- Adult Bakugo and fem reader fanfiction -
Realistic and not cringe. I reread every chapter to make sure everything is perfect.
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-2nd person pov-
1:32 am
Bakugo had just driven away from Kirishima and Mina's home, passing through their neighborhood.
You stared out the window, taking in the neat and modern houses around the area.
Bakugo focused on the road ahead, steering the wheel with one hand. Once he left their community, he realized he still needed to enter your place into the GPS.
Stealing a glance at you from the corner of his eye, he noticed you were spaced out, gazing out the window. He took a deep breath, then reached over and lightly tapped your shoulder with the back of his hand to get your attention.
You turned to him, your eyes wide and shimmering with curiosity, reflecting the light like polished gems. Your expression was a blend of eagerness and intrigue.
"Uh..." he started before turning his gaze back to the road. "Put your place in the GPS," he spoke, pointing toward the car's screen.
You looked down at the screen and nodded, feeling taken aback by his demanding tone. You reached over and typed in the name of your apartment complex.
He watched you from the corner of his eye while you entered the information, then returned his focus to the road ahead.
●●●
About ten minutes had passed since you all left Kirishima's house.
The ride was really uncomfortable for you; it was dead silent in the car. The only thing keeping you from going insane was the music playing in the background.
You stared out the window once more as you let your mind run free, swirling with thoughts.
As you stared out, a couple of lights caught your eyes, making you focus your vision, spotting a car accident.
Bakugo noticed it, too, causing him to furrow his brows and narrow his eyes. “Shit…” he muttered under his breath.
The accident meant that the road would be longer than expected, and he would get home extremely late.
You frowned, thinking about how you'd need to wake up for work the next morning. If you got home by 1 or 2 AM, you would barely get any sleep before your shift.
Shuffling in your seat, you adjusted your posture to sit up straight against the leather.
You reached into your purse and pulled out your phone to text your supervisor about the possibility of not coming to work tomorrow.
As soon as you turned on your phone, the brightness of the screen caught Bakugo's attention.
He glanced over at you and noticed your cracked screen.
