Chapter 24 // The Bakugo's

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"Whoa," you couldn't help but stare in awe at the house, or rather mansion, in front of you. "Are you rich or something?"

Bakugo shrugged as he opened the door, saying, "My dad works in the fashion industry."

You simply nodded in response and followed Bakugo into his house, which was just as nice inside as it was outside.

"I'm home!" Bakugo yelled as he slid off his shoes and carelessly tossed his bag on the ground, only further proving that his typical behavior applied to his home life as well.

You followed Bakugo further inside his home until the two of you reached the living room where two people were sat on the couch, who you assumed were his parents. The first, his mother, was a woman identical to the boy with red eyes, paler skin, and spiky blond hair. The only differences between the mother and son was that her spikes were pointed downward while Bakugo's hair was spiked upward and the fact that she was female. The other, his father, looked nothing Bakugo or rather Bakugo looked nothing like him. He had a faint mustache, tanner skin, and spiky brown hair with glasses.

When his mother looked up from the magazine she was reading. Her eyes immediately fell upon you. Her relaxed lips eventually curled up into a smirk as she nudged her husband before looking at her son.

"Katsuki, who is this?" the woman asked.

"You know who she is!" Bakugo huffed. "You watched the festival!"

"I want a proper introduction, and don't yell at your mother, Brat!" the woman shouted in response, but her angry expression faded when she settled her attention back on you.

'Definitely got his mother's genes,' you thought.

"I'm [Y/N] [L/N]," you stated while bowing slightly. "I was transferred to the hero course after the festival, and I trained with Bakugo during our internship. We chose the same agency."

"Is that so?" the woman hummed while shooting her son a glare. Clearly, she hadn't been told any of this.

"Well, you can call me Mitsuki," she continued, "and this is Masaru, Katsuki's father." The much more clam and kinder man sent you a small wave with a smile, which you returned.

"So are you here to hang out? Got some homework to do?" Mitsuki asked curiously.

"Stop interrogating her!" Bakugo shouted, and his mothers expression hardened once more.

"Watch your tone!" she shouted. "I'm just curious! This is the first girl you've brought home. Actually, this is the only person you've brought home since Izuku."

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, but you silenced yourself when Bakugo spun around and glared at you. Although, a smile remained on your face.

"She's staying the night," Bakugo stated gruffly as he turned back to his mother.

"Oh," Mitsuki said, averting her attention to you.

"If that's okay," you said quickly. "My parents are out of town for the night and they don't want me staying alone with the high crime rate."

"No, you're welcome," Mitsuki nodded. "We're having onigiri and miso soup tonight. I hope you like those foods."

"Yes, that's fine," you replied with a nod.

"I'll get some extra pillows and blankets," Mitsuki stated while standing. "Oh, and, Katsuki," she turned to her son. "I don't care if you hang out alone in your room. You can close the door, but I want it unlocked. You're sixteen. I trust you, but if you do it, wear protection. I'm not ready to have grand babies."

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