(Disclaimer: This story has strong language, contains slight mention of blood/gore, and implications of/Intimate scenes!)
Fuck.. You mumbled as you got off the plane, the journey here long and excruciating. Sighing, you went into the airport, going through all the security checks before you got your belongings.
A taxi soon picked you up, dropping you off to your new condo. Your arms were filled with bags as you went to the receptionist, checking yourself in. As you did that, the elevator opened, a man with platinum blonde hair, and a lean, muscular build walked out of it. He didn't look too bad for someone who's face was half-scar tissue. He wore a tight, black compression shirt and some grey sweats. You thanked the receptionist before making your way to the elevator, bumping into him in the process.
"Watch where your goin' punk."
A deep, tired and grumbly voice spoke out to you. Sorry.. You said, in a semi-sheepish tone. The hero looked down at you, nodding, before continuing on his way.
You made your way into the elevator, someone rushing inside with you. Hey, new face around here. The man smiled warmly at you. What's your condo number? You looked at him, trying to return the same energy, but failing miserably at the question. I don't see why you would need to know that.
You said in a defensive tone, the man's face contorting. Sorry, I didn't mean it in a creepy way. I just wanted to know if we would be neighbours. He said, apologizing.
Well, in that case...I'm in 104. Try anything stupid and see what'll happen to you.
The man's face lit up. Really? That's awesome! I never really have anyone to socialize with in the mornings, because your next door neighbour never really comes out-
"Jesus, does this guy ever stop talking? I see why nobody wants to socialize with you."
You thought internally before the dinging sound of the elevator traced you out of your thoughts.
Well, It was nice meeting ya. I'm Isamu by the way. I'll see you later?
Yeah, I'll see you around.
"I hope not."
You picked up your keys, unlocking the crisp, clean condo. As you walked inside, the floors were a sleek brown, and you had a perfect view of the city, off on the side, you had a balcony with a few tiny plants resting on it.
The place smelt a little dusty but some mopping and air freshener would do the job.
You got to work, unpacking and cleaning your new home.
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Side By Side #k. bakugo
Romantik"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁... 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂?" ... "𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁.. 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻, 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁." When a student nurse moves to Japan, and becomes neighbors with a hotheaded pro hero. (F!reader)
