The pair had made it down the grassy hill and past the stone trail.
Bakugo opened the door as y/n gaped, her eyes averting to everything she could see with excitement.
"Tch. It's not that amazing y'know." He remarked as he shut the door closed.
Y/n ignored his comment and continued walking through the hallway, making sure not to track dirt inside.
"C'mon." Bakugo says as he refers to another entryway.
Y/n eagerly followed him into what appears to be a very empty kitchen. Inside, a woman almost identical to Bakugo wore a neck brace, typing down text into a computer with a mug of coffee on her side.
"Who do we have here?" The woman asked as the rain pattered outside.
Y/n sided next to Bakugo. "No one, old hag."
Before y/n could open her mouth, the lady sprouted from her chair and slammed on the table.
"DON'T CALL ME OLD HAG YOU LITTLE SHIT!" She shouted, fuming at the boy.
Y/n blinked.
"I CAN CALL YOU WHATEVER I WANT YOU WITCH!" Bakugo screeched with a finger in her face.
The woman walked over and slapped Bakugo on the head with her other hand on her hip.
"DON'T CALL ME A WITCH UNTIL YOU HAVE YOUR OWN PLACE WITH YOUR OWN JOB YOU SHITTY LEECH! YOU'RE SCARING YOUR LITTLE FRIEND!"
"It's oka-"
Bakugo glared at the lady. "SHUT UP!! I BET YOU DON'T EVEN CARE THAT I ALMOST GOT RAN OVER TODAY!!"
"YOU SURE LOOK LIKE YOU DID!!" The woman remarked.
"WELL I WONDER WHO I GOT IT FROM!?"
'Well I guess that's where he gets his personality.' Y/n thought.
Y/n awkwardly stood aside as the two bickered for another few minutes. During that she had time to think about numerous things.
When could she visit Kiri again? What should she have for dinner? Maybe she could finish reading that book she saw over at Kiri's hous-
"Oi! Bitch!" Bakugo waved his hand at her, his face surprisingly close to hers than she had thought.
Y/n snapped out of her little thought bubble, feeling a slight heat emerge on her cheeks . "HuH- What?"
He backs up and refers to the lady behind his shoulder.
"Oh yes, hi nice to meet you! I'm y/n l/n, Bakugo's new friend!" Y/n says to the lady with an extended hand.
"Hey! Who said you were my friend?" Bakugo asked with an eyebrow raised.
The two females pause and stare at the boy. (• _ •)
"Well jeez sorry... " Y/n said with a slight eye roll and an attitude.
Bakugo paused. "I was joking...."
Slightly surprised, y/n chuckled and turned back to the lady.
The two of them shook hands and smiled. "Sorry for scaring you back there... I'm Mitsuki, Katsuki's mom!"
"Ah it's okay, it's nice to meet you! I've never really been inside the Pink Palace before. I hope you guys have a good stay here!" Y/n says with the best impression she can muster.
Bakugo rolls his eyes.
Mitsuki sheds a few manly tears (courtesy of Kirishima ofc). "Aw thank you y/n, I hope my little shit of a son isn't too much of a bother to you." She worries whilst looking at her son.
Y/n turns her head back at Bakugo, who's now crossing his arms and mindlessly looking out the rainy window with a calmed expression.
He notices her stare at him and quickly scowls at her as if he was asking "what're you lookin' at bitch?"
She smiles. "Hah, not at all."
Mitsuki suddenly perks up. "Oh yeah! Katsuki c'mere." She orders as she grabs a chunk of old newspaper from the side of her chair.
Bakugo grunts and walks over. "Ugh, what now?"
"Some kid left this on the front porch." Mitsuki explains whilst handing the wrap to her son.
Bakugo snatches the item, y/n scooching next to him to see what is was.
He unwraps the first layer of newspaper.
"Hey blonde boy (n/n if she's there too),
Look what I found in mom's trunk.
Look familiar?
Kirishima."
Bakugo glares at the little note attached to the newspaper while y/n peers close over his shoulder, the boy flushing a little at the proximity.
Bakugo groans in annoyance at the thought of Kirishima.
"Oh it's from Kiri." Y/n mutters.
The ash-blonde unravels the newspaper, revealing two dolls, the both of them eerily identical to y/n and Bakugo.
Y/n's had all of her features, like her e/c eyes or her overalls. Bakugo's had everything from his raincoat to a set of red button eyes.
Bakugo turns and hands y/n's own doll to her.
The duo look at each other in sync, both of their faces plastered with a slightly fearful mix of confusion.
"What the fuck?"
"Watch your language Katsuki."
"What is this?"
Y/n narrowed her eyes at the lifeless doll, a small wave of uneasiness suddenly washing over her.
What if she was being watched? Who made the doll? Why is it here?
The young girl looks at Bakugo, who seems to be thinking the same thing. The both of them shared the same weirded out faces.
"What's the kid's name anyway?" Mitsuki asks.
Y/n holds the doll in her hand. "Kirishima. He's my best friend that lives in the area."
Bakugo scoffs. "Doesn't that idiot know we're waay too old for shitty dolls?"
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With both of their own dolls in their hands, Bakugo saunters through the hallway of the house.
Y/n decides to break the slightly awkward silence.
"Dontcha think that it's weird that these... dolls look exactly like us? And that there's two of them?" She asks.
Bakugo pauses and turns around. "As if I didn't think that already. Shitty hair couldn't have made them during the time it took for us to walk back down here."
Y/n stares at the figure in her hand. "Yeah, I guess it's just creeping me out a bit too much." She mutters with a nervous huff, trying to brush off the seriousness of her fear.
Bakugo notices the tone in her voice. "I'm sure it's nothing, dumbass." He says with the slightest shard of a reassuring smile.
"Pffft-" The girl snickers while covering her mouth.
"What're you laughing at you idiot?!!" Bakugo shouts at y/n.
Y/n snickers. "Nothing!" She snorts.
"SPIT IT OUT DUMBASS!" Bakugo barked, his hands ready to shake her shoulders into oblivion.
"IM SO SORRY BUT YOU TRIED SMILING AND IT LOOKED LIKE A CONSTIPATED CLOWN AHAHA-"
Bakugo's eyes now turn to comical, angry slits. "SHUT UP YOU BITCH I DID NOT!!"
"YOU DIDDD LMAO-" Y/n screams, doubling over with her doll in her other hand.
The ash-blonde grips his doll in his hand and glares at her.
"You done yet dipshit ?" He asks in a hushed and threatening tone.
'Oh shit that was hot-'
Y/n brushes off the thought and stands up straight, her face struggling to stay still without a chuckle.
She looks into his raging eyes with a humoring smirk. He glares back into her eyes, trying to intimidate her but failing due to the flush on his cheeks.
He flusters, not knowing what to do.
"What're you lookin' at, dumbass?!" He asks with a pout.
"Nothing..." she chuckles. "Why're you always so grouchy?"
Bakugo looks genuinely offended. "I'm not grouchy!!"
"Pfft- yes you are."
"Whatever, let's just go." He swerves around, leading towards the office area.