Supernova

Chapter Forty Nine - Cassie and the Bakugos Size Each Other Up

A/N: On tonight's episode of Supernova, Cassie meets the Bakugos. And, well, I mean. You've met her. It goes just about as well as you'd expect. Also, in a shocking turn of events, Elias is kind of a good friend. So yeah. Enjoy!

Demon took it upon himself to lift himself from the mats some time later and retrieve my now dry costume. He tossed it at me indifferently, and I slid into the bathroom, locking the door, to get myself dressed. On my way out the front door, I gave Demon a harsh warning to behave, but he responded only with a wide grin underneath his silent eyes that made my eyes roll without even thinking about it. When I looked to Kiri to give him permission to kill him if he needed to, he had his own grin on his face, but he wasn't looking at me. It made me uneasy, and when I turned to the door, and saw Bakugo's normally solid red glare carrying an air of nervousness, the uneasiness only amplified.

We stopped by the dorm building so I could grab as many training sets as I could possibly part with and stuff my Nova costume back into the garment bag to be used as reference. Bakugo said he'd meet me in a minute, and that he too was going to get changed. He then told me that I might want to wear something, you know, decent. I can only imagine the horror that had come over my face when he said that.

"Are we going on a date or something?" I asked him, and it was meant to be a joke, but it came out shaky and harsh.

He shrugged as he unlocked his own door, not bothering to catch my eye. "Kind of."

I loathed the sound of that, but I put on a halfway decent dress from that stranger's suitcase anyways. In the car ride over, I studied the sketch and rehearsed the requirements of what we needed. I was grateful for the jars of blood I'd just swallowed, because despite feeling little but some slight warmth where our hands were clasped, I was certain it was the only thing keeping the front of me from being stained red.

I tried asking him where we were going, but he told me I'd find out when we got there. No anger, and no cursing. It terrified me. I didn't dare ask again.

The car let us out in front of a clothing store. I slung the garment bag full of supplies over my right arm, offering my left hand to him, which he took and held a little tighter than usual. It felt like the clasping of young lovers heading towards an execution. When we got inside, a small bell rang over the door. The store was high end, definitely. The mannequins were draped with pieces in rich colours and impeccable fits. I could hear the faint hum of a sewing machine coming from somewhere in the back. At first glance, it did not drastically stand out in any respect. Bakugo dropped my hand and motioned for me to hang back, before jumping over the cash register counter and slipping through the curtain, towards the hum. If I could feel my own stomach churning, I'm sure it would have been. But my entire body was suddenly silent; I was on high alert.

"What the hell are you doing here, you brat?" I finally heard. It was a woman's voice. "You'd better not be skipping out on your remedial lessons! Or are you here to finally start earning your keep?"

"Shut up, you hag!" I then heard Bakugo yell back. "I bring you a paying customer, and this is the thanks I get?"

"Huh?" I then heard. The humming of the sewing machine stopped. A stool sliding back harshly against the floor. Heavy footsteps. Two sets.

And finally, a harsh whisper. "Don't be weird to her!"

The burgundy curtain behind the till pulled back with a deafening screech. Only now, there were two spiky haired blondes in front of me, two sets of red eyes looking over at me. The one set I had gotten to know was wearing something very strange; even more nervousness from before. The other set instantly softened and flared loudly upon seeing me, and were accompanied with a smile. Again, I thanked the black blood, because I know I would have puked otherwise.