The story in which the daughter of Sir Nighteye and the aspiring number one hero are drawn together in their darkest moments by their future son, Katsuro, who travels back in time to save them from their heartbreaking future.
Katsuki Bakugou x [F]...
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PREQUEL SERIES. 4 'save me a dance'
"I know Dad. You don't have to tell me to be responsible," you said over the phone. The plane had just landed and you looked out of the window.
"Okay, [name]. Have you landed? Make sure you and Shoto-kun reach the hotel first before looking around."
"Yeah, we're getting out now. Thanks for letting me go."
"No problem. Take some pictures of the island for me."
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You shoved your suitcase in the closet after taking out your hero costume. "Shoto, our roommates are so loud."
There was loud music coming through the wall where your bed was and Shoto could hear the conversations from where his bed was on the other side of the room. He flipped the page of his book, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah. I'm getting a little irritated. I'll go talk to them."
You tied up your hair, walking towards the door. "I'll do it. I'm not doing anything so I think I'll head down early."
"Alright. See you later, [name]."
You made sure to pocket your keycard before the door locked behind you. You tried to suppress your annoyance. You wanted to take a nap after your fight, but the loud neighbours made that simply impossible.
Raising a closed fist, you knocked on their door, yelling above their music. "Hey! Turn it down! Some people hate noise this early in the morning!"
When the door lock clicked, you stepped back, brow raised.
"We're so sorry— oh! [name]!" Kirishima answered the door, wearing his hero costume. "You're here! Nice to see you."
"Kirishima? Why are you—"
"Oi! What the fuck is going on—the hell are you doing here?"
Bakugou stood behind Kirishima, half-dressed in his hero costume with steam flowing out of the bathroom.
You openly stared at him and he looked at you.
"I hate that I'm in the middle of this..." Kirishima muttered. The redhead felt as though he was interrupting a moment. "Just apologise."
"I don't apologise."
Your exhale had disappointment in it. You weren't sure if he was being serious or not because as he said it, his frown turned into something else. But you let go of that thought.
