Control Your Reality: Katsuki Bakugo

Chapter 2

"You've never had cake before?!"

Hitori shook her head and glared at the back of Bakugo's head. Of course he had to open his mouth about it already.

They were in the car on the way to the market. Mitsuki was driving, and Bakugo was in the passenger seat. Hitori had the back seat to herself. Mitsuki insisted on them going with her so that they could pick out some fresh fruit.

"Well, I guess we'll be picking up some baking stuff too then," Mitsuki said. "We'll bake a cake this afternoon."

"I'm not baking anything," Bakugo said.

"Oh yes you are, Katsuki!"

"Hell no!"

"You said you would," Hitori said with a sly smile.

Bakugo whipped around in his seat to glare daggers at her. "Shut it, Scrappy!"

"Katsuki! Don't be rude!" Mitsuki snapped.

Bakugo growled but stopped arguing.

"What kind of cake do you want to bake, Hitori?"

"I don't know," she said quietly.

"Do you even know what types there are?" Bakugo asked skeptically.

"Not really," Hitori said, shaking her head. "I just know vanilla and chocolate."

"There's also red velvet, carrot, birthday cake, lemon, and coffee. And a lot more, but I don't care about them."

"Lemon sounds good."

"We can do a dark chocolate icing with it," Mitsuki said.

"Yum."

They pulled into a parking lot near an outdoor market. It was similar to the market the sludge villain had attacked Hitori in, but more open since it wasn't in the middle of the city. The colorful canopies had a variety of displays underneath them, from artwork, to food, to hero propaganda.

When they first started walking around, Hitori couldn't help but spend more time looking at the ground than the products. It was instinctual for her. Outdoor markets were usually one of the best places to find loose cash or change on the ground.

Mitsuki and Bakugo turned toward one of the stands. Hitori followed slowly, but something else had caught her eye. A man's wallet was hanging precariously out of his pocket. She watched him like a hawk until it fell to the ground. He kept walking, none the wiser.

Hitori immediately swooped down and snagged the wallet from the ground. She opened it and her eyes widened in shock. The guy was loaded.

It's always the damn rich people that don't care enough to keep tabs on their money.

She started to pull some of the cash out, but she stopped.

"Dammit..." Hitori muttered angrily.

It wasn't right. She had always known that, but this was the first time she cared. She didn't want to steal it. Nor did she feel like she had to. It was an instinct.

Hitori sighed and pushed the cash back in. She closed the wallet and jogged after the guy who had dropped it. He was grateful that she had picked it up and thanked her profusely. Then she turned and walked back to where Bakugo and Mitsuki were, glaring at the ground.

Stupid rich people. Give some money to the rest of us, dammit.

When she reached the stand she looked up and made eye contact with Bakugo. He was smiling slightly, and Hitori got the feeling that he had seen what she had just done.