The Student Council President is WHAT?! (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

Epilogue

~ 10 years later ~

The red ribbon on the stroller was unraveling, the short knot it'd been tied with unwinding itself to freedom. The woman pampering the crying baby in the seat completely oblivious to the dangers of an impending tantrum from the child jumping the lines on the sidewalk.

One final unraveling...and yup, there the balloon goes.

You ran up just in time to leap for the end of the ribbon, stumbling on your heels a little from the force. You were lucky to catch that.

You handed it to the kid who looked at you with big eyes when you crouched down to her eye level, "Here you go."

Her mother thanked you with a tired smile, patting the baby on the back while you tied the balloon on the girl's wrist, who hit your hair dangling in her face and you patted hers with a wink before walking away, black heels turning to sway the long camel coat you wore like a flowy dress and airing an expensive vanilla scent like cookies in the oven.

"Mommy, that lady's so cool!"

Well that was cute.

You took faster steps to make the crosswalk light and walked through the double doors of a lavish high rise building until a tired breath let out the day's troubles in front of the elegant wooden door, at the very top, keys jingling.

"Great," there was another annoyed sigh at the sight that welcomed you, black heels exchanged for burgundy slippers.

Cardboard boxes were piled up all over the place, in the middle of the large living room, beside the winding staircase, behind the beige sofa, along the bare white wall.

You had to do some serious cleaning up.

But that would have to wait, you decided, giving a drawn out moan of appreciation under the hot shower upstairs. Afterwards, you put on a sporty black two piece, grabbed a random box labeled bedroom, and got to work.

But as you went through it, now kneeling on the bedroom floor to take out all the storage racks and desk organizers, your eyes shot wide seeing something you hadn't had time to look over when you'd been packing it in, pulling out an old shoebox.

It'd held up nicely over the years you've had it since junior high, but that was probably because you rarely opened it, only blowing the dust when you really wanted to have something as a keepsake.

You opened it now, out of sheer curiosity of what you'd forgotten you'd put inside.

The first thing you pulled out was a red armband, black marker faded on the thin fabric but you smiled at the small reminder of your time as Student Council President when you had to whip this out for special events, an added gold pin on it.

When you first started out, it'd been a lot of trouble balancing everything you had to do and keeping everyone in line but you could say they were all good memories now.

The trouble put aside, it helped you build up some of your own work ethic and values, something you were proud of.

You rummaged through the rest of the things, brows furrowing when you couldn't remember where some of the stuff came from - like a gray lighter you thought maybe you got from someone in your first year of high school, a weird notebook of you in lascivious manga style with the title "Adventures of Y/N-chan."

Ugh, why had you even kept this? Nevermind, it was a lot of trouble.

You tossed that aside, the space cleared to have your mouth opened into a small gasp at the sight of a chain peeking from under a card.