𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪)

chapter fifteen.

"i just find it weird, in all honesty." shoto replied over their facetime. 

y/n furrower her eyebrows in confusion. "why would it be weird?" she asked. shoto sighed, grabbing the phone and explaining to her what was on his mind this entire time.

"think about this: why would i want my best friend, someone who i've known for more than 8 years, someone who's a kind and selfless person, to be with somebody who's known for being a jackass? i mean does that not just seem oddly? hell, that man almost murdered your own father, for crying out loud!" the dual-haired ranted. "he's also at my house, at this very moment." shoto sighed, getting up and taking his phone with him.

y/n just laughed, her h/c hair slightly messy. "now that you put it like that, it does sound kind of screwed up."

 it was about 4pm, and she was currently in her garage, cleaning her car. when she needs a peace moment, or is stressed, she cleans her car. at least the outside. and even though carwashes are much more effective, they aren't her type. the last time she got an actual wash? about 16. i mean, it was much more efficient, even though it was more work. she prefers everything with her car she does, or with some of her friends. 

glancing at the camera, she wiped sweat with the back of her hand and saw him. the man who absolutely destroyed her insides last night. she bit her lip at the memory. katsuki, however, glanced over at the camera, who was with denki and kirishima, since they were now just all hanging out. his eyes brightened up, and a sinister smile was on his lips.

"well hey there mechanic girl, long time no see." he winked, adding a slight chuckle. kirishima and denki both laughed, high fiving each other. mina and sero covered their mouths, and kyoka's went agape. shoto sighed in disappointment. 

"bakugou, i swear on god if you corrupt y/n." shoto threatened, his dual toned eyes boaring into katsuki's red ones.

"hah?" katsuki smirked. "she was already corrupted enough, and last time didn't make it any better! she was so tight arou- THE HELL!?" he was interrupted with a punch to the stomach from shoto, and a phone drop. y/n covered her mouth, having it block around her now, crimson cheeks. multiple "damn" and "are you okay?" 's were heard from the phone, to y/n.

"suck it up, dynamight." shoto spat, picking up his phone and hanging it up, with a scoff erupting from his throat. y/n, on the other hand, touched the tips of her fingers to her lips, getting reminded about the many memories she had with her boom box. she wondered what deal he made now. who was it with? was it dangerous? and then, she heard a knock coming from her garage's door. door. with no hesitation, she opened it. 

which showed an infuriated deku and an urunaka who looked like she was his mom.

"good morning, deku." y/n replied, with little enthusiasm as she threatened to close it on them. they both ran it, and izuku toppled y/n to the ground, causing her phone to drop. urunaka covered her mouth, her big brown eyes having worry all over them. 

"DID YOU ACTUALLY SLEEP WITH KACCHAN Y/N!?" the green haired boy screeched, almost burning y/n's ear off. and out of irritation, she took izuku's neck with her hand and threw him off of her, annoyance scattering her voice. she got up, shimmying off the dust from the garage floor.

"oh hey urunaka!" the h/c-nette smiled at her friend, earning a nervous giggle from the brunette. y/n hummed, looking back at the boy who was on the wet ground. "any midoriya, yes i slept with him, for the last time. i know, it's a lot too process. but it's not like we are officially dating or anything yet." the e/c girl emphasized. and with a half-washed car, and 2 people in her garage, y/n picked up her phone and went to her contacts. she smiled, seeing his contact and clicking on it, laughing at the picture she secretly took on their first race when he lost: his expression showing his usual scowl and an embarrassed blush on his nose. and with no hesitation, she pressed call. and was greeted with not the voice of his usual, raspy one, but with soft pants and sighs.

from a woman. that definitely wasn't y/n's voice. this was high pitched, and whiny. 

but what she said next, drew the line entirely for y/n.

"ah~, katsu~" is all what the h/c-nette needed to here, before rushing out of her room and into her interceptor.

a/n: what'd i tell you all- its happening