Hi babes 😘
School is killing me 😌🙈✨
I spent 3 hours on a psych activity 😑 so I haven't been answering comments and stuff. Sorry guys 😓😓
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Bakugo's POV
"You want to go on a picnic?"
"Yeah, I figure we can invite Jenny and Kirishima obviously. It's less suspicious and they'll get to spend time together," (y/n) hummed. I narrowed my eyes at her plan.
"I thought you were going to be meddling less in people's love lives," I stated and she smirked.
"Okay so maybe I lied," she shrugged. I crossed my arms over my chest and she gave me a puppy dog type of look. Her hands placed themselves at my hips, her own twisting side to side. It wasn't in a a sultry kind of way, but instead was what I could only describe as dorky. The type of idle dancing you might do by yourself in your room. Not that I do that of course. "Please? You get to hold my hand!"
"We'll be in public, do you want another press issue?"
"No, but you said you'd protect me from that," she said, pouting at me. I rolled my eyes, feeling my heart squeeze. I hated when she did such little things that drove me crazy for no reason.
"That I did. Unfortunately."
"Awe, you're a meanie," she said. She slipped her hands into the front pockets of my sweatpants pulling me closer by the outer side of the pockets, almost like if I had a belt or the loops to hold it.
"Oi, what the fuck are you doing, get your cold ass hands out of my pants," I argued, trying to tug her hands out. My face was growing increasingly hot. She grinned devilishly at me and at the context of the situation.
"They're cold! You just said so, that's why they're in there! Come on Kacchan, I know you love me," she cooed, pulling me hard towards her.
"Hands out." She grumbled and took her hands from my pockets, crossing her arms.
"No fun, that's what you are," she scoffed, turning away from me obnoxiously. "You just lost all of my pocket privileges."
"You're the only one who does that," I replied and she just huffed, turning her nose up.
"Well just go on, leave me to go see Joue," she said, pretending to feel faint, her hand against her head. "How will I ever shake hands with Wash if I have such cold hands? Sigh."
"Quit saying the word sigh as if you're doing it," I replied.
"SIGH."
"Oh fine, you fucking big baby," I sighed. She turned around, shoving her frigid hands back into the pockets of my sweatpants. "For the record, Wash is almost all metal. He can't feel your cold fucking hands."
"Metal is a heat conductor. I beg. To. Differ," she pointed out and I let out a real sigh. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, placing my chin on her head. She snuggled her face into my chest, balling her hands up into fists. "Your heart is always beating so fast, you should relax."
"That's your fault."
"Oh..." she said initially. She glanced up at me, the tip of chin in my chest. I peered down at her, my ears tinging red. "Awe."
"Oh shove it, it's not a big deal," I scoffed and she smiled, placing her ear back against my chest. I placed my lips against the top of her head, staying there for a while.
"Alright, you say hello to Joue for me, I'm going to meet up with Wash," she said, obvious excitement flashing over her face as she retrieved her hands from my pockets. She stood up tall, pursing her lips for a kiss. I stifled a smile, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. I curled my fingers into my palms to keep them from crackling as she pulled away. "We can head to your house tomorrow morning to see my mom!"
"Hope the internship is fun for you."
"Thanks sexy," she replied and I deadpanned, giving her a discouraging expression.
"Really?"
"Oh come on!"
"Whatever," I sighed. "I'll see you later."
"Bye KitKat," she said with a smirk, leaving me to my room. I still had a couple of minutes before I had to leave and see Joue for my first anger management session. I pulled out my phone, heading to look for my father's ad. It had been such a long time ago that I had taken (y/n) to my father's studio. The thought was embarrassing, how obviously into her I was. Neither of us even knew I was.
The ad came up, my photo first in the catalog. I skimmed to the women's section to see a photo of (y/n) inside, the outfit for sale now. I smiled slightly. I scrolled to the new arrivals page, where we would be also. At the front was an unofficial picture. The camera must have been on a timer, which might've been my fault, but it had captured a few photos of us talking. It was casual, which I suppose was the point of this clothing line. It made sense, but the photo had somehow captured the both of us smiling. Hers was bashful, probably because of what I might've said to her, about her being gorgeous. At least back then I was as blunt as I was now. There was no beating around the bush in how attracted to (y/n) I was. My smile was reluctant but genuine, spending time with the person that would soon become one of my favorites.
I knew I had to get the actual catalog from my father. Now, upon seeing this photo, I also knew I'd cut it out and put it in a frame for her desk. She had a few pictures of her with Deku from when they were kids and one of her and her mother. She had a relatively new one now, to my recollection, of her and Mina, Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari. I was not willing to participate of course, like many of the other photos Mina had forced upon me. It would be nice to give (y/n) one of us. That could be one of her Christmas gifts, that is if we were giving each other Christmas gifts.
I texted my dad briefly about the fact I wanted a copy of the catalog and headed out towards Joue's office. It was all I had to do since I didn't have to go to my licensing class today. I headed into the office, seating myself in the main section. I had to wait for the woman at the front desk to tell me when I could go. I let my heel tap against the ground idly until she sent me back. I made my way until the end of the hall, Joue's door opening.
"Well just think about it! I can be very convincing you know!"
"Mmhmm. I know," Joue replied as Ms. Joke stepped from her office. Joue followed, looking tired and a little bewildered.
"You'd be doing me a huge favor, thanks," Joke said, turning to spot me. "Hey kid! Wanna hear a joke?"
"No."
"Wh—" she stopped, and I could see Joue stifle a laugh.
"Sorry Emi, you came in when I have an appointment," Joue said, shrugging and ushering me in. I was still technically a few minutes earlier, but it was obvious, even to me, that Joue didn't want to talk to Joke anymore.
"Alright. Consider!!" Ms. Joke said again, heading down the hall. What was she even doing here, talking to Joue of all people? Joue shut her door, letting out a big breath.
"So—"
"Consider what?" I interrupted, plopping down in a bean bag.
"Oh that's nothing," Joue replied, waving it off with a singular hand. She pulled out a notebook, flipping to a clean page.
"Why is Ms. Joke here? Do you even know her?"
"That I do," Joue replied, seating herself in a beanbag.
"How?"
"We used to go to middle school together, and elementary as well," she replied. I could very easily tell that she was reluctant to talk about Ms. Joke.
"Well why is she here? Were you friends?"
"Kind of."
"Why?"
"I don't particularly think that's any of your business Bakugo," she said, turning towards her notebook. "Now what would you like to start with?"
"What Ms. Joke wants from you?" Joue looked at me, dejected. It was late in the day, was she tired from earlier appointments in the day? I glanced at her wall, seeing that a bunch of things were in a box at the bottom. It was covered up by the shade so you couldn't see any of the extensive Aizawa things. I narrowed my eyes at her and at any other time I would've expected her to return the glare with equal ferocity. She just sat, waiting for me to give up. "Is it Aizawa-sensei?"
"No."
"I mean, Joke likes him but he fucking hates her," I pointed out. I didn't quite know what else to say in this instance, figuring this was probably the reason she was so opposed to Ms. Joke in her office. This was (y/n)'s territory. That didn't quite explain why Ms. Joke was asking for favors or what favor she was asking for. Joue let out a sigh.
"Unfortunately it is business that does not involve you, Bakugo. I cannot tell you," she replied and I let it go. I was certainly going to tell (y/n) later about the strange behavior. She then reviewed a few more anger management techniques with me, though lately I wasn't all that angry. Now that (y/n) was so close to me, I didn't see any reason to be so mad.
"I'm not so angry lately."
"Using those techniques?"
"Yeah, sometimes, but most of the time I'm with (y/n). Then I'm not angry."
"Well that's very good, you've found some people that don't make you angry," Joue said. "Keep those people, they're important."
"I know."
"Anything else?"
"I think I just want to come for regular therapy stuff," I shrugged.
"Now that you're not so angry?" I just nodded. "You can always use this time for other things, it's your time."
"Thanks."
"You're very welcome," Joue said, her heart flashing yellow very briefly. It flooded and washed away easily. Usually the color lingered, but she must be tired.
"Is there a better time to do this?"
"What do you mean? Are you not happy with your time?" Joue asked, standing up to look at her desk calendar.
"No, you just seem tired, so." She glanced up at me and smiled.
"Don't you worry about that sweetheart, I'm just fine. It's just been a long day today, nothing sleep and tomorrow can't fix," she said, stepping back around her desk. She smiled and placed her hand on my head, ruffling slightly. I scowled, not used to the attention aside from (y/n)'s.
"Next time I can bring (y/n) right?"
"That you can Bakugo. I'll see you next week."
"See you."
(Y/n)'s POV
I was stood in a nice building, quite big in comparison to my size, awaiting Wash's arrival. A hand, among many, was placed on my shoulder and I glanced around towards Shoji.
"Oh, hey!"
"You are interning with Wash as well?" He asked and I nodded.
"How come you are?" I asked.
"He's a rather high up hero who took interest in me. He's also very good with brute force, which I would like to improve on," Shoji said. I smiled up at him. It was still a tad awkward considering he had caught Kacchan and I not long ago. He knew now, but said nothing about it.
"That makes sense, I'm sure this will be a lot of fun," I said. I heard a high voice from nearby and grinned. I had heard great things about Wash and that he was actually a really fun guy. I would be sure to mention that I knew Jenny, which would score me some good points with him.
(We're going to assume he talks? Idk he's only said like one word)
"Hatanaka! Shoji! Nice to meet you!" Wash called, making his way from a short hallway that led to elevators. "I'm Wash! Nicknames? Pronouns? Anything I need to know?" I paused, realizing that I had made the right choice in choosing Wash.
"Shoji is fine. He/him," Shoji responded.
"I go by my first name, (y/n). And she/her," I replied.
"Got it! Come on and follow me! I've got a few people in my agency I'd like you to meet and then we can just chat, take a tour. I'd love to know why you're here!"
We followed him along the foyer toward the elevators. He took it up, missing a few floors. They had particularly large elevators to accommodate the size of Wash. We stopped at floor 4 which led out into a set of offices. This was where sidekicks and the agency team would most likely work.
"This is Nakatani, she's our on call agent. She gets all the information on cases and different hero radio things," Wash said, gesturing to a woman. She had a headset on and was ridiculously tall, which I saw in full when she stood up. She shook Shoji's hand, nearly meeting his height, and then mine.
"I'm going to be the one you hear through Wash's radio when he takes you out on patrols and such! You can just call me Tani."
"Nice to meet you," I added, generally speaking for both Shoji and I.
"Yes hello?"
"Uh...hi," I replied again. She smiled slightly, pointing to her headset as she returned to her desk. I felt my face go red and Wash let out a strange laugh. It was something like a laugh. We met a couple more people, less involved with us than Tani.
"Follow me in here, this is a board room," he said, gesturing to the chairs. I sat down next to Shoji, bouncing my leg nervously. It was so excited learning all the new things about a new place. "So why did you choose to intern here?" I glanced to Shoji so he could go first. He explained and I glanced around the room, trying to decipher what was written on the white board. "And you?"
"Oh, well I've got a water quirk. I want to learn how to produce really powerful bursts like you can. Minus all the soap," I said. He chuckled.
"I knew your mom of course, I'm happy to teach you. Teach you both!" Wash explained.
"Your daughter goes to UA right? Jenny?"
"Oh, yes she does," he replied.
"I just met her recently and learned about you recently too," I added.
"That's great! I love to see her making friends," he replied. "Any questions for me before we take a tour of the rest of the building. Want to make sure you're familiar with the setting."
"Nope," I replied and Shoji shook his head. We followed Wash around the extensive building, talking about what we would be doing here at this internship. I was beyond excited to get back to Kacchan and tell him about everything.
I took the train home with Shoji.
"So who else did you get?" I asked. Shoji named a few heroes. I leaned up against the railing, listening. I had never really made good friends with Shoji, even though he had been right there the whole time. He wasn't really part of Izuku's group, though I did see him hanging around from time to time with Tokoyami.
"What about you?" I talked distinctly about Miruko and my confusion with Endeavor's internship. "That's strange, though I have no doubt he would want you for an internship. You are very good with your quirk," Shoji replied.
"Thanks! You are too. I remember your sports festival performance. You did well," I commented. He thanked me. "What do you like to do for fun?" He began talking about a few things, the most prominent being reading.
We got into talking about a few books, so in-depth we almost missed our stop. When we returned to school, I promised Shoji we would head to internships together next week. I headed towards my room, stopping to text Kacchan. He was already in my room, to which I smirked. He had basically made himself comfortable in my space and presence. It was nice, but also funny. I entered, seeing him sat against my pillow on his phone.
"Well jeez, took you long enough," he grumbled.
"It was so cool! Shoji is interning too!"
"Great."
"And Wash is so nice! And this lady Tani, she's the person who gets all the crime calls. Oh and there's this great big locker room for sidekicks and their uniforms!"
"Good to see you like it so far," Kacchan comment. I flopped on my back across his lap with a sigh, turning my head to look at him.
"How was your session?"
"Fine," he replied. "But you couldn't guess who walked out of her office."
"Who? Aizawa??" I asked, getting excited by the way he was talking about it.
"Ms. Joke."
"Ms. Joke? She's not even a teacher here," I said.
"I know, she was leaving and asked Joue to consider doing her a favor. I don't know what it is, Joue wouldn't tell me. But apparently they know each other from elementary and middle school."
"Really? That's so weird. Did everyone from those schools end up in love with Aizawa-sensei?" I asked, stifling a laugh.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling it has to do with that," Kacchan replied. "Maybe she'll tell you."
"I don't know. All I know is that we need to get Joue and Aizawa together again," I said, shifting around to lay beside him. I placed an arm around his torso, cuddling up to his side.
"You really need to stop meddling."
"You tell me this information and you expect me to do nothing??"
"Fair point," he replied. He placed a free hand against my hair, scratching my scalp with the tips of his fingers.
"I can't help it, they're destined to be together."
"See, you don't know that," Kacchan countered.
"True, but I think so," I replied, shutting my eyes. "One can only hope."
"Dumbass."
"Sexy."
"Oh enough with the sexy, I'm begging you."
"Beg harder because clearly I'm not convinced."
~Caly