Serendipity || Bakugou x y/n

Hydra

~*Timeskip to the weekend cause I'm too lazy to write another part before this*~

I had the weekend off so I decided to go to my favourite cafe. I ordered my favourite drink and sat down at a table. After talking to Hitoshi I was reminded of Touya. He knew me better than I knew myself, almost as if I was his reflection. He was the more rebellious me, always risking being chewed out by Endeavour for a quick rush of dopamine. He always found it exciting when he directly disobeyed orders. His quirk wasn't stronger than mine, but pretty powerful. He started drinking at fourteen, something I didn't dare try. I even advised him against it, but he wouldn't listen. I'm glad he wasn't an angry drunk, though. He died at 16, and I was devastated. The only reason I didn't like Shoto more was that he didn't want to break some rules; was extremely obedient, not that it's a bad thing. 

"May I sit here?" asked a boy, not too much older than me. He had a lanky build, not unlike Shinso, but something about the way he held himself gave me deja vu. 

"Sure!" I took no thought of it, and he seemed familiar. I sipped my drink, focusing more on it than the boy in front of me. In afterthought, that was extremely stupid. His jet-black hair was pointy, which stuck out in every direction like a certain ash-blonde that I didn't like.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?" He asks coyly, fiddling with the sleeves of his black leather jacket. It glistened like new, but I could make out a few tears here and there that seemed to be stitched up.

"Why are you asking?" I countered, not wanting to answer a question from a stranger. After all, he seemed like the type to lure girls with that sly smile and cold, greedy eyes. Even his purple, wrinkled skin made him look like the type to attract girls. I blamed the skin on the side effect of his quirk, whatever it is.

"You don't remember me?" I felt a chill down my spine as if I should. I couldn't put my finger on it, but the way he was talking to me seemed too familiar for my own good.

"What do you mean?" I set my drink down, my eyes narrowing just a bit. I don't feel agitated by him, but something tells me that I can't let my guard down near him.

"Touya Todoroki, at your service." He smirks. He was obviously expecting me to believe a stupid lie like that because he put all his bravado into that single statement. He even gave a little bow, rolling his arm and everything.

"Anyone could pretend to be Touya," I scoff, rolling my eyes at his stupid attempt to trick me. "Tell me something only the real one would know." If he was the real Touya, he'd easily know how to make me believe it.

"Do you remember the man in the tree?" He answered, not in a cold or uncaring way, but in more of a remorseful or nervous sort of way. He glanced away as the events came rushing back to me at full speed. 

~Flashback~

Touya and I were in the forest behind my house. We were playing a game of tag, a game of ball and a game of hopscotch at the same time. We decided it was getting late, so we started walking back home. Fuyumi would be livid if we were late again. We weren't too far deep in the forest, but it would take us a solid 10 minutes to walk home. Suddenly I heard rushing from the leaves and a man in his late thirties dropped down from above the tree we were playing by.

"Leave us alone!" Touya shouted with a fierce look in his eyes as he tried to protect me. Instead of getting out of there, he stood his ground. The man didn't want that, so Touya ended up getting punched in the face. Then the man used his quirk, something that made him transform into a sort of groundhog, and cut deep gashes into Touya. 

"No!" I raised my hand to use my quirk, but there was no water and, at the time, I couldn't pull it from the trees. I desperately looked around, trying to find a way to make myself useful. The stick? No, he'd easily chop it in half. The leaves? No, that's stupid. What would I do with that? The ball? No, I wouldn't be able to hit him hard enough to do some damage.

"There's no water sweetie. Now, do you want to call your papa for me?" The villain taunted, smirking as he tried to corner Touya and me. I tried to keep him beside me, but like the brave idiot he was, he kept on pushing me back closer to the tree.

Right then, I found a water source. I started bending it and the villain jerked in pain, an audible gasp of air being released from his lungs. I wondered why, despite my call, it wouldn't appear in front of me, so I twisted it until it came out. As I pulled at it with all my might, the villain yelled in agony, only to be drowned out by his blood. He stilled after a few minutes, and my simple little brain didn't understand what I was doing until I ripped all the blood out of his body. I just stared in shock as this man's blood pooled around him, almost fainting at the crime I committed. 

"Touya? Please help me, I killed someone! What are the cops gonna do? Am I going to jail? What's this part of my quirk?" I cried desperately, too young to go to jail. I didn't want to hurt him, I just wanted to get out of there. 

"We don't have to tell anyone. I could just say we were attacked by an animal." Touya acted pretty calmly about it, almost as if his eleven-year-old brain had known this would happen. No, as if he was planning for something like this. I sobbed into his arms as he comforted me, holding me gently.

"But what about the body?" I sniffled, trying to pull myself together. He thought about it for a second, then answered with the same amount of calm. Here I lay, crying, and he was acting as if this happened every other day.

"I'll just burn it up." He set his hand on the man, burning any traces of him. The only thing left was a little, apparently fireproof, mobile that Touya took for himself. I'll be honest, I have no clue where it is or what Touya did with it, but I've never seen it since.

We headed home after that. Luckily, our family believed every single word. Fuyumi bandaged up Touya and Natsuo reassured us that we were super brave in making it run away all by ourselves and that we'd make great heroes. I had never felt more guilty in my life.

~End of Flashback~