Unmade [Bakugo X Female Reader]

Transmission

You slipped on another one of his shirts and a hoodie, and wore the tennis and socks that you brought in your bag the only two clean things you had left basically. Without counting the nice dress and heels but you weren't about to spend a weekend in a dress.

The two of you left on his car, cruising through the night with music thumping from the speakers and the night sky as the ceiling. You arrived at your house and invited him in, "I don't why you're so set on getting clothes, you're going to be naked any–"

You threw a pillow at him, he caught in time, "Don't start something you can't finish spitfire," He flexed his hands making sure to make his veins pop and squished the pillow underneath.

You stuck your tongue out, "No, I think she"  pointing to your crotch, "Has had enough."

You went back to packing, "Besides if I do this now, I won't have to be worrying about not having things over at your house. You should do the same for when you stay over at mine's."

"True, but I didn't bring anything so another time I guess." You nodded and he looked around from where he was standing.

Your house was more homey, stacks of magazines and CDs littered corners, stuffed animals of varying sizes, potted plants, finished and unfinished paintings and drawings, and lots of pictures.

He cringed at some, because younger him was in them, "You kept that?" You looked up from what you were doing and walked up next to him, your eyes trailed to what he was talking about.

"Ah. Of course! You look adorable in that picture."

A lot of things were happening in that picture, Mina took it. Her face was poking from one of the corners, Kaminari was arguing with Sero because he thought the latter had stolen a bite from his kebab, Kirishima was suspiciously walking away from the two, you had turned from Bakugo. He was staring at the hanami dango you had just placed in his hand and you were grinning like an idiot.

You were late into your second year about to transition into your third year, and you had invited the class over for a festival in the west. You had a great time with them.

You giggled remembering the picture, "Camie teased me, saying that I wasn't brave enough to hand you the candy."

"Proved her wrong," he nudged you playfully, "Yeah I did." You looked at the wall of pictures, "Kats what about that one?" You pointed up at one of the more hidden ones, it was a photo taken on your last year of high school.

It was the day of a written exam used to renovate the hero license, everyone was sitting together both Shiketsu and U.A.

The desks were crowded with multiple chairs to accommodate everyone, Bakugo just somehow managed to land in yours and he had fallen asleep on the desk, everyone was busy chatting and having a good time not paying much mind to it.

You peeked at Katsuki from the corner of your eye, his cheeks were blushed over, "I was tired... and you were scratching my head by the way.." he excused, trying to defend his actions.

"Mhm, sure." You gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back to packing.

He moved closer to the wall, silently looking over every single picture. "Y/n."

"Yeah?"

"You don't have any recent pictures with your parents,"

"I do, in the corner there is one,"

Bakugo looked at the said picture, it was a recent picture of your parents in Italy. But just your parents, not you and them.

"You're not with them though, they haven't visited?"