𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | MHA

4. NO REGRETS

Synopsis: . Where the class of 3-A go on a beach trip before graduation, and secrets are revealed when you happen upon a sleepy blonde that you decide will be the perfect person to burden with your late night reminiscing. If he doesn't blow you up first that is.

Genre: Fluff, kissing, angst, aged up

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The cold sea breeze gently grazed your skin as you stepped out of the old, cheap beach hotel that class 3-A had been staying in for the last week, a spur of the moment decision to get together to "celebrate all the good times", as they've called it.

Not that graduating would make that big of an impact on your friendships, most of you were already planning on applying for a renowned hero-based college that hero course students from Yuuei have been known to attend.

It was a big step though, so you supposed this little trip wasn't a bad idea.

Sand littered the concrete porch as a result of hundreds of people dragging their feet inside from the beach, and you winced at the unpleasant feeling of the small grains biting into the soles of your feet as you gingerly made your way to the shore.

You made your way down the shoreline, slowly letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as you watched small waves roll in and pull back out into the seemingly endless watery expanse of the sea.

Even after a long day at the beach, you had given up on sleep, as the girls in the room next door were being horribly loud, and you had instead resorted to taking a night stroll by yourself with the hopes that those noisy fiends would be asleep by the time you got back. 

With your hands locked behind your back and hair ruffled by the wind, you wandered your way to the wall you had seen earlier in the day and scouted as a nice place to perch on and watch the tide roll in.

Multiple poorly made sandcastles and waterways were scattered around the otherwise untouched ground, and you were careful not to destroy any of the fragile structures as you walked

As you neared the graffiti-covered structure that you could barely make out in the darkness, you caught sight of a familiar silhouette of messy spiked hair settled on top. Pausing for just a moment when you realized who it was, you almost decided to turn back and take your chances with the girls.

"—Bakugou?" you asked uncertainly.

He looked down, crimson eyes looked stunning with the moonlight reflecting in them, but narrowed at your silent approach.

You." he started, sounding annoyed, "What do you want."

As if you had come to disturb his peace on purpose.

You bristled at his tone. Oh boy.  "— Uh, the girls were being loud and I couldn't really sleep- so I thought I'd come sit here for a while." you tried to explain through your exhausted state, waving your arms vaguely towards the wall.

He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed.

It wasn't that you and Bakugou didn't like each other necessarily, you just frequently clashed in often pointless yelling matches, going head to head, nearly killing each other during training many times. But to be fair, ― so did just about everybody else who knew the aggressive male.

Still, after three years of knowing the guy, you had formed some sort of strange friendship after facing countless villains and near-death situations together. Not to mention being dragged into the dumb shenanigans of your mindless classmates that you knew you had both grown equally fond of.

But he was there first so you decided that he technically had rights to have the place to himself

"Well then,— since you were here first, I'll just keep walking. Later Bakugou." You turned around to quickly make your leave.