Hiroko smiled happily, staring at all the birds and bees that surrounded her. The garden was the perfect place to get help her make sketches for her latest models. A raven landed on her sketchbook, triggering her quirk. Hundreds of facts and information flashed across her mind. She frowned and began to sketch.
"Why are you everywhere?" Bakugo asked, taking a seat on the bench next to her.
"Apologies-"
"Just shut the fuck up." Bakugo cut her off. She sighed and got back to work.
"What the hell are you doing?" The blonde asked.
"I am sketching. I'm very fascinated by the bees and the birds." She said.
"Do you mean the birds and the bees?" Bakugo furrowed her eyebrows.
"I'm not talking about sex! See!" The pink haired girl blushed furiously, shoving the sketchbook toward him.
"I'm fucking with you." He chuckled.
"Oh..." She bit her lip, looking at the ground.
"So, Ms. Not sex. What's the point of writing all this information when your quirk is photographic memory?" Bakugo asked. Hiroko stood up straight.
"Photographic memory makes it hard for the user to distinguish new and old memories. Old memories are harder to remember and are often lost." She said robotically. Hiroko groaned, holding her head in her hands. Bakugo shoved a water bottle in her hands.
"I have one more question." He said.
"What do I get in return for answering your question?" The pink haired girl asked.
"You can ask me a question. Something that you don't know up there." He touched her forehead with his pointer finger.
"Okay..."
"Why don't you have any friends?" He asked. He was genuinely curious. Other than being a bit weird, he didn't understand why she didn't have friends.
"It's my quirk." She sighed.
"Why the fuck would people avoid you for thay?" He asked.
"That's a second question."
"Then ask two questions!" He started getting pissed.
"There! I sometimes have a hard time controlling my quirk, and I blurt out things! People find it annoying and weird. I don't even try to make friends at this point..." Hiroko sighed.
"That's bullshit. You can't help that." Bakugo stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"Well, you're one of the very few who think that way." She laughed sadly.
"Ask your questions." He said.
"Can I examine you?" She asked.
"Huh!?" He exclaimed, his face turning red.
"Well, it would help with upgrading your costume, and it could help me with better managing your equipment. Sorry, was that too forward? Wait! That's not my second question!" Hiroko started to ramble.
"Chill. I guess you could... examine me." The blonde sighed.
"Yay!"
"Just get on with your next question." He grumbled.
"Can we be friends?" The pink haired girl fiddled with her pencil, "You don't have to say yes. I understand..."
"Sure."
"Really!?" She asked in disbelief.
"Why the hell not?"
"Omg! You won't regret this!" She hugged him.
"Don't be all weird about it!" He tensed up as she squeezed him tightly.
"Sorry!" She giggled.
"Idiot..."
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The Bees and The Birds || Bakugo
Fanfiction(Updates every Tuesday, or at least I'll try!!) In which Bakugo comes across the outcast of the support course. Or In which class 2A comes across Bakugo's unusual relationship with a support course student. (⚠️‼️WARNING‼️⚠️- talks of suicide and abu...
