falling behind | ✰ katsuki bakugou

ੈ✩‧₊˚ chapter four - grocery trip!

Ever since seeing that blonde in the bookstore, Iyana couldn't get him out of her head. It was absurd, really.

That night, she laid on her bed staring absentmindedly at the ceiling, kicking her feet. The only thing playing in her head was the music from her headphones and the image of his spiky blonde hair and his piercing crimson eyes from when they had first locked eyes-

No!

Iyana was mentally beating herself up, she hated the way she thought about him when he so obviously had a girlfriend. At this point, she was just getting needy in the way of how desperate she was. An over thinker, that's what Iyana was. If there was a competition for that kind of thing, she would've been first place.

The following morning, Misaki was still angry at her. Although she was giving Iyana the cold shoulder, she left a grocery list on the table for Iyana to grab on her way out.

Speaking of, it had been a while since she had gone on a shopping trip with her parents. They never seemed to be in the mood these days. Always busy doing nothing, just sending orders to Iyana 24/7 like a personal maid. But, Iyana shouldn't complain. If she was living under their roof, she had to follow their rules too.

With that, she takes the shopping list and ties her shoelaces, walking out the house. The grocery store was a solid five minute walk from her house, which was nice because living in a small town meant everything was just a short walk away.

She put on her headphones and briskly walked to the market, the folded grocery list paper held tightly in her palm. Iyana liked to listen to music often. She preferred soft music over hard rock music; but she had an open mind to all music. She never found the time to make her own playlists with how tedious the bookstore hours were, so she just used Hakagure's playlists instead.

How she missed her best friend. Iyana barely texted Hakagure since she was busy on her vacation, since she didn't want to be a burden. Iyana wanted advice, like how to make friends as easily as Hakagure did. People always seemed to gravitate towards her, being super well known in the small town. It was something she admired in her best friend.

The second Iyana arrived at the grocery store, she went to work. The list included a bunch of regular use items, like eggs, butter, oil, bread, and others. Iyana knew the grocery store by heart, since shes been there thousands of times. In under five minutes, she goes and grabs almost everything on the list, except bread. What stopped Iyana was the sight of a familiar pink haired girl in the bread aisle. She hadn't approached her yet, but was rather overthinking it first.

Should Iyana go say hi? If she went up to her and started a conversation, would she run out of things to say and make it awkward? Iyana turns away, heading the other direction when she feels a hand on her shoulder. She lets out a small squeak, turning around to see the girl in question smiling at her, "Miizumi? Oh it is you! It's such a coincidence to see you here!"

Iyana didn't know how to reply to that, so she nodded her head and agreed, "Yeah."

A long pause before Iyana talks again, "Y'know.. you don't need to call me Miizumi." She stops abruptly in her sentence. "I mean- if you want to- but I prefer Iyana.."

Mina looks at her, but then her smile widens, "Iyana is such a cute name!"

Pink dusts over Iyana's cheeks from the compliment as she smiles back, "Thank you, I like your name too."

"We should totally be friends, lets exchange numbers!" The girl exclaims happily, pulling out her phone.

It's like time stops for Iyana. She never really talked to people her age except Hakagure, it was new. When she met Hakagure, it was in kindergarten after being partnered up in a school project; they were inseparable ever since.

Giddy with excitement, Iyana agrees and takes Mina's phone. She inputs her number, adding her name under the contact.

When Iyana hands back the phone for Mina to save her number, she notices the girls' hair. It was a distinct feature of hers, a cute pink color. The way Iyana's mom would kill her if Iyana had dyed her hair for having such a bold color choice. Iyana always thought of dying her hair and getting tattoos, even a variety of piercings; but she never ended up getting anything done. With Iyana's strict parents, she would probably be grounded. Not kicked out though, since they rely on her too much for that.

Mina must have noticed Iyana zoning out on her hair so she shoots her a puzzled look.

"Sorry" Iyana mutters, her gaze droppimg. "I've been looking at your hair and I find it really pretty."

It's as if any tension in the air just disappeared as Mina's eyes brightened and she starts to ramble on her appreciation.

"Really? Stop that's so sweet, thank you. This pink is honestly my favorite color, which I think you could probably tell" She gushes, waving her hand around.

Iyana smile widens in response, "I do like that color too, it matches you; since you're really pretty"

"Whaaaaat?" The girl puts a hand over her heart exaggeratedly, "Girl, hearing that from you is like if Adriana Lima were to compliment you!" She exclaims.

Who is Adriana Lima? Iyana never kept up on celebrities trending on the internet. Should she just nod and say thank you or?..

Iyana tilts her head, "Who's that?"

Mina gasps at that, her jaw dropping. "You don't know who Adriana Lima is? She's like, the prettiest model ever!"

"The name doesn't really ring a bell, I'm sorry" Iyana apologizes, a little disappointed she didn't know what the the other girl was talking about.

"Don't apologize, we should totally hang out and I'll tell you all about that kind of stuff." She waved her hand around lightly.

Iyana smiles in response, "I'd love that, actually."

In the end, she forgot to grab bread.

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