Bakugou x Marinette (sister's BFF)

A Day In College

As I stepped onto the college campus, a sense of excitement bubbled within me, eager for another day of creativity and learning. Beside me, my best friend Kanami bounced with enthusiasm, her infectious energy setting the tone for the day ahead.

"Ready for another day of college adventures, Marinette?" Kanami chirped, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Absolutely!" I replied with a smile, matching Kanami's enthusiasm step by step as we made our way to our first class – fashion design.

The moment we entered the classroom, I felt a surge of inspiration wash over me, the hum of creativity palpable in the air. Taking my seat at the front of the room, I eagerly awaited the start of the lesson, eager to dive into another day of designing and creating.

As our instructor began the class, I found myself completely absorbed in the lesson, my mind racing with ideas and possibilities. From sketching to fabric selection, every aspect of fashion design spoke to me, igniting a passion within me that I never knew existed.

Throughout the class, I poured my heart and soul into my designs, channelling my creativity into every stroke of the pencil and every swatch of fabric. Beside me, Kanami worked diligently on her designs, her talent shining through in every sketch and every concept.

But as the class progressed, I couldn't help but notice the occasional glance thrown my way from some of the boys in the room. It wasn't uncommon for me to receive attention for my fashion sense and creativity, but today it felt different – more intrusive, more insistent.

As the whispers and stares continued, I felt a sense of discomfort creeping in, a nagging feeling that I was being objectified rather than appreciated for my talents. With a steely resolve, I ignored their advances, focusing instead on my work and the positive energy of the classroom.

When the class finally came to an end, I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the opportunity to escape the unwanted attention. Beside me, Kanami offered a supportive smile, her understanding gaze a silent reassurance that I wasn't alone in navigating the complexities of college life.

As we made our way to our next class, I couldn't help but reflect on the challenges of being a young woman in a male-dominated field. But despite the obstacles and the occasional unwanted advances, I refused to let anything dim my passion for fashion and creativity.

With Kanami by my side, I knew I could face whatever challenges came my way, armed with determination and a fierce sense of self-confidence. As we headed towards our next class, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead, eager to embrace every opportunity and overcome every obstacle in pursuit of my dreams.

As Kanami and I made our way through the bustling corridors of our college, laughter and chatter filled the air around us. Lost in thought about my upcoming fashion project, I failed to notice the wall looming before me until it was too late. With a startled yelp, I collided with the solid surface, stumbling backward in surprise.

Kanami couldn't contain her laughter, echoing through the corridor as she watched my clumsy mishap. "Careful there, Marinette! Watch out for walls, they tend to sneak up on you!" she teased, a playful grin dancing on her lips.

Blushing furiously, I rubbed my nose where it had made contact with the wall, feeling equal parts embarrassed and amused by my clumsiness. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Kanami," I muttered, shooting my best friend a good-natured glare.

But as Kanami continued to giggle at my expense, her laughter faded into a wistful smile as a sudden wave of nostalgia overcame her. Flashing back to a childhood memory that had left a lasting impression on both of us.

It was a warm summer day, and Kanami and I, both ten years old at the time, were racing through the park, our laughter ringing out as we chased each other through the grass. But in our excitement, I had tripped over a rock hidden in the grass, falling to the ground with a cry of pain.

Kanami rushed to my side, concern etched on her face as she saw the tears welling up in my eyes. "Are you okay, Marinette? Did you hurt yourself?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

I winced as I tried to stand, pain shooting through my knee where I had landed. "It hurts, Kanami. I can't walk," I whimpered, feeling defeated by my clumsiness.

Just then, we heard a familiar voice behind us, and we turned to see Katsuki Bakugou, Kanami's grumpy brother, striding towards us with a scowl on his face.

"What's with all the noise? Can't you keep it down?" he grumbled, his irritation evident even as he approached.

But when he saw me clutching my injured knee, his expression softened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "What happened to her?" he asked, his voice gruff but tinged with genuine concern.

Kanami quickly explained what had happened, her voice trembling slightly as she recounted my fall. "She can't walk, Katsuki. We need to get her home," she pleaded, desperation creeping into her tone.

Without a word, Katsuki crouched down beside me, his expression unreadable as he surveyed my injured knee. Then, with surprising gentleness, he lifted me onto his back, ignoring my protests as he carried me home.

As the memory faded, I couldn't help but smile at the unlikely bond that had formed between Kanami, Katsuki, and me all those years ago. Despite his gruff exterior, Katsuki had shown a rare moment of kindness that day, a gesture that had left a lasting impression on both Kanami and me.

With a fond look at my best friend, I reached out to offer her a supportive hug, the memory of our childhood adventure serving as a reminder of the strength of our friendship and the unexpected kindness that could be found in the most unlikely of places.