(-Quirkless- Bakusquad band AU)
In which Y/n is a well established underground composer/songwriter and Bakugou is the hot drummer who figures that out and uses it as blackmail.
Pronouns used for Y/n will be she/her
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【Ｓａｕｄａｄｅ】 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎
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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ
- read in dark mode -
"Pass the salt dear," Mitsuki repeated, this time finally gaining Y/n's attention.
"Oh, sorry," Y/n said, tearing her gaze away from Bakugou's intense stare. Or well, more of a glare. A glare that had been set on her for the past half hour that they'd been sitting at the dining table. Y/n focused her attention on the glass salt shaker as she lightly pushed it over to Mitsuki.
He's the one who asked me to stay for dinner.
Why is he giving me that look.
This is so uncomfortable.
Y/n clenched her fists in impatience as she watched Mitsuki slowly eat away at her meal. She and Bakugou had both eaten quickly under the unsaid agreement that they each wanted to get out of each other's sights as soon as possible.
Mitsuki on the other hand, had been chewing on the same piece of food for the past 10 minutes. At the rate she was going at, Y/n would have to stay here for the whole night before they were all done eating and the plates were clean.
Damn it old lady you better not be doing this on purpose.
This is what I get for being a good person.
Never helping old people again.
Y/n resisted the urge to shove the remaining food down the woman's throat so she could just wash the dishes and leave already.
After what seemed like forever Mitsuki sat back in her chair with a satisfied sigh, looking down at her empty plate. Both Y/n and Bakugou almost cried out in relief.
