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✄┈TIP TAP WAS the sound of your sneakers on the marble floor. Class was completely boring, it mainly consisted of you and Bakugo competing for who could answer the most questions. It reminded you of when you were younger, you and Bakugo had always had a competitive relationship, but once in a while Bakugo was kind.
You think back on a specific moment as you walked to lunch.
You weren't really bullied as a kid, but in the fourth grade, there was a certain girl who just wouldn't stop attempting to torment you, she would insult you, try to humiliate you in front of the class, and spread rumors about you, she even went as far as to make your class purposely exclude you from sports and games during recess.
It wasn't as bad as it sounded though, most times the class wouldn't agree with her, and could tell she just wanted attention, but a few times she had her little girl group join in.
There was a certain day where she drew all over your new bag, you had showed some of your friends how cute you thought your bag was, and that you mom bought it for you. Most likely out of jealousy, the girl drew all over it. Normally she wouldn't get you down, but this time you were really sad.
That day during recess you didn't wanna be around anyone, you wanted to sulk in peace, but Bakugo had other plans. He had taken you behind a tree and said he had something he wanted to give you.
"A flower?" You observe the slightly dead daisy Bakugo had picked for you, it was quite smushed from the way Bakugo was gripping it, but it was the thought that counts.
The memory was something that confused you, because Bakugo was usually rude and disrespectful, but you did catch him pull a few of these moments, once in a while.
You walk into the cafeteria and look around. It was still your first day, and you hadn't met anyone yet. You could feel yourself getting more anxious, you didn't want to sit with the girls in your class, they didn't know you and you didn't want to bother them, but it would be better than sitting alone or with the boys.
"Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot or are you gonna sit down"
You turn to see Bakugo with a chip bag held in his mouth, sitting down on a mostly empty cafeteria table, with two or so people sitting a few feet away.
Well, fuck it.
You sit down right next to Bakugo. He raises an eyebrow, he assumed you'd sit across, but no, you chose to sit right beside him, a little too close for comfort, your legs were touching, to which you both swiftly jerked your legs away.
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Fanficshe was confident and dreamy, he was even more confident, maybe a little less dreamy. nonetheless they were perfect for each other. ᴄᴜᴛᴇ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ➪ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ. Vᴇʀʏ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴏɴᴅ. read if u want ( ˘ ³˘)...