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The day starts to fall, and the night starts to rise. The air got a little chillier and the wind got stronger.
Y/n and Katsuki were standing in front of the Bakugou household ringing the doorbell when the door suddenly whipped open.

"Katsuki you have a key! Why do you always make me-" The woman abruptly stopped.

"Y/n! Oh my god!" The blonde woman shouted, throwing her arms around the girl that stood before her. "Oh my goodness." Tears started swelling in her eyes as she hugged Y/n tightly in the doorway.

Katsuki slipped through the door, being unable to wait patiently in the freezing weather to go inside of his house.

Mitsuki pulled out of the hug, and examined her from top to bottom holding her face in her hands and caressing her cheeks. fFeeling a tear drop ease down her cheek. Y/n got emotional as well, and felt her eyes start to sting just by looking at Mitsuki.

"You're mother made such a beautiful girl..." She started. "You look extremely well. How has UA been treating you?"

"I've b-been fine. Everything has been going great." Y/n replied wiping the water from her eyes before it had a chance to fall.

"Oh! Well, do excuse my rudeness come in! It's cold outside, let me prepare you some tea, if I would have known you were coming I would have cooked dinner honey!"
And, Ms. Bakugou escorted her guest inside to share a cup of tea.

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"Well, they want to do an article about me and have my picture taken for their cover of the "Young & Talented" Magazine. I'm very excited."

"Of course you should be excited! You are quite the little celebrity huh!" Laughing, she pours Y/n more tea and leans back onto her couch.

"I wouldn't say that..." The young girl said in a flattered tone.

"Well, you'll always be my little celebrity
Y/n, you're so talented, beautiful and such a good person. I know your mother is so proud."

"Yes, I believe so."

"Katsuki! Check the food that's in the oven!" She shouted into the kitchen where Katsuki sat at the counter.

"You can't come in here?" He yelled back, giving his mother an attitude while he rolled his eyes and continued scrolling through his phone.

"Uh, Katsuki, don't make me get up from my seat."

"Whatever." And he checks the oven. "Give it about 15 more minutes."

"Thank you. See?! See how easily he catches an attitude? I need you to help me keep him in line. Such bad behavior." Mitsuki rolled her eyes, alike to her son. The young girl laughed at the woman and resumed their conversation to pass up more time, before dinner.

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Dinner was finished, and it was getting late, leaving Y/n and Katsuki to say goodbye to Mrs and Mr Bakugou.

"Thank you so much for dinner Mitsuki! It was lovely, I had a great time." Y/n said gratefully.

"Oh darling! Stop by anytime! It was so good seeing you. I'd been missing you, you know!" It looked like she was about to start crying again. Mrs.Bakugou composed herself, and pulled Y/n in for another tight hug.

"Katsuki! Make sure you're taking care of her!" Hollering at her son, he rolled his eyes, again, and started down the sidewalk in the chilly air. Soon, having Y/n following behind him.

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She walked from the train-station with Bakugou back to UA, until they parted at Bakugou's dorm.

Telling him goodnight, knowing that he was on the path to slumber. She continued down into the dimly lit hallway of the quarters to her room so that she could get her purse and text Mina so that she could get ready to go to the (wherever they were going.)

She kept up with her pace, until she felt an eire presence walking with her.
All of a sudden the hallway got unnaturally cold.
She whipped her head around to see nothing but the darkness that crept down the hall.
Her breathe hitched and became extremely unsteady. She turned back around, continuing her stride back to her room nervously, and walking with slightly more speed that she usually has.
The presence seemingly proceeding to linger as she heard a very faint








"Y/n...Mon coeur...."

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