"There is No Restart Button" an ex Bakugo x reader fanfic

(Chapter 4) How Do I Fix This?

Bakugo's POV

I swung subtly on the swing, looking up at the lilac purple sky. The sun was getting ready to dip under the horizon, soon painting the sky with streams of pink and orange. It was peaceful, and I found myself in a surprisingly good mood for once. Less extras getting on my nerves, less things getting in my way. I could stay like this forever, swinging in the old neighborhood playground watching people go by...although it also annoyed me to sit here waiting for so long.

"I swear if that idiot doesn't hurry up..." I grumble under my breath.

I told you, you had until 4:30pm to meet me in the park. You said you had some shitty ass errands to run first so I said I'd wait. However the second you were late I'd dip, you should know that by now. I don't like wasting my time while I could be training to get into UA, doesn't matter who I'm waiting for.

I lifted my arm to glance at the watch on my wrist, the time reading 4:26pm. You were cutting it close and it pissed me off. I could just leave now. Leave you high and dry so you know better than to miss my time window. You'd probably apologize over and over like you always do, the display always pathetic and irritating. God, if you would just follow the schedule things like this wouldn't be an issue. It's one simple job: get here on time or I'm ditching your ass! You'd deserve it for getting on my nerves.

I glanced at my watch again, seeing the 26 click to a 27, yet my feet didn't move. Maybe you would come on time like I asked. Plus...seeing you would be kind of nice. It was rough being a couple during the school day since I didn't want people thinking I was weak or sympathetic. But when we were alone outside of school...things were easier it felt. I liked how peaceful your presence was, how gentle you were. It made me feel just a little better, like for once I had someone who liked me for who I was not just my quirk and popularity.

"Bakugo!!" A voice calls out as I look up, seeing you run up quickly and waving with a grocery bag in your other hand. There was that stupid bright smile plastered on your face. That stupid, sweet, adorable smile. Your middle school uniform was slightly ruffled, probably from running the whole way here. This dumbass...

"You sure took your sweet ass time huh?" I say dismissively, kicking my feet on the ground and pushing the swing I sat in.

"I know, I'm super sorry. I had to run to the convenience store first to grab some things," you say, still smiling softly as you dig around in the plastic bag.

I raise an eyebrow, watching with slight curiosity, "the hell did you get?"

You pull out a twin pack of onigiri and a lemon flavored juice drink, holding both of them in front of me. I let my swing come to a halt, feeling slightly taken aback by the offer, "these...these are for me?"

"Yeah! I saw you didn't eat lunch today in class so I wanted to get you something to eat first," you smiled.

My hands slowly take the food and drink, still feeling taken aback by your consideration. I masked my touched feelings with a small scoff, studying the onigiri, "I don't really like onigiri..."

"It's the spicy tuna kind! I made sure they had it," you added eagerly.

Damnit, and you even picked the spicy kind for me. That was way too nice of you. I hated how easily you made me feel soft, how quick you could get me to calm down sometimes. Yet, at the same time I don't know how I'd keep myself together if I didn't have you...

"Whatever, it'll do..." I mutter, unwrapping the onigiri. I could sense you smile more, not even needing to look up to know you were beaming. So easy to please...You walked over and sat in the swing next to me, pulling out a mango soda from the grocery bag before crumbling the now empty plastic.