she 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.
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"SO WHERE are we going?" I question, kicking rocks as we walk. He lets out a sigh and stops walking, "Not sure" he looks over to me, "Got any ideas?"
I think for a moment, finger softly tapping my chin, "Arcades are never boring" I shrug. He nods, and begins to walk again, "I know a good one nearby, I go often"
I raise my brow at this comment, being the arrogant and nonfriendly person he is, who would he be going to the arcade with? If anyone.
I ignore the thought and follow him. A few minutes into the walk, my phone dings. Bakugo eyes me for a second. I pull out my phone, it was a message from my mom.
She sent me a picture, and so I click on the notification.
And god, I almost wish I didn't.
"No fucking way" I gasp, laughing a little, Bakugo had now been interested in what you were seeing, "What is it? Show me" He slows down and leans over your shoulder, trying to get a look, and the second he does, he starts giggling as well.
"Why did we look like that" I point at the photo. It was a photo of Bakugo and I in third grade, our parents were forcing us to hang out, since they were best friends. Bakugo seemed to be pulling my hair and I was yelling at him.
"I hated that day" he continues laughing, "If you hated it, I loathed it with a burning passion" I facepalm, thinking of how bothersome Bakugo was.
"You used to be even more annoying than you are now" I joke.
"You're still as annoying as you were." he bores.
We continue squabbling until we get to the arcade, buying some tickets and then eventually starting the games. He challenged me in a shooter game and we begin the match.
The fight began and I had combo'd him easily, looking over at his gaped mouth.
"I was just warming up. Rematch." He shrugs his shoulders and presses a button to start another match, "Whatever you say, you dope" you muttered the last part under your breath, smiling a bit. He immediately turns his attention to you instead of the game; "WHAT'D YOU CALL-"
"You lose!" The game reported, signaling Bakugo had lost to me again.
"Lmao L"
I put down the guns and walk over to another game. Bakugo drops his gun and looks into the palm of his hands.
"Who am I...what is wrong with me today" he contemplates, before following behind me. You can feel your face cringe at his behavior.
