Who is Irome Bakugo? (mha fanfic)

Losing Track of Time

It had been a week. A whole ass week since I was cornered by my whole family in a control room. A whole week since they lied to my face about the secrets surrounding our family. And a whole week since my brother disappeared to find the truth about Aro.

I had to admit I was beginning to get a little worried about my brothers silence. I had expected it may take about a day, but a week? Was he scared of getting caught? Had he been caught? No my brother is smart enough to avoid getting caught again, especially now that it's happened once.

But what if he wasn't caught. What if he never attempted. What if he gave up and joined the enemies side. I know referring to my family as my enemy is kind of extreme, but the term feels fitting given the circumstances. But why would he turn on us? What would he gain? Unless.....in exchange for leaving us in the dark, they told Oboro the truth.

But my family wouldn't be so cruel as to do that, would they?

"Iro are you awake yet?" I hear Sohma asks still next to me.

I roll over and see Sohma sitting up in my bed still in his pajamas. He sees me open my eyes and smiles taking his hand and caressing my cheek softly. I smile back at him holding back the urge to fall back asleep, "Good morning Aku"

"Hey princess," he says leaning in and kissing me on my forehead before getting up from the bed.

Although my brother has essentially ignored my existence for the past week, things haven't been all bad. Chiaku started helping me train after school, and he's gotten much sweeter. I swear he must be watching a bunch of romance animes because he suddenly knows how to be the perfect boyfriend, not that I'm complaining.

Still tired I turn over in my bed trying to ignore the bright red light of my clock shining in my face. I still had 30 minutes before class, I'm fine.

"You gonna stay there forever?" I hear Chiaku asks from the other side of me.

I grunt, "Unfortunately I can't. I have to fight against my uncle today for our time check in."

"With everything I taught you, I'm sure you'll do fine." He answers calmly, not even commenting on my grumpy mood. He really is getting better.

Knowing I can't put it off anymore I push myself up in my bed. I turn and start to say to Chiaku, "Yeah it's just the-oh" I stop mid sentence seeing my boyfriends exposed back for the first time.

His muscles were more defined than I imagined.

Now, not that I though Aku was some scrawny boy, I knew he had muscles. I practically sleep on top of him every night, it's just that, well seeing them is completely different.

"What's wrong did you- oh," he says bringing to turn around but stopping when he sees my flushed expression. A devilish smirk sneaks onto his face as he now starts at me showing off his bare chest, "Why don't you take a picture darling, that way you can enjoy it later."

More red then before I throw his pillow at him and spin around in bed to hide my face. Ok, so he was getting better, but not that much.

"Oh shut up Aku, you'd react the same if I was shirtless," I tell him daring a look over my shoulder to see he remains in the same place as before, still looking at me.

Noticing my look me eases closer slowly. I give him a confused look before he jumps up grabbing my wrists. He carefully but quickly puts me into my back towering over me. Before I can protest he laughs only inches above my face, "You're right I would react that way if I ever get the chance to see you shirtless. However, that's something only I'll be able see, as opposed to the many people who will see me without a shirt."