Liability ~ Bakugo X OC

Hungerless Dinner

"You've seen better days. You're starting to look like me."

"Oh stop it." Yuki rolled her eyes. "Just because I didn't get much sleep last night does not mean I look like you, Toshi."

He grinned and poked the skin under her eyes. "Seriously Eyebags, what kept you up all night?"

"Police stuff."

Hitoshi Shinso, a boy with the voice to control an army and Yuki's best friend, nodded. He knew anything to deal with police work was off limits. Sometimes, though, he wished he could push her to talk more. Sometimes, police work haunted her. It's why she went to a therapist every other week.

Today was move-in day for the new dorms. The recent League of Villains events made the school force their hands to create on-campus living. UA's main priority is the well-being of their students.

Shinso sat on Yuki's unmade bed while she went through boxes. Her door was wide open and their classmates meandered down the halls, checking out each other's rooms. A few times, someone came into Yuki's room to ask about bathroom arrangements or see how much progress she made—but no one, not even Shinso could've dreamt up just how long it took Yuki to arrange her room.

Shinso finished within an hour. He'd opened his boxes and shoved clothes in drawers and set his backpack on his bed and called it a success. However, Yuki would pick something up, look at it, look around the room, frown, put the object down, and pick something else.

"Hurry up, eyebags! We're gonna miss dinner."

"We still have three hours, Toshi. If you're annoyed, then get out!"

"You wound me." Shinso held a hand to his chest.

Yuki ignored him and set a white, plastic pencil organizer on the desk. Shinso made more complaints about how long Yuki took, and she continued at her pace. She wanted it perfect.

Shinso refused to move from her bed. Yuki dug her heels in the floor and pulled with all her might, but he didn't budge. The last few weeks, Shinso had bulked up quite a bit. After she whined profusely and gave him her one of a kind Yuki pout, the one where her chin dimple appeared and her eyes impishly teared up, he finally moved to her desk.

"There!" Yuki held her hands up in the air. Her bed was made with turquoise covers and she grinned. "It's perfect!"

"I'm starving." Shinso pulled Yuki toward the elevator.

Yuki spouted off random bits of information while they walked. Shinso had a small, thin smile and occasionally laughed when Yuki bounced. She was full of the most random facts and absolutely loved sharing them with him.

Yuki's enthusiasm died when they entered the cafeteria. She paled and held her stomach. Her quirk was great for one-on-one time and questioning—it's why the police asked for her, the human lie detector. In large crowds, however, her quirk became a curse. Too many emotions streamlined into her and it made eating nearly impossible.

"What would you two like today?" Lunch Rush asked. The lunch hero was putting in extra hours just to assist with move-in day. 

"Tonkatsu, thanks." Tonkatsu was Yuki's go to when she wasn't hungry. It was simple, fried, and easy to store away for later.

"Same."

They sat at a table separated from the rest. During the first week of school, they'd discovered that this table was Yuki's best chance of eating. She poked her food and pushed it away.

"Just one bite?"

"Too many jitters." She shook her head. "It's like the first day all over again. Everyone's so excited about the new turn of events that it's near impossible to even think about food."

Shinso gave up trying to force Yuki to eat a long time ago. In middle school, she vomited on him and his meal—she'd forever ruined sashimi for him. So, he ate and it was his turn to talk. He knew she wasn't listening, but it was of some comfort to have some sort of conversation.

Yuki gasped and looked around the cafeteria.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eyebags." Shinso tapped the table next to her. "What's going on?"

"Sorry, I just—" she cut herself off and spun around in her seat. Yuki was face to face with none other than the angry Pomeranian she'd interviewed the night before.

"Dude," Shinso said. "Where'd you come from?"

Bakugo knew what happened when you responded to the worthless purple freak. So, he ignored him. "Take that therapy shit off the report."

Yuki cowered away and shook her head "The reports closed."

"Who the fuck gave you the right to decide that? I'm not going to a damn shrink."

Yuki didn't like the way he looked down at her: his eyes narrowed straight down the tip of his nose, so she stood. "That's not my problem. Either you go willingly or the police will knock on your door and drag you."

"I don't need to see a therapist."

"Right." Yuki looked Bakugo up and down. He didn't like the way she examined him like he was a frog cut open in a middle school science lab. "A hero needs a hero too, you know."

"The hell?"

"Heroes tend to...see and do things they wish they hadn't. It just comes with the job. Studies have proven that a hero's biggest enemy is their mind. Therapists are trained to work through that—it won't make you less of a hero, Bakugo. In fact, it'll help you improve faster."

Bakugo glared at the pathetic, quaking girl. How dare she stand up to him and shake like she'd shit her pants any second?

"Just think about it, okay? Therapy works wonders." Yuki set a hand on his muscular arm. Her eyes widened and she snatched her hand back, holding it close to her chest.

He was going to strike.

"There you are, Bakubro!" A toothy grinning redhead called. "I got worried dude, I turned around and you were gone. What's up?"

The new boy radiated like a space heater in the coldest months. He broke through Bakugo's frost and melted it away, and when he looked at Yuki for the first time, his smile only grew.

"You're that hot girl who came in 62 place in the obstacle course!" He shook his head and his cheeks flushed. "Sorry, that wasn't manly. Anyways it was so cool how you crossed the cliffs in the course! My names' Eijirou Kirishima!" 

Yuki looked at the soothing boy. He had a scar across one of his eyes and short, quaint eyebrows. He felt so opposite of the exploding boy, she wasn't sure if she'd felt Bakugo right or not. "I'm Yuki Tanaka. Nice to meet you, Kirishima."

"How do you know Bakugo?"

"Oh-uh—" Yuki didn't put much thought into that. She thought she'd never see him again. "Business?"

"Business?" Kirishima echoed.

"Whatever," Bakugo grumbled. "Come on, Shitty Hair."

Yuki sat back down and stared at her cold food. Shinso was silent as he observed the interaction. Yuki didn't have to be an empath to know Shinso wanted an explanation, so, she pushed her food around and faintly said, "and that, Toshi, is why I didn't sleep."

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