DISCONTINUED!(Various!BNHA x Reader) Given Chance

Chapter 20

        Fluttering your eyes slowly, you then squinted at the sunlight invading your eyesight with its brightness, resulting for you to turn over; your back towards the said light, only for your face to meet... a wall? No, it's too squishy to be a wall, albeit it's quite hard enough to be one. Plus, it's breathing—Wait, what?

Craning your head upwards, your eyes were met with familiar blonde hair. It was Bakugou, with his eyes closed, as his whole face relaxed from its usual frowning expression, making him look peaceful. But having to be in such a close proximity with him led you to conclude that—

"What the heck?!" You jolted back, having your body land on the cold, wooden floor with a loud 'thud', startling Katsuki awake. You started mumbling nonstop of what just happened last night; specifically, of how you just ended up sleeping in the same bed as Bakugou's.

The last thing you remember? You remember training—hold on, did you fall asleep after that? You can't seem to grasp the memory of how you ended up in the Katsuki's room.

"What the hell, (L/n)..." Groaned the mentioned blonde, before turning over to continue his slumber. Is he not bothered of the fact that you slept with him—on the same bed?! But then... You guessed some reasons why he wasn't affected by this predicament.

It's either because he simply doesn't care, or he's not bothered because you've done this before as kids. You internally groaned.

Like Midoriya's case, this is different from the past! Everything you do would not be implied the same by the public from when you were younger. You're all teenagers now for crying out loud, and what you do now is not entirely with the same intention back when you were kids. Why? Because people make a huge fuss about it now that you're... more educated.

Standing up, you observed that your clothes are the same ones you've trained in, and that your gym bag is just lying on Katsuki's bedroom floor. You sighed as you grabbed your stuff, exited Kacchan's room, and headed downstairs, intending to go home and take a shower; unaware of the fact that your face was burning with embarrassment.

Once you've reached the living room, your nose was greeted with the scent of pancakes—breakfast!

"(Y/n), you're awake? Good! Here, have some pancakes that I stuffed with Nutella chocolate—just like how you'd like it!" Mitsuki offered, as you chuckled at the knowledge that she still remembers your kind of pancakes back when you were younger. You guessed that not everything changed from your transition to adolescence.

Looking at the kitchen clock, it was only seven in the morning of Saturday—an hour before your shift with Fukui, and four hours before miss Todoroki's. Perhaps you have some time for breakfast.

Luckily, the duffel bag you brought with you is the same one you bring when going to work. There's ought to be some spare hospital uniforms stuffed in there somewhere in its pockets, although you predicted it to be wrinkled from who knows how long it's been pocketed there. Despite being a woman, you're not particularly the best at arranging things, but at least you were prepared in the end.

Eagerly seated on the dining table, you said your thanks before digging in, appreciating Mitsuki's cooking skills, as she was satisfied with her work. Now, hopefully, she can teach her son her methods to win your heart through your stomach with her great cooking, cause fuck gender roles. That is, only if her son is interested in you, because she doesn't really have an issue having you as her daughter-in-law. In fact, she'd be delighted.

"Don't eat with your hair in front, (Y/n)! It could get in the way of your food!" Mitsuki scolded, before tucking your front tresses to your ear, revealing your burn scar. "Oh... S-sorry..." Slowly, you untucked your hair, letting it fall back to the place where they've been.