bowser bakugou x reader x wet bowser

chapter 7 *ೃ༄

two years had passed since (y/n) and bowser bakugou were kicked out of UA. after the death of principal nezu, bowser bakugou discovered the truth about (y/n)'s father. he had no idea her father was the biggest mafia boss in the country. despite this, it didn't make bowser bakugou think of (y/n) any differently.

the two were walking down the street on the way to get boba, (y/n) held bowser bakugou's hand in hers, swinging it back and forth as they walked. she giggled, her tail swishing back and forth happily. bowser bakugou felt his cheeks heat up and he hoped she didn't notice.

is this... is this a date? he thought to himself, no, don't be stupid! we're only getting boba, we do that all the time. but why is she holding my hand...? it's really warm...

bowser bakugou's racing thoughts were cut off as the pair of them heard the sound of engines revving in the distance. the sounds got louder and louder when suddenly the flash of a green convertible passed them, followed by several other cars tailing behind. they could hear the sound of the driver cackling, before he drifted around a tight turning and left (y/n) and bowser bakugou in the dust.

"wow..." (y/n) whispered, her eyes filled with admiration. she suddenly pulled her hand out of his, pointing in the direction of the cars, "wait, was that wet bowser?!"

bowser bakugou stiffened at the sound of that name. after all these years wet bowser severed as a constant reminder of his inadequacies. he didn't say anything, his fists clenching at his sides.

"that was pretty amazing..."

that one sentence felt like a stab in the heart. he had always been secretly jealous of wet bowser; the way he carried himself, the air of confidence he had about him, how everyone seemed to notice him wherever he went. not only could everyone else see it, but (y/n) could too. bowser bakugou said nothing, there was nothing to say.

"are you coming, bowkugou?" (y/n) smiled, holding her hand out for him to take, "let's not forget about our boba!"

he tried to stay mad at her, but he just couldn't. not when she looked at him with such kind eyes, such a warm smile. he took her small hand in his as the two continued walking, and it wasn't long before they arrived at the boba shop.

"i think i'm going to get taro with tapioca again, what about you bowkugou?" (y/n) said, looking at the menu.

bowser bakugou read over the menu, nothing really catching his eye. he wasn't the biggest fan of boba but he knew (y/n) loved it, so he always took her to get it whenever he could. he came across something he hasn't tried before, read bean boba.

bowser bakugou was a fan of dorayaki, the sweet bean paste was his favourite. it probably tastes the same, he thought, shrugging to himself.

the two sat outside as (y/n) sipped her boba, "are you going to try yours, bowkugou?"

(y/n) watched as he took a sip of his drink, his face instantly souring as he spat it out all over her. (y/n) shrieked as she was covered in bean juice.

"i'm so sorry, (y/n)!!" bowser bakugou cried, his face bright red as he desperately mopped at her shirt with a napkin.

***

the two of them walked home together, bowser bakugou cursing himself the entire way home. despite the number of times (y/n) assured him it was fine, bowser bakugou was still beating himself up over what had happened. why the fuck did i have to do that?! she's probably disgusted with me right now...

(y/n) noticed bowser bakugou's expression, and she knew he was still thinking about it. she tried her best to break the silence, "i can't believe we saw wet bowser today!"

there it was again. just as he had forgotten about it, she went and reminded him again. why is she so obsessed with wet bowser? he thought, his jaw clenching, well i mean i guess i can't blame her, he's everything i'm not after all...

thoughts of insecurity began flooding bowser bakugou's mind. he wanted nothing more than for (y/n) to see him the way her saw her.

i want to be good enough for her, bowser bakugou thought, i want to be the man she wants me to be.

***

he went home that night, turning on his laptop as he began to research street racing. he knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with (y/n) if he carried on like this. if he was going to compete with wet bowser, he had to do so literally.

he knew he was going to need a car. not sure where to start, bowser bakugou tried a simple google search.

'best cars for street racing'

his eyes widened at the price, there was no way he was going to be able to afford anything close to that. bowser bakugou remembered the 500,000 yen his dad had left for him before he passed, and as grateful as he was, it didn't even come close to the amount he needed for the porsche wet bowser had.

he came across articles about people who had fixed up their regular cars for street racing, his eyes widening as he skimmed through pages and pages of information. fixing up a second hand car probably wouldn't have (y/n) fawning over him, but bowser bakugou hoped that once he polished his driving skills she might start to notice him, and maybe even admire him eventually.

he came across a used car site, deciding on a red ford fiesta. he glanced at the price; was he really about to spend almost all of the money his dad had left for him on a used car?

i have to do this, bowser bakugou thought, after all these years i want to finally be better than wet bowser...