bakugou hopped down the last few steps to flee her touch, rushing into the kitchen to hopefully get the soda before she could get in. “Fuck off!” Koge’s slippers were too big for her to be able to mimic him, knowing she would fall flat on her face if she tried to jump that far. “Hey, come back!” As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she quickly made her way after him, only vaguely hearing his mother snap at him for running in the house.

Right as Koge reached the entrance to the kitchen, Bakugou slammed into her in his haste, abandoning the two soda cans in his grip in favor of his reflexes to catch her. “Utsuro, what the fu-- GAH!”

Koge squealed as both soda cans burst open from the impact of landing on the floor, spraying the two teenagers with the sticky liquid and coating the tile flooring. As she hid in Bakugou’s chest, she could only hear the gasp that came from Mitsuki, followed by the typical rage.

“Katsuki! What did you do?! Look at that mess!”

“Fuck, it wasn’t me, I didn’t--”

“I’m sorry, it was me!” Koge pushed herself up to look at Mitsuki over Bakugou’s shoulder, her cheeks flushing. “I wasn’t paying attention, I should have waited like he told me to.” She stepped back from Bakugou as he released her, watching as he shook his arms to rid himself of the soda. “Yeah, you fucking should have. Look at this mess-- HEY!” He was interrupted as a towel was suddenly thrown over his head, another being tossed to Koge, who caught it normally.

“Aw Koge hun, it wasn’t your fault. This big oaf never looks were he’s going, he always has his eyes on the floor. I told you to look up when you’re walking, Katsuki!”

Bakugou ripped the towel off his head, glaring back at his mother. “Oh shut up--” 

“Oh my god, I look like I had diarrhea all over myself.”

Once again, Koge’s soft voice interrupted the yelling, mother and son looking at her in bewilderment. Koge had her eyes on her backside, looking over her shoulder, white leggings stained brown from her butt all the way down her legs. Noticing the silence, she quickly looked up, glancing between the two of them. “What? It’s true.”

Mitsuki began to laugh, walking over to playfully put her arm around her son's shoulders, smirk on her face. “Oh Katsuki, I think you got yourself a keeper! What a hoot!” Bakugou was quick to shrug her off, using the towel to wipe his skin and clothes as dry as he could. “S-shut up, you old hag! Utsuro is stupid, who the fuck even says something like that!!” Red faced, Bakugou refused to look at either of them, though Koge was in her own embarrassed stupor.

A keeper?

Was she really insinuating…?

“No way, Katsuki,” Mitsuki watched her son clean up the floor with her hands on her hips, wide smirk across her face. “Koge is the only girl who can even stand to be around you more than five seconds. You’re definitely getting married.”

The only response was an explosion from Bakugou’s clenched fists, turning the towel into smoldering embers. “Can’t you ever just shut up!” His glare was broken by another towel being handed down towards him, from Koge. “H-here,” She spoke in a shaking voice, face bright red and still in shock from what Mitsuki had said. “Use this one. I’ll get another.” Bakugou glared up at her in silence before he ripped the fresh towel from her hands, handing her the ruined one without a word. As he went back to cleaning, Mitsuki nodded in approval, taking the towel from Koge to trash it, heading back into the kitchen. “Mhmm! Already totally whipped!”

“Katsuki… I think your mother wants us to date.”

“She can go fucking shove it! Get your ass down here and help me!”

“I.. don’t have a towel, Katsuki.”

“Then lick it up!”

“... Okay, I’ll do that. Not. Hey, you want to know something?” 

“What....”

“Seeing you down on the ground sure is SODA-pressing. Get it?”

“I hate you.”

[teresa60521-blog]

Side Effects

chapter 19: 2 weeks

If Uraraka felt trapped in the Bakugou home before giving birth, she definitely felt trapped now. But she was glad that she wasn’t thrust into the chaos of the outside world and that she was wrapped up with this tiny bundle of joy who just so happened to cry and whine half of the day.

Uraraka would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying it.

She liked having somebody being dependent on her and  being able to take care of somebody. She had been told in the past that she has a motherly quality about her but she didn’t see it until she actually became a mother. It still didn’t feel real. Uraraka felt like she would be giving the baby back to somebody.

It was also nice that Masaru and Mitsuki believed in her parenting abilities. They didn’t hover, only lent her a hand when she asked for the help. They were always ready and willing to assist, Mitsuki more so since she was home most of the time unless she was running errands or having lunch with old friends. Masaru still worked, coming home late but always making time to say hello to his grandchild.

When Uraraka had asked them if they wanted her to leave, Mitsuki had looked at her like she was insane.

“Where are you gonna go?” Mitsuki had asked and truthfully, Uraraka hadn’t even thought that far. She had just wanted to get out of their hair. “You’re welcome here for as long as you like. Better you than my son.”

Uraraka had laughed but it was greatly appreciated. She finally belonged somewhere.

She just wished that Bakugou had stayed with them too the past few weeks.

She understood completely; school was still the most important thing to Bakugou. He still was driven to become a hero and having a baby didn’t affect him as much as it did Uraraka. She was still recovering, the pain mostly gone but her emotions still off kilter. Uraraka wanted to start shaving off some of the excess baby weight but she had to wait until she was all healed. Bakugou’s life didn’t have to slam on the breaks; he was just able to keep on going like nothing had happened.

Uraraka was thankful that he kept in constant contact, asking about Kazumi and how both she and the baby were doing. He was making up for the time he had lost during the pregnancy and that was all Uraraka really wanted. It would just be better if he was actually there with her.

He had come home the first weekend and with this next weekend rapidly approaching, Uraraka couldn’t wait to see him again. She just wanted a little help and a little bit of family bonding time. Because that’s what they were. A family.

Friday before Bakugou was due home Uraraka was sitting on the couch, holding Kazumi close to her chest. Kazumi was sleeping, had fallen asleep in her arms after drinking from her bottle, and Uraraka couldn’t find it in herself to put her baby girl down. Just two short weeks after she had given birth she was head over heels in love with her daughter. She understood what some new mothers said when it was the best feeling and experience in the world.

Uraraka felt her phone buzz against her leg and she made sure Kazumi was secure in one arm before opening the text.

>> these asshole wont leave me the fuck alone

Uraraka smiled as she read the text. She had gotten similar texts from Bakugou over the course of the week, him complaining about how their classmates wanted to come see the baby and how they hovered asking for pictures. She didn’t mind if they came over to meet Kazumi, she just didn’t want to overwhelm the infant with too many people and if the whole class came over it would be a lot . But she didn’t mind a few people coming over.

Bakugou was pretty adamant about them not coming over though. In fact, he said they were never ever allowed in his house again.

<< why?

>> they wanna fuckin come over even tho ive told them 100000000000 times hell fuckin no

<< maybe it’s easier to just say yes?

<< i wouldnt mind it if they came over

There was silence from Bakugou now and she knew he was pissed that she had disagreed with him. She just shook her head and let him fume in silence, putting the phone down beside her. In that moment Masaru sat down on the other side of the couch with the newspaper. He smiled gently at her and then glanced down at Kazumi through his glasses.

“How is she?” Masaru asked as he settled against the back of the couch. His voice was gentle, quiet so he didn’t wake the sleeping infant up.

Uraraka shifted Kazumi in her arms and the baby twitched, making a purring noise in the back of her throat and shaking her head. Uraraka rocked her a little bit until she settled down and was lying still in her arms again.

“Sleepy.” Uraraka smiled softly and rubbed her thumb across the back of Kazumi’s hand. She could already see growth in her baby and she thought it was amazing.

“Mm.” Masaru unfolded the newspaper. “And how are you doing?”

“I’m also sleepy. But happy. Much happier than I was when I was pregnant.”

“I told you Katsuki would come around.” Masaru sounded so proud of himself and Uraraka couldn’t even be mad. He was right and there was no denying that. Uraraka wished she had a little more faith when he had initially said this to her but everything that happening at the time led her to believe otherwise. Bakugou was being really rude and just downright awful. Uraraka didn’t think she was going to have a happy ending.

The future was still uncertain but for now, she was living the happy ending fantasy.

“I’m glad he did.” Uraraka whispered. She checked her phone again but there was still no message from Bakugou. She let it go, knowing this was nothing to get upset about. He could not respond to her and she would be fine with it. She spent a little more time with Masaru, talking about Bakugou and Kazumi and a little bit of Masaru’s job. He was still a fashion designer and he did in fact create some hero costumes. They weren’t worn by super popular heroes by any means but it still made him feel good to know that there were young heroes out there wearing the clothes he designed.

Uraraka told him maybe she would get her clothing reworked by him, but Masaru reminded her that technically she and Bakugou had matching designs as they were made by the same designer. Their costumes had predicted their love perhaps.

She carried Kazumi carefully upstairs and laid her in the bassinet beside her bed. She didn’t know when she was supposed to move Kazumi to her crib but she figured she had a couple of months. She wasn’t ready for her baby to grow that big yet. She liked rolling over in the morning and seeing Kazumi sleeping peacefully surrounded by the baby blanket her friends had made.

Uraraka fell asleep pretty quickly that night, having been up early that morning with her little girl. Kazumi woke her up once or twice in the middle of the night and Uraraka was still getting used to that. Hopefully Bakugou could come relieve her in the middle of the night tomorrow. However, the two still weren’t allowed to sleep in the same room and there were no chances that Bakugou would hear Kazumi in the first place. Bakugou was surprisingly a heavy sleeper, but so was Uraraka. She wondered when that would catch up to her. When there was a baby screaming two feet away from her though, it was hard to miss.

Kazumi woke her up at around eight and she was fed and changed, put into a cute baby blue onesie with clouds on it. Uraraka had specifically told Masaru and Mitsuki that she didn’t care about color of clothing for her daughter and didn’t want her daughter to be subjected to the gender dichotomy at two weeks old. Colors didn’t have gender and she was going to dress her daughter up however she wanted.

Kazumi just so happened to look very cute in blue.

Uraraka was just lifting Kazumi from her playpen when the front door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. She blinked wide eyes in that direction and a fuming Bakugou emerged, one fist clenched tight at his side and the other palm flat on the door. Uraraka could see his fist trembling in fury from her position in the middle of the living room.

“Katsuki?” Uraraka’s eyebrows pinched together.

“Uraraka-san!” That did not come from Bakugou, as Bakugou would never be that formal. Instead, it came from three distinct voices, each belonging to Kirishima, Midoriya and Iida respectively.

Well, that explains why Bakugou was so annoyed.

Kirishima, followed by Kaminari, bounded in around Bakugou who seemingly had been trying to block their entrance. He was no match for Kirishima’s mass of muscle though and the two came forward, Iida, Midoriya and Tsuyu following right behind that. Uraraka was still a bit shocked and looked at the familiar faces.

“Oh, hi guys.” It took her a moment to compose herself but when she did she smiled. Kazumi was secure in her arms, awake and blinking big eyes up at her mother. Uraraka let her baby put her tiny hand around one of her fingers but kept her attention on her friends. She had undone the paws on the onesie she was wearing, her other hand still covered so she didn’t scratch herself in her sleep or when she was just wiggling around.

Uraraka was definitely surprised though to see so many of the faces she missed. She hadn’t had much interaction outside of Bakugou and his family, their family. Seeing her friends from school made her light up and feel warm inside. She could have only predicted how the train ride over to their house had been, especially with Kirishima and Kaminari coming along.

“We have come to see how you’ve been doing.” Iida said, glancing from her to Kazumi and then back to Uraraka’s face. She thought it was amusing, knowing he wanted to hold the baby immediately.

“They fucking stalked me here.” Bakugou gruffed and sat down on the couch, holding his arms out for Kazumi. Uraraka graciously placed her in his arms and Bakugou held the baby possessively against his chest, glaring at the faces of their classmates.

“You said we could come!” Kaminari shouted and Bakugou bared his teeth, holding Kazumi closer when she started squirming a bit.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou spit.

Uraraka felt an incredible amount of pride seeing Bakugou being so protective over their daughter. It was almost surreal, him being so gentle when he was always so brash. He held Kazumi like she was delicate china and really, she was. “Be sure not to squish her.” Uraraka reminded and Bakugou shifted his grip on her, no complaints.

It was amazing how parenthood could change somebody, even if that parent wasn’t around as often as the other.

Kirishima poked his head real close to Kazumi’s. “She’s so small.”

“She’s a baby you fuckwit! Don’t get too close, if you breathe on her she’ll die.”

“She will not die.” Iida declared and began rummaging in his bag. “It is very important that we clean our hands before we hold the baby so it doesn't get any illnesses we may be carrying.”

“Who the hell said I was going to let you hold her, Four Eyes?!” Bakugou barked but it seemed like all of them ignored him as they squirted hand sanitizer into their hands. Uraraka didn’t have any gripes about letting the five of them hold Kazumi but her boyfriend looked like he was about to snap at anybody who came in a five foot radius of him.

Uraraka placed a hand on his shoulder and Bakugou jolted at the soft touch. “They can hold her.”

“They’re all fucking idiots, they’ll drop her!” Bakugou argued.

Tsuyu ribbited and placed a finger to her lips. “I thought fatherhood might mellow you out, Bakugou-kun, but looks like I was wrong.”

“A-Asui-san….” Midoriya said nervously.

Bakugou looked like he wanted to lunge but the baby in his arms kept him seated. He never had any problems picking a fight with any gender.

“Katsuki, they came all this way to see her.” Uraraka didn’t want to have to wrestle Kazumi out of his arms but would if he didn’t give their friends a chance to hold her. They held each other’s eyes in an aggressive gaze for a couple of beats before Bakugou sighed and relinquished his short hold on her. Uraraka lifted her and rounded the couch, bringing her to the center of the little semicircle their friends had created.

“This is Bakugou Kazumi.” Uraraka introduced with a soft smile. All of their mouths dropped in awe as they stared at the tiny wrinkled creature in her arms. Kazumi’s eyes were half open and she couldn’t decided who to focus on, so many new faces beginning to overwhelm her.

“Who wants to be the first to hold her?” Uraraka asked, ignoring the sharp intake of breath coming from the blonde behind her.

“Me, me, me!” Kirishima was bouncing excitedly.

“You better sit the fuck down.” Bakugou warned, spreading out on the couch so Kirishima had no choice but to sit in the armchair. “If you drop her it’ll be the last thing you do.”

Kirishima pouted but sat down in the chair, holding his arms out. Uraraka instructed him on how to properly support her and laid her in his arms, watching Kirishima’s face morph from excitement to nervousness.

“I can’t do this.” Kirishima said immediately, looking down at her face.

Uraraka laughed and kneeled in front of him. “Don’t want to hold her anymore?”

“No, I’m gonna drop her, please-” Uraraka lifted the baby from his arms and Kirishima fell back with a dramatic sigh. “That was too much pressure.”

“Fucking piss baby.” Bakugou mumbled under his breath.

“I would like a turn!” Iida raised his hand high and then placed it tight by his side when Uraraka rose onto the balls of her face and walked over to him. She repeated what she had told Kirishima, saying the same thing to both Kaminari and Tsuyu after they were done holding Kazumi. Bakugou had put up a strong fight about Kaminari holding Kazumi because of the nature of his quirk. He didn’t want her to accidentally zap her and in all honesty Uraraka was a little nervous about that too.

“I have perfect control of my quirk!” Kaminari sniffed and Uraraka sighed, allowing him to hold her. There were no shocks present and it seemed like Kazumi enjoyed being in his arms most, eyes widening as Kaminari blew raspberries at her. She couldn’t smile yet but Uraraka had no doubt that if Kazumi could, she would be the smiliest baby ever. Uraraka couldn’t wait to see her baby girl smile.

Things boiled over when Uraraka went to place Kazumi in Midoriya’s arms.

“Absolutely not.” Bakugou stood and got in between them. Midoriya blinked up at Bakugou and Uraraka sighed. She knew Bakugou would be childish over this.

“Katsuki-”

“I’m not going to let my daughter be tainted by this fucking nerd.”

“Kacchan-”

“If the only insult you can come up with is ‘nerd’ then I think your opinion is overridden.” Tsuyu said matter of factly.

“Did I ask for your opinion you goddamn toad?” Bakugou said, not even casting her a glance.

“Hey!” Uraraka frowned and bounced Kazumi a little when she noticed her face scrunching up, getting ready to start wailing. “If you’re going to be nasty then you leave. You’re not the only one who gets to make decisions about my daughter. And since you didn’t even want her in the first place, you shouldn’t even get a say!” She knew that she was playing dirty and the hurt that flashed through fiery irises made her chest clench. But all Bakugou did was turn around and stomp up the stairs.

With an exhale, Uraraka turned once more to Midoriya with her usual gentle smile on her face. “Do you still want to hold her?”

Midoriya nervously glanced at the staircase. Uraraka knew he was waiting for Bakugou to pop back out and start screaming at him, but it didn’t come. “Oh no, no, no, I don’t think th-that’s such a good idea.”

Uraraka smiled and kissed Kazumi’s head. She had calmed down, no waterworks, only curious eyes scanning the room and landing on Midoriya’s face. The two shared a look and Midoriya squared his shoulders like he was preparing for an epic battle.

“I’ll hold her.” Midoriya decided.

Uraraka gently laid her in his arms and Midoriya was clearly nervous but he cradled her as he had heard the others be instructed. Supporting her head, supporting her bottom, holding her securely but not too tight. He was a natural. Again, Uraraka wondered what he would be like as a parent. But he wasn’t the one who held her heart. The one who did was sulking upstairs, trying to control his emotions.

“She looks like Kacchan.” Midoriya mused.

“Well she is his daughter.” Uraraka stated with a little laugh.

“A miracle, truly.” Kaminari mumbled and Kirishima elbowed him in the ribs, telling him not to be a dick. Uraraka was kind of grateful for that. She knew she made a poor choice though it was the right choice for her. She and Bakugou fit together like two puzzle pieces; perfectly.

Midoriya held Kazumi for a little while before returning her to Uraraka’s arms. She started crying a little, fake tears, tears that said she didn’t want to leave the warmth of Midoriya’s embrace. Uraraka placed a pacifier in her mouth and wiped her tears, cooing at her daughter. When she looked up, all five of her classmates were looking at her with a strange expression on their faces.

“What is it?” Uraraka asked nervously.

Iida cleared his throat. “You have changed, Uraraka.”

Uraraka’s smile was wavering. “Is that good or bad?”

Iida shook his head. “It is very good. You are happy and that is all that matters to us. You deserve happiness.”

Uraraka’s brown eyes watered and she closed them for a moment, regaining her composure. “Thank you.” She was glad somebody thought so.

Iida returned her smile and the five of them stayed for a couple more minutes before departing. Uraraka took to spending more time with Kazumi for the rest of the night and put her down after they all ate dinner. She pumped some more breast milk (that was uncomfortable) and made up three bottles before she finally confronted Bakugou in his room.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” She said, standing in the doorway.

Bakugou looked up from his phone and nodded. “You better be.”

“Don’t be like that.” Uraraka’s shoulders slumped.

Bakugou stood and walked to her slowly. Uraraka knew better than to back away; she had nothing to be afraid of. His warm, blistered palms came up to cup her face gently, red eyes meeting hers like they had hours before. “Deku makes me so fucking mad.”

“Why?” Uraraka whispered. “Why couldn’t you just put aside your differences? Don’t you want me to be happy? Iida does. They all do. You constantly go out of your way to provoke me or somebody else. Or get a reaction out of us.”

“I know.” Bakugou spoke through clenched teeth. “God I fucking know it. I just… I can’t… Fuck.” He always had a hard time putting his thoughts into words. Uraraka was patient, she always was.

“I don’t want Kazumi growing up without you. I don’t want her to grow up with her father being angry all the time and yelling at me and us arguing. I want this to work. But you have to work on yourself first.” Uraraka explained.

Bakugou’s brows creased. “Are you dumping me?”

“No!” Uraraka shook her head quickly. “I want to help you. For us. For Kazumi. Let go of that anger. Tell me about your worries. I was the only one talking in the beginning, I think you owe me the same.”

Bakugou released a trembling breath. “Fine.”

They moved to Uraraka’s room where Kazumi was sleeping just in case she woke up and needed them. They leaned against the pillows facing each other, Bakugou taking her fingers in his hand, pressing on fingernails and the pads of her fingers. The whole time he spoke quietly of his nightmares and his PTSD to every single shitty thing that happened in their first year of UA that were still affecting him.

It was the closest they had been in a while. Uraraka felt like she learned more about Bakugou in those couple of hours than she had in their entire relationship. And it was wonderful . This was what Uraraka wanted, to feel closer to him, to feel like they were an actual couple.

Falling asleep with their fingers twined together, their sleeping baby girl in her bassinet beside them, things were definitely starting to piece together quickly. All the puzzle pieces surrounding theirs were coming together, beginning to finish the picture.

[kairi-chan]

I Got You (VI) - BoruSara

Title: Sunsets and Ninbucks Frappes

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: T

Chapter 1: Childhood Friends

Chapter 2: The Dinner

Chapter 3: Disconnect

Chapter 4: Spill It

Chapter 5: Nighttime and Bottles of Beer

Chapter 7: Past and Present Dates

A/N: If you’re curious about what Ninbucks is and why it keeps popping up in my stories, I suggest you read this funny little fic I wrote starring my favorite boy, Sasuke. 

Sarada sat by herself at one of the stone tables under the old oak trees outside the law building. It was rare for her to be able to enjoy a whole table to herself, especially not during mid morning, so she took advantage of the space. She lay out all of her notes and books on the table, and sat smack in the middle, hoping people would get the message that she did not want to be disturbed, and no, she wasn’t willing to share. She even made it look like she was probably with other people by placing her belongings people sitting distance apart.

It wasn’t that she was selfish. Hell no. She just... so desperately wanted to be alone. Despite being alone for a whole week ever since the whole Boruto thing in Ninbucks last week. She bit her lower lip and pushed her glasses back up. She opened up an empty page on her notebook and poised her pen to write... write what? She had nothing due tomorrow and all the papers due the following week were already finished. She had never been more productive, or gotten that much work done in her whole life. Now that it was all done, there was nothing left for her to do.

“Sarada-sama!”

Sarada jumped and snapped her eyes up to the voice. She froze and let her gaze settle on his kind smile and trailed down to his torso. He was wearing a varsity jacket. She felt a smile slowly creep it’s way up her lips. Upon realizing the suffix he paired her name with, she rolled her eyes. ��I told you to stop calling me that, Senpai.”

She knew that would tick him off. This wasn’t the first time they had this conversation. He obviously just loved to tease her, too, as she already established he could call her by her first name. It wasn’t like they were strangers to each other, anyway.

He laughed nervously as he sat down in front of her. “Hey, that’s not fair. You know I don’t like being called senpai.” He looked at her straight into her dark eyes, and Sarada swore he was practically staring into her heart, and searching for all her secrets. He smiled sincerely. “Not by you anyway.”

Ah. There it was. His perilous charms paired with her traitorous feelings were not a good match. Damn, was the sun too high or was it getting too hot in here?

He must have taken her stunned silence as his cue to go on. He looked away and scratched his cheek lightly. Oh Kami. He looked even cuter when he was blushing. “You can call me Kagura.”

Thankfully, Sarada snapped out of her daze. “Kagura-kun,” she said slowly.

He grinned, obviously appreciating the added suffix. His smile was infectious.

“Please call me Sarada,” she offered.

“Sarada-chan?” Yes. He asked with a question mark in the end.

She never knew he was this shy. She nodded.

Kagura propped his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his palms. He leaned in a little closer to her across the table. “Are you busy later, Sarada-chan?”

Sarada instinctively grabbed her planner and opened it up before she even realized what she was doing.

Kagura laughed. “You’re so organized!”

She pursed her lips and closed her planner. She never even got the chance to look at the red words written in a handwriting that wasn’t her own. “Study Wednesdate.”

She pushed her glasses back up and said, “I don’t think I have anything planned. Did you want to talk about something?” 

Kagura blinked and rubbed his knee. “Nothing really...” he straightened his posture and said shyly, “I was just hoping you would want to have dinner with me? We could grab some cake and coffee after.” He grinned and added jokingly, “we could even study afterwards, if you like.”

Where did she hear this kind of invitation before? Before she could even think about it further, she felt his gaze on her again. It was so gentle and sincere, yet it was also filled with some sort of intensity. Like he finally found what he was searching for, and he needed it. Now.

Before she could even think about it, “sure, that sounds fun.”

His face filled with so much joy just made Sarada’s heart melt. Kami. It should have been illegal to be this cute. The way his eyes lit up sent her stomach spiralling into hopeless tangles.  

“Sounds good.” He was already standing, and looked like he was going to dart away but managed to say before leaving, “I’ll pick you up at at seven!”

Where did Sarada hear that line before?

 Sarada was busy texting her roommate on her phone, telling her that Kagura had asked her out to dinner again. She had been receiving a lot of invitations to dinners and dates, but she never really agreed to any of them, until Kagura came around and asked her out a few weeks back. They’ve been hanging out ever since. She was steeped in composing her next message when the barista called out to her.

“Hi Sarada! You’re early today.”

She snapped her gaze up and asked, “early?”

The barista with messy brown hair and braced teeth gave her a toothy grin. “Sure. You usually get here at like, eight or so with Boruto.”

“Boruto?” She echoed. Sarada looked over her shoulder, as if expecting he would be there. But he wasn’t. She was the only one in line at Ninbucks. It was only four in the afternoon, and classes were still on going.

Sensing she was a little distracted, the barista changed the topic. “Anyway, will you have your usual?”

Sarada just stood there. Right. It was Wednesday today. Every Wednesday, Boruto would pick her up from her dorm at seven to have dinner, and study at Ninbucks. She casted a tentative look at the table they sat at last week. There was a couple sitting there and chatting over cups of coffee and slices of cake. She bit her lower lip.

“Sarada?” The barista called her attention again.

She looked at him and apologized. “I’ll have a grande of the sweetest frappe on your menu.”

Mitsuki wandered around the campus in search of his friend. He checked the library, her dorm, and even Ninbucks. But he still couldn’t find her. There was one last place he decided to check. Gingerly, he opened the door to the Law Building’s rooftop. At the edge, he saw a slim figure sitting and watching the sunset. There was a Caramel Frappe sitting next to her.

“I knew I would find you here,” he said.

She looked back, her dark eyes were glazed over with melancholy.

He eyed her drink. “Rough day?” Mitsuki asked as he took a seat next to her. “I heard what happened at Ninbucks last week with Boruto.”

Sarada looked away, hiding her face from him. Mitsuki stayed quiet for a while. He gazed at the sunset, and waited for Sarada to feel comfortable enough to talk to him.

“Is it…” she started slowly. “Is it so unbelievable that I could be dating someone?”

Mitsuki gave her a sideward glance before shifting back to the sunset. “I don’t think so. Do you think it is?”

She smirked. “I don’t think I fall under the type who does.”

Mitsuki smiled until his eyes closed. He turned to face her. “Why are you dating Kagura-san in the first place?”

Sarada raised her brow.

“It’s just a question.”

She sighed. Mitsuki was confident she wouldn’t lie. It wasn’t like her. “He asked.”

“That’s it?” Was that really it? Was it that simple?

Sarada nodded.

He didn’t believe her one bit. “So if I were to ask you on a date, you would say yes?” he asked casually.

She stiffened. He laughed at her reaction. “Just a question. I’m just curious why you’re dating him.”

She looked down at her lap, and fidgeted with her fingers. “Well... I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him,” she whispered. Her cheeks were tinted pink.

Mitsuki nodded. Boruto was not going to like that piece of information. “I see. So you do like him?”

“Well,” Sarada bit her lower lip and looked at the sunset. “There’s something about the way how he looks at me. It makes me feel like… like I’m actually worth his time.”

Mitsuki’s golden eyes widened. He blinked a few times. Sarada was a confident person. He never thought that she would have this sort of insecurity. Did she really not think that she wasn’t worth someone’s time and affections?

“They way he looks at you,” he repeated. “And it’s different from the way Boruto and I look at you?”

She laughed. “Of course it is, Mitsuki.” She looked at him, barely containing her giggles. “You don’t look at me like you want me, right?” Sarada picked up her drink and took a sip.

He smiled until his eyes closed. Aha. So that’s what she was talking about. “No, but I think Boruto does.”

Sarada choked on her frappe.

Mitsuki continued, “don’t you agree?”

She gasped for air. Her face was now a darker shade of pink. “Boruto and I…” she trailed off, trying to collect her thoughts. “We have a special bond. There’s a look he gives me. One that makes me feel like he’s looking into the depths of my heart and soul.” She bit her lower lip and looked at Mitsuki. “We don’t even need to say anything to understand. We just get each other, you know?”

Mitsuki nodded. “I do know. Your teamwork is impeccable.” This made her smile. The sun had completely set now. “Why not date Boruto, though?”

She lifted her eyebrow. “Boruto and I aren’t like that,” she said. Sarada gazed at the sunset, as it slowly kissed the horizon goodnight. “He’s popular. A lot of girls like him.”

“Kagura-san is popular,” Mitsuki said. “And you are, too. I see a lot of guys following you around.”

She chuckled nervously. “You know what I mean, Mitsuki.”

And he did understand. Well, maybe not really. But he decided to change the topic. Right down to business. “Does Kagura-san stand a chance?”

“What?” Sarada was finishing up her drink.

“Does he really have a chance with you?” He repeated. “Do you think you’ll end up like liking him?”

She stopped sipping and looked up to the sky. The stars were slowly starting to show. “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean, we’re not together. We’re just dating.” She chuckled lightly. “Isn't that the point of dating? To know if you do like the person or not?”

“If you put it that way,” he replied. Mitsuki tried to push his luck in further. “You two aren’t dating exclusively, are you?”

She looked thoughtful for a while. After a few minutes, Sarada shook her head and said tentatively, “I think it’s really casual.”

“Ah,” he said and nodded. This gave him hope for his best friend. “So if someone were to ask you out, it would be fine for you to date him?”

Sarada laughed. “If you’re trying to ask me out again, that’s a no.”

“Not me,” Mitsuki said. “Boruto.”

She bristled. “Why does he keep coming up in this conversation?”

Mitsuki cocked his head to the side. “He’s our friend. Don’t you think it’s normal that he does?”

She rolled her eyes. “If you’re here to tell me to apologize to him, it’s not happening.”

Mitsuki chuckled. “I didn’t think you would. Don’t worry. I’m not here to do that.”

Sarada got up and dusted herself off. Mitsuki did the same. “Then why are you here?”

“I just wanted to check on you. I noticed you two weren’t talking.” Read: it was really starting to make him anxious that they had been avoiding each other. It was also hard to determine how to behave whenever he was with the two. Their close circle of friends already noticed. If their wider group of friends caught wind that something had happened, it would be total and utter chaos.

She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I’m still not apologizing.”

Mitsuki nodded. “Of course not. Besides, I’m sure Boruto will be the first to give in.”

She smirked. “He better be.”

A/N: I had waaay too much fun writing smitten Kagura and flustered Sarada. hihi. What do you think is going to happen next? Send me an ask or chat me up, yeah? ^^

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