Pastimes of the Invisible Girl

Valentines Special Part 2

Because what Bakugou needs is a girl with more balls than him.

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The first bout of awkward silence on their walk into town was torture.

This is why people go for dates at the amusement park, he thought savagely. Then the rides and games could take up the talking for you. And it wasn't like he'd ever been a chatterbox to begin with. Speeches were not his forte, as they usually included a bunch of empty words you didn't mean and pseudo inspiring pep talks, both of which Bakugou took to like Deku to a group of skimpily clad girls.

So, maybe he just had to say something he meant?

Before he could think better of that, he had to open his gawd damn mouth.

"You look cute today."

Instantly he wanted to punch himself in the face.

His invisible girlfriend gave a single snort to that and didn't even have the decency to try and save him.

"Brilliant move."

He ducked his hot face to the side and just stopped himself from whining 'I'm trying, okay?'

Then he felt that soft, little hand of hers slip under his arm to twine her own about his bicep.

"Not like I was going to do any better," she said, in a softer tone she'd had yet to use since they'd last kissed in her room. "I'm sorry. Let me try. What are your parents like? Are they still together?"

He frowned. "Is that your first concern about people's parents?"

"Actually, yeah. Most of the couples in my family are divorced. My dad had a quirk of turning invisible for a short time and he just had to use it for all the wrong reasons."

And since he was all too eager to keep the talking going. "Being?"

"Shagging my grade school biology teacher. And my vice principle. And a teacher from a nearby high school. I think schools turned him on."

"...uh..."

"Oh, sorry, what do you say to that? Your parents. I choose you. Go!"

He happily complied. "They're disgusting."

"As in love or bathroom jokes?"

"Love. My mom's like a feral chihuahua and my dad's like the simping dog lover who can't get enough of her. And they both think it's funny to wait till I'm around to make out like they're horny teenagers." He pretended to gag.

She giggled and he wished he could see her expression. He wished he could see her smile. Maybe even that tender one that turned him to goo, as though she were the dog lover and him the rabid dog.

He wanted to punch himself again.

"So you take after your mom then?"

Damn it, it was like she read his mind--again! "I take after God."

"Oh, well excuse me, Chuck Norris." But her words laughed, and he felt good that she caught his joke.

"Who do you take after?" he asked.

"Cleopatra," she said, and her sleeve moved as she used her other arm to make a gesture he would never see. "Ginger skips generations, you see. And I haven't seen my face long enough to compare it to anyone's. Maybe I can have you meet them and tell me. If you can still remember my face, that is."

For some reason, that offended him.

"Of course I remember."

"Of course you remember," she just said, both patronizing and coquettish. "But I don't think you'll be allowed to compare breasts."