Bakugo walked back to the funeral service, not even close to breaking a sweat. He looked well put together and he knew it. Bakugos mind was racing between thoughts of gru and thoughts of pitbull, was he right to kill gru?
"Hey, where's gru?" Obama a asked while bakugo came forward.
"Oh, i think he went home, he said he wasn't feeling well and needed to get away. Whatever that means." Bakugo had crafted a perfect excuse, if the body was ever found, there would be no reason to check forensics because it already seemed like a suicide.
"That seems fair, hope he's okay ya know, he's a few weeks sober and it would suck for him to go back to heroine..." Obama sighed and looked to the sky.
"Yeah, i just hope he doesn't feel too bad.." Bakugo responded and kicked a rock aimlessly.
"I'm sorry bakugo.. i wasn't a good friend to you," Obama started. "I understand why you were so angry, i understand everything, i was- well i am a bad person.." Bakugo looked over to Obama, emotionless. "You're not a bad person." Bakugo said in a monotoned voice. "You just follow your heart instead of taking a minute to listen to your brain, you're a dumbass, and that's probably why pitbull loved you so much," Obama glanced at bakugo, then looked back at the sky. The sun was setting and the stars began to show. "Thanks bakugo," Obama said as he placed red roses on Pitbulls grave. "Thank you." Obama wiped a tear off his cheek and layer on the dewy grass. Bakugo walked away from the grave yard and finally into his car, where he proceeded to drive home in silence.
(seven months ago)
"Gah!! Don't make a mess you idiot!!" Pitbull laughed out while obama placed whipped cream on the tip of his nose. Obama giggled as Pitbull proceeded to lean forward and quickly lick the whipping cream off obama's nose. Obama stared in awe and admiration for this man, he blushed while watching Pitbull continue to pour batter into the waffle maker. The suns rays shone through the window near the kitchen sink, giving the kitchen a golden overlay. It was truly, a perfect morning.
(Present day, obama's POV)
The grass is cold and wet but it doesn't seem to bother me, as i lay here staring up towards the stars, the street lamps begin to light up the cemetery. It doesn't scare me to be here alone. Because i know he's here, beside me, and we're holding hands and looking at the stars. Tears melt from my eyes as i smile towards the black void speckled with shining white dots above me. "I love you." I whisper towards the sky, towards the two brightest stars.
I love you too. Is what he would say.
In loving memory of Pitbull
1981-2021
Did he win a grammy, I don't know <3
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Bakugou x Gru Double Trouble (But not really)
Fanfictionstarted out as a joke but now it's just a politician fanfic.
