The Back of My Hero (Bakugou Katsuki x OC)

Odayaka Mana : Origin

# Anguish of the Quirkless ( 林ゆうき) to set the mood courtesy of Hayashi Yuuki#

#You might want to repeat it many times since it's going to be a long long one. Sorry, I can't find longer version than this#

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My hair still lightly damp from after shower that it wet my bare shoulder. Bakugou's black shirt hanged loosely on my body, while his sister's short pajama pants fitted me perfectly. I wore a plain biscuits colored apron as instructed by Bakugou's sister, which surprisingly was Bakugou's and began helping her with the cooking. The ingredients for beef hamburg laid neatly on their separate variate size bowls. Bakugou's sister started with chopping the onion finely, while I was trusted with mixing the breadcrumbs mix. I held my drool over the plentiful ground meat. Such a high class treat. Made me wonder if I really deserve it.

If it wasn't for the smell of the cooking, the entire house will only be filled with Bakugou's scent. A sweet scent of nitroglycerin mixed with a bit of musky tone of his peculiarity that overwhelmed me with aphrodisiac effect, almost made me drunk. Added with the unusual absence of sound, just a distant TV noise in which Bakugou's father watched, and restless knocking of knife against wood, it was a bad combination. Living alone, I should've been accustomed to stillness, yet this one was different. It was...calming... warm... intoxicating. 

"So Mana-chan..." Bakugou's sister broke the silent.

"Yes?"

"Are you Katsuki's girlfriend?"

I choked, almost drenched the counter with milk. Afraid of spilling any more liquid, I put down the carton by my side. My face blushed red and my speech faltered, "N--No--No, of course not, Bakugou-neechan." The lady looked at me confusedly.

"Then you are his friend from...?"

Friend huh? I wonder if I'm friend with Bakugou. Seriously, what am I?

"Umm...I don't know if I'm his friend but I go to U.A just like your brother, neesan," I smiled to her.

The lady put down her knife, turning herself to me, making stop gesture with both her hand. "Wait, wait... Do you think I'm Katsuki's sister?" We shared an awkward look. She read my innocent face that implied 'are you not?' then she burst out laughing. "I like you, Mana-chan," she remarked, pointed at me with her knife then she continued chopping the onion. "But I'm his mother."

I looked at her, top to bottom, with my jaw dropped. "Lying!"

She shrugged. Smiling confidently. "It's my quirk. I produce glycerin that makes my skin more supple naturally." 

Well, I did wonder how Bakugou's parents looks like, having a super difficult son such as him must be stressing. I thought his parent were more... tired, not very 'fresh' at least, like a costumer service employee who always got nagged by tons of costumers everyday but this absolutely contradicted my imagination.

"Well, forget about All Might's super power. If I had a quirk, I want one like yours, Bakugou-san. Eternal beauty," I slid my opened palm out, 'imagine' it implied.

Bakugou's mother chortled. Then there were silence before she continued to a heavier subject, "Do you...not have quirks like that?"

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Ah, I dug my own grave there. I guess that was the best effort to ask the 'are you quirkless' question politely. A question that always had me swollen my spit, feeling uneasy, and bit my lower lips. It was silent again for about 5 minutes, excepting for few further cooking instructions.