Smoke and Embers | Bakugo x reader fanfic

Moving in

Your Point Of View

I woke up Saturday morning with my heart pounding like I'd just run a mile. 

Today was the day. I was moving into U.A.'s dorms, and I couldn't even pretend to sleep last night, running on pure adrenaline. My aunt and I had spent the past few days planning every detail of my dorm room, combing through Pinterest and magazines for ideas. 

I knew she was sad to see me go. She hid it behind a smile every time she handed me another design book.

As I sat on the edge of my bed, looking around my room one last time, she entered with her phone, all smiles but misty-eyed. "I can't believe you're leaving already," she said, pulling me into a hug that was as much a lifeline for her as it was for me.

"I know," I whispered, hugging her tightly. "I can't believe it either."

We sat there for a moment, just the two of us, until the doorbell rang, pulling us back into the moment. I figured it was just another box or two from what I'd been collecting over the past month, but soon, I saw box after box filling the entryway. All the bits and pieces I'd pointed out on our little shopping sprees suddenly stacked up right in front of me.

"Oh my god, did you...?" I could barely get the words out before tears started stinging my eyes. My aunt's usually calm expression softened, and she pulled me close again. "I just...wanted you to have everything you wanted, even if I can't be there to help you set up," she explained, brushing a tear from my cheek. 

She glanced at the clock and frowned. "I wish I could stay, but I have that meeting in Tokyo..."

I hugged her one last time, whispering, "Thank you. For everything." She pressed a quick kiss to my forehead and hurried off, leaving me with the mountain of boxes that now felt both incredible and slightly overwhelming.

I rubbed my temples, already feeling the logistics headache of moving all of this on my own. I didn't have a car, and I couldn't exactly call a moving truck. So, I found myself rifling through the garage, attempting to build some makeshift cart or wagon that could hold a box or two at a time. Of course, every attempt flopped harder than the last.

"Oi, steam-queen," Bakugo's voice grated from the driveway, cutting through my thoughts. I looked up, eyes narrowing as he smirked, watching my pitiful attempts. "What the hell d'ya think you're doing with all that crap?"

I glared up at him, my fists curling in irritation. "What's it to you, Katsuki?"

He chuckled, crossing his arms, clearly entertained. "I dunno, maybe I'm just enjoying the show. You struggling like that? It's pretty pathetic."

My fingers curled into fists, steam hissing out from my hair as my irritation grew. "You think this is funny?"

He just shrugged, his grin widening. "Yeah, I kinda do. You need to get your act together."

Just as I was about to fire back, he turned on his heel and walked back toward his house, leaving me fuming. What was the point of that?

Then, just as I turned back around, I heard the familiar hum of a garage door opening, and there it was—a pristine Rolls-Royce Spectre, gleaming under the morning sun. My jaw practically hit the floor as Bakugo pulled the car out with a nonchalant wave.

"The trunk's still got some space, and the back seats are empty," he said, hopping out of the car. Without waiting for a response, he started loading the boxes into the trunk like it was his own personal mission.

I blinked, taken aback. "Wait. Is this your car?"

Bakugo scoffed, casting me a sideways glance as he loaded another box. "It's my old man's. He calls it 'shared custody,' so I get it whenever the hell I want." He tossed another box in, barely breaking a sweat.