Katsuki has been giving interviews all his life. So why is when he asks a junior journalist he recently saved to work on an interview with him, that his heart keeps on fluttering inside of his chest every time he lays eyes on her?
Katsuki Bakugo x f...
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♬ ﾟ. Disaster - Conan Gray
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"You look like you've seen a ghost."
She did: She saw her own spirit leave her body. That totally counts as a ghost sighting. Hina rolled her eyes at her friend Kurumi, playing with the straw of her raspberry flavored iced drink. Kurumi was her university friend, who actually wanted to become a journalist, unlike her. She would have probably not gotten into the whole situation. Even if she did, she would have handled it a lot better.
"I'm tired."
It has been a week since she almost died in that accident. But she still wasn't back on her feet completely. The shock and the fear and the panic... it will haunt her for another while. It was a near death experience. Nobody gets over this in a few minutes.
"You're always tired." Hina shrugged. That was true.
"Do you have any tissues?", Kurumi asked, and the girl handed her bag over. "Yeah, check for yourself." Hina looked out of the window of the café they were sitting in, watching the raindrops race each other on the glass. The whole city was a mass catastrophe these days. Accident reports have been going in every single day since All Might retired. He was the number 1 hero for a very long time and the symbol of peace. His bare existence caused crime rates to decrease, until he lost his power. Half the population of Japan blames him for the decision of retirement. Which she thought was incredibly unreasonable. He retired after one big final battle, the buff and smiling version of him being nothing more than a memory today. He was old, and he couldn't have been a hero forever anyways, so there was no use in getting mad about it. Hina was glad he retired when he knew it was right, instead of fighting and getting himself killed.
"Oh my god. Who gave you their number? Is it a cute boy?" Huh?
She turned back to look at her friend, who was holding her notebook in one hand and sipping on her coffee with the other. "What?" She took the little book to herself and looked at it. Then she remembered it all again. Being saved by the blonde hero, him scraping her off of the ground, grabbing her ID card and then temporarily stealing her bag to write something into her notebook. "Prohero Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugo. Call me." His number was written beneath it. She had totally forgotten to check her bag for his notes.
"Oh no. I didn't call.", she mumbled, cursing herself. That phone call could have been a mile less awkward if she had found this earlier.
"Call now.", Kurumi advised, but the girl shook her head. She needed to mentally prepare herself. "I'll call later. And I didn't ask him for his number. He saved me that day and then left his signature in my notebook as if I asked for it." Not to mention he scraped her off the ground. But that was not a good memory anyway, nothing to brag with.
