The Future Firecracker

39 | INVITATION

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
'invitation'

Like Shoto said, his older sister and Iida's older brother got the picture off online in under a few hours. Apart from that, dinner went great. You loved it, it was one of the best things you've eaten. Katsuro ended up loving what you and Bakugou cooked too, so did everyone else.

This morning, Aizawa greeted you with a 'what the fuck' look. He didn't swear, it would be unprofessional, however, it was obvious he wanted to.

He asked about the news and how you and Bakugou handled it, which was fairly okay despite the whole of UA now knowing that Bakugou was your 'boyfriend', you being his 'girlfriend' and both parents to Katsuro.

"Yeah, totally fine. Apart from the fact it's not true, minus being parents but— yeah."

Walking to the main building was more nerve-racking than ever. Although you were one of the later students, there were still many people standing by the lockers at the entrance today.

Usually, they wouldn't mind you. But after Monoma's stunt and the news, the students were acting like it was the start of high school when you and Shoto walked in together, being recognised for your famous parents. Except now, you were a parent with Bakugou.

Bakugou decided he was going to be nice and didn't leave you alone to deal with, in his words, 'these shitty extras' this early.

Aizawa had also hidden Katsuro in his 'spare' sleeping bag he carried to school so he wouldn't be bombarded by drama-hungry teenagers (Monoma). So that was one less then you had to worry about.

"You didn't have to walk with me, you know," you said to Bakugou, opening your locker. Then, you switched your outdoor shoes to your white indoor ones. Bakugou did the same, his locker next to yours. "I'm completely fine on my own."

"Dumbass. I heard you pacing in your room, hyperventilating to yourself."

"How did you know? Boom boom boy, are you a stalker?" you asked with amusement, tying your tie while looking in the mirror on the door of your locker. "You're obsessed with me that you stand outside my room listening to my panting. Do you want to hear more?"

Bakugou looked towards the floor and leaned against the lockers, rolling his eyes heavily as he finished gathering his books for the first class. "Why is it every single one of our shitty conversations end up being something sexual? It's so—"

"Inappropriately funny?" you finished. After your tie, you got your books from your locker too. "Believe it or not, Kacchan, teenagers have a lot of hormones and dirty thoughts. I'd be worried if our conversations didn't have suggestive innuendos."

"Tch. True," he said. When you closed your locker, you reached down for your bag. However, Bakugou got there first.

"Hey—"

"You said act like a couple. Fucking let me carry it," he said, putting both bags over his shoulder. "And pull your damn skirt down, people could see your ass underneath it."

"You mean you can see my ass underneath? No one is looking except you." Crossing your arms over your chest, lifted your chin and took your bag back with a small smirk. "And I can carry my bag, I'm not used to having you act like a gentleman. Just be your regular, explosive self. If we were really dating, that's what I would fall for."