"Taikyaki for breakfast?!"
The sudden loudness of Izuku's voice snapped you awake, along with the hushed whispers the two of them partook in, snapping back and forth at each other.
You closed your eyes again slowly, not ready to face the chaos being with the two of them would bring.
Your mind began to wander to the events of last night. After the two of you exchanged permission to use first names, you went to sleep.
The two of you were unable to communicate properly—both way to embarrassed for your own sanity.
Though, what made things worse...you woke up in the middle of the night to your body pressed up again his, his scarred arm clutching your back tightly.
You had no idea how you successfully got out of that situation.
"No way! I was sure I heated them on defrost mode!" Izuku's frantic voice stopped you from reliving the memory.
"You dummy, look!" Gramps shouted. "You crammed 'em on a plate that's too big!!"
You groaned, rolling over as the two of them continued shouting.
You threw the blanket off yourself and stood, stretching slowly as you tapped around the floor in search of your house slippers.
"Can you even move like that?" You heard your grandfather's voice more clearly now. You slipped your feet into your slippers and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes.
"I'm not sure!"
"Why don't we wake up that girl and find out?"
"I'm awa-" You stopped speaking abruptly as you entered the kitchen and saw Izuku standing there in a ready fighting stance, with gorgeous green lightning flickering around his entire body.
**
"So not fair." You grumbled to yourself as you sat on the steps in front of the house. "Why do I get thrown out while they fight?" You reached down and flicked a pebble, who did nothing wrong, down the steps.
You flinched at the sound of something being thrown around (or hitting a wall) inside. Thinking about the hours you spent cleaning yesterday, your irritation only grew.
You were snapped out of your grumbling when your phone buzzed in your pocket.
Pulling it out, your brows furrowed at the unknown number.
***-***-****
How's your internship going?
"What the hell?" You muttered.
Y/n
Don't text me you creep
***-***-****
I'm not a fucking creep eyebags!
You blinked, you would have never expected Bakugou to text so formally.
Y/n
Ahhh bakubro! It's good to hear from you buddy 🤪 how's it going with the Best Jeanist?
Bakugou
You would use cursed emojis
Y/n
There's nothing wrong with them 😞
Bakugou
I hate it here.
Y/n
Not going as planned?
Bakugou
I asked about yours first!
Y/n
Jeez jeez so angry
It's not going how I thought either. I'm stuck at Izuku's internship
Bakugou
...
"He stopped typing?" You grumbled as you watched the bubble disappear, the read receipt staring back at you.
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The One Who Lived // Izuku Midoriya
FanfictionY/n Aizawa has lived a life full of secrets, ones she has kept and those kept from her. Even though her past is a blur, she has always been set on becoming a hero, out of spite and the desire for pride. When the truth of her past slowly unveils, she...
