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𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄

Chapter five: Bakugo Mitsuki

YOU FELT OUT OF PLACE, wandering into the rich neighbourhood full of suburban family homes and acres of parks — perhaps somewhat envious that this place looked so bright in comparison to your gloomy grey apartment block back in the city centre. Mirko had told you all you needed to know about this designer: that she was very particular about who she designs for, and that she was one of the best at her job in all of Musutafu. Off of that description, you guessed she was a woman who valued courtesy, manners and punctuality, and seeing as she was allowing you into her family home and doing all of this for you during her free time, you begged Mirko to buy her a small gift that you thought would be appreciated, by such a hardworking and dedicated woman as Bakugo Mitsuki.

"Bakugo..." You mumbled under your breath, counting each even number until you arrived at what was supposedly the correct address. The corners of your lips tugged upwards in relief, as you noted that a name plaque 'Bakugo' was engraved into a pillar just by the door. Thank god for Google maps, you thought quietly. Shuffling up to the great modernist door, you raised a hand, knocking three times before waiting patiently, a little gift bag hooked onto four of your fingers.

"Ah- Masuru! Watch my curry! I'm just getting the door."

After hearing a few panicked voices, and a little bit — well, a lot of movement inside, the door was suddenly flung open, revealing a beautifully aged, ashy haired woman who stared up at you with brilliant rouge eyes.

"Ah! Hello, hello! You must be Y/N!" She gleamed, looking you up and down. You relaxed slightly, seeing as she was much more laid back than you could've hoped for.

"Yes. Thank you for taking this job on such short notice Mrs Bakugo." You politely bowed, softly smiling at the woman who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"Oh my- you're so polite! SHES SO POLITE MASURU!!" You winced as she randomly shouted at her husband, before turning back to you. "You're tall too! I think just about the same height as my idiot son. Speaking of which, he should be back from wherever he went soon. Just ignore him by the way." She laughed, before opening the door wider, ushering you inside. You quickly slid your shoes off, placing them neatly to the side.

"Mrs.Bakugo, me and Mirko put something together for you just to say thank you." You mentioned, passing her the little floral gift bag which you had lugged through the city and onto the bus on your journey to the designers house. Mitsuki's eyes sparkled in delight as she peered inside, fishing out a litre bottle of alcohol.

"Wow! Some proper European beer! This must have cost so much to import...Thank you darling!" She grinned, pulling you into a little side hug. "MASURU! COME HERE, LOOK WHAT SHE GOT US!"

You smile a little at the woman's crazy antics, bowing again as her brunette husband peeked around a doorway at the far end of the house.

"Wow, is that European beer?" His reaction was similar to that of his wife's, albeit a little calmer in comparison.

"I hope you two enjoy it. And your son if you allow that." You nodded.

"That brat? Hell no. He can get his own beer, this is for the adults only!" She declared, putting the bottle back into the bag and passing it to her husband. "Masuru, go put this somewhere Katsuki wont find it."

You were slightly aghast by Mitsuki's crude mouth — she was definitely the opposite of what you were expecting — but not to say that it wasn't a pleasant surprise.