"Nerd?" He asked. "You're awake?"
[Y/n] blushed and looked at a point just over his ear, embarrassed at the fact she had just cuddled into his chest. "What are you doing?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing. Why were you sleeping on the side of my house?"
I looked away even farther. "I didn't know this was your house. I was lost."
"Why aren't you home?"
"Uh...my adoptive dad kicked me out."
"Tch. That lazy asshole. Why'd he kick you out?"
"We got in an argument."
"About what?"
"I actually don't know." That was the honest truth. What had that argument been about?
"Well, what did you guys say?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Fair. Where are you gonna sleep?"
"I was going to sleep outside."
He tched. "If you wanna, you can sleep in my house, nerd."
"Really?" her eyes grew wide in childish, comical surprise and happiness.
"Sure, yeah. Have you eaten?"
"No."
"You sack of dog shit! You have to eat. C'mon, follow me, the old lady's going all-out tonight, so you're pretty lucky." He let her down.
She fell over. She tried to ease herself slowly and calmly to her feet, but she couldn't.
He turned around from the porch steps. "What, are ya trying to do a funky chicken dance? Get your bitch ass over here!"
"I-I can't." She hated those words, the sound of them emitting from her lips. It made her look weak. But truly, right then, she was. She wasn't only physically hurt, but she was emotionally damaged from hearing Aizawa's painful words. He had been someone she thought was good and kind to her, because he always had been. Keyword: had. Lately he had been becoming more and more stressed, unable to focus enough to even cook a small meal or grade papers without staying up all night because he would get stuck on the same questions and words, rereading them until his eyes grew glazed over and faded.
He sighed and stomped across the ground to you. "I can't believe I have to carry your ass."
"I can't believe it, either," she mumbled to herself.
2nd Person
Katsuki picked you up, unconsciously cradling you in his arms like a baby. He carried you into the house and then set you down on a kitchen stool.
"Whose your little friend?" Mitsuki Bakugou called from the kitchen.
"None of your business!" He snapped back.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You demon little devil spawn of mine, child of my loins, go and set the table."
"Why would I wanna do that dumb shit?" He was setting the table as he spoke.
Mitsuki turned to you. "Hello, dear. What's your name?"
"Y/n L/ --"
"Don't bother her, she's tired."
"Shut up, little shit," she snapped back. She turned back to you, a smile spreading across her face. "Again, before my son rudely interrupted, what's your name?"
"Y/n L/n."
"What a pretty name! Would you like one chicken or two?"
"Give me three, old hag!"
"SHUT UP!" She roared at him. She turned back to you with a bright smile that lit up the whole room. "Again, how many would you like?"
"If it's not impolite, ma'am, two."
"Call me Mitsuki." She flashed that beautiful, warm smile again. She was so welcoming, and the smile was genuine, not fake.
"Of course, Mitsuki."
She peered down at your hands. "What happened?" She frowned at the bandages.
"Oh, this? I got a second-degree burn while doing Battle Trials earlier. I'm okay though. I've had worse. In fact, I was teamed up with Katsuki here."
"How'd my little demon spawn do?"
"Good. He beat up Izuku pretty damn well. I'm actually shocked he isn't in a coma with the way Bakugou was trying to kill him."
She glared daggers at her blond son. "What did I tell you about beating on that poor boy? Inko is a very nice woman, and so is her little boy. I thought you and Midoriya were still friends. What happened?"
He kicked you under the table, and your eyes watered in pain. You reached under the table with both hands and grasped your shin tightly.
Mitsuki noticed the look of pain on your face and in your bloodshot, tearing up eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," You half wheezed, half croaked.
"Y/n here will be sleeping over," Katsuki said.
"That's nice! Where will you be sleeping?" She looked at you.
"Do you have a guest bedroom? Or I could camp out on the sofa..."
"You can sleep in the guest bedroom," she said. "I just changed the sheets yesterday, so they should be fresh, clean, and comfortable."
"Thank you very much. Do you have a bathroom?"
"Second door on the left," she answered and cocked a finger to the ceiling.
"Thanks, Mitsuki." You slipped off the stool and went upstairs to urinate.
While she peed, she thought hard and long what she would do tomorrow. Tomorrow was Thursday, which meant she had two days to go before the weekend. Two more days she had to see that- that-
(5 minute time skip bc i dont like writing detailed scenes of pissing and/or shitting. Its personally gross, especially when im about to write about Mitsuki's amazing coking)
You washed your hands with soap like a clean young woman and went downstairs. A pile of mashed potatoes, two corn cobs, and two chickens laid on your plate. There was a glass of water next to your plate, and beside it was a small cup of soup with bits and pieces of carrots, potatoes, and chicken in it.
"The soup is an appetizer, or if you're still hungry after dinner, something to eat. Dessert is ice cream Oreo cake."
You smiled. "Thank you so much. This was so kind of you and the food smells delicious."
"Thank you. Y/n. Can I call you that?"
"Of course."
"Right. Well, Katsu, treat your nice girlfriend well."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! AND SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" He screamed, his cheeks flushing from the childhood pet name.
She smirked. "Have a nice night, (Y/n." She went upstairs with her food, leaving you and Katsuki alone in the kitchen.
A/n: This is short and a kinda late update, but ill post more at 1am EST, which is in 3 hours- actually 2 hours and 6 minutes cus its 10:54, just turned 55
