The Tempo Life Brings

Meet-Ups

The long plane ride Midoriya and Bakugo are on is nearly at their destination sometime in the early evening, and to pass some time, Midoriya chooses to read a book he fetched from home while Bakugo snoozes off. The green-haired male glimpses over to the ash-blond male to see what he's dreaming about because he can't tell if the other male is having a nightmare.

It isn't a nightmare, but one of those flashback dreams from earlier in the year.

Lynnette slapped Bakugo across the face as hard as possible, her breathing heavy, and her body shook as anger consumed her mind, relinquishing any common sense and toleration she had for him. She watched the ash-blond male touch his cheek carefully with his fingertips, wincing a little as he grazed the area; a stinging pain loomed on his face. He momentarily felt water droplets on his cheeks, and he looked up to see tears falling from the raven-haired woman's eyes, anger and pain evident on her face.

"Wait–" Bakugo began, but Lynnette cut him off.

"–I'm not waiting around for your shallow apology," Lynnette spoke, her voice quivering, "and I hope that slap sobered you up because I know as a damn fact you wouldn't want me to do it again."

Lynnette got up from the bed and wiped her tears away, hoping no one would ask if she was crying when she walked out of the room. Before she could leave, Bakugo grabbed her wrist, but this time the grasp on it didn't feel too harsh like the ride back here. There's something else; repentant, compassion, all of those emotions radiated from the ash-blond male, and Lynnette could tell from not looking at him to see he was sorry. Regardless, she still turned around to see that apologetic look on his face, and she was correct, but it was still astonishing to her.

She took a deep breath and reached out to cup his face; nonetheless, he winched a bit from the tender mark on his face when she slapped him minutes ago, but he didn't care. "Look," she sighed, "what you did on the way back was unacceptable. My trust in you and maybe my feelings for you might have vanished. However," Lynnette softly smiled before continuing, "in some alternate universe, maybe we would be together because I know you're a decent person underneath, but not now." The raven-haired woman briefly pecked him on the lips before he drew her in for a tight hug, regretting his decision to treat her carelessly.

"Bakugo," a voice calls out to his subconscious state, "we're here."

Midoriya's endeavors to reach out to the ash-blond male are unsuccessful until the green-haired male lightly shakes him on the arm, compelling him to jerk from his slumber. Bakugo darts around to see Midoriya startled by the ash-blond male's reaction, but the ash-blond male settles himself down when he sees a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Oh," Bakugo says, "it's just you. We're finally here?"

"Yeah," Midoriya responds, "we landed about a minute ago."

Bakugo stretches his arms over his head before getting out of his chair and seizing the carry-on luggage he brought onto the flight. Midoriya clasps his bag and book, and they both make their way out of the plane, wondering what the future holds for them when they figure out what to do next.

"So," Midoriya begins questioning, "it looked like you were dreaming back there. What was it about?"

"It was nothing," Bakugo fibs, "so don't worry about it."

There are two causes why the ash-blond male doesn't want to talk about his dream: they're in public, and Bakugo doesn't apprehend why that came into his mind in a dream-like circumstance. He hasn't regarded that part of the night since the day after it happened. Still, he wonders if that was a "wake-up call" to him, causing him to acknowledge how much of a fool he was and conceivably making him understand he had it too well with Kirishima at the time. Nevertheless, there's another possibility the motivation behind that was because that was the last interaction he had with the raven-haired woman. He never got the opportunity to apologize to her appropriately. Understood, he could have done it at innumerous junctures, but he supposed doing it in person was considerably better; plus, texting or calling someone in an entirely different time zone is a nuisance.