ALWAYS || Katsuki Bakugo

60- Lovesick Idiot

Yoshiko opened a blurry eye to the sound of a notification. She propped up on an elbow, hand searching for her phone. She felt it under the futon and took it out. She rubbed her eye and clicked on Bakugo's contact to see the texts he left her, smiling at the silly texts complaining about how annoying everyone was being over breakfast. In the latest text, he told her he wouldn't be able to talk for a while since the class was having hero training.

Yoshi: I'm up now. Call me when you're free.

She got up from the futon and plugged her phone to charge. She slipped on the fuzzy slippers she found lying in her room at her grandmother's house. She slid the door open, padding out to the living room where she knew her grandmother would be. She found the old lady sitting on the floor on a cushion, knitting something while Bear lay by her, wearing what looked like a mini scarf.

"Good morning, Yoshi." Ikuko greeted with a smile, crinkles forming on the sides of her eyes. Yoshiko smiled at her and on the floor, crossing her legs, "Morning, grandma."

"Look, I knitted Bear a scarf." She grinned, ruffling Bears fur.

"Yeah, I noticed. It's really cute." Yoshiko ran her fingers over the pattern, admiring the soft and woolly black yarn. She glanced at her grandmother, "What are you knitting now?"

"A scarf for you. You mentioned how you loved beige scarves the last time you came over."

"You remember." Yoshiko grinned.

"I might be old, but my memory is still sharp as ever," The woman chuckled. Ikuko had once been a hero. She wasn't in the top ten as she switched from being a full-time hero to a teacher who taught at Shiketsu High. It had been a few years since she retired from hero work altogether.

Yoshiko picked up a stray piece of yarn from the floor, unravelling it when her grandmother asked how school was going. "It's great," Yoshiko replied, "I'm in U.A. now."

"Met anyone special?" She asked, a curious twinkle in her old raven eyes.

"You just had to fu- frickin' ask that, didn't you?" Yoshiko groaned, reminding herself to mind her language in front of her grandmother unless she wanted her to lecture Yoko about good and bad parenting even though her sailor's mouth wasn't really her mother's fault (it was her father's fault.)

"I see you have met your special someone." Ikuko grinned, "Who is it? Do you have pictures?"

Yoshiko sighed in defeat and retreated to her room to grab her phone. She sat by Ikuko and opened her gallery, clicking on the first picture of Bakugo she had snapped. It was a side profile picture she had clicked when he was gaming on his computer. Her grandmother took the phone from her, zooming onto his face, "Hm, that's a fine gentleman."

Gentleman, my ass, Yoshiko thought to herself.

"Hey, don't scroll without permission!" Yoshiko yelled when she swiped. The next picture was of him still gaming but looking at the camera this time after having noticed she was taking a picture of him. Ikuko swiped again to see him yelling at the camera with his ungentlemanly gremlin face.

"Why does he look like that?" She asked, making Yoshiko giggle at the question.

Ikuko swiped again, despite Yoshiko's yells about her breach of privacy. The old lady's eyebrow arched skyward at the picture. This one was of Yoshiko and Bakugo post-workout, with Bakugo's shirt discarded somewhere in the gym. His chin was on her head as she looked into the camera and stuck a little bit of her tongue out, "Where is his shirt?" she demanded.