[currently under major editing, please read at risk of changes.]
"I heard there's a new transfer student!"
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Shiro Kurayami is a new admittee to U.A. High School of Heroics, she joins the class of 1-A and is immediately taken a liking to...
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"Katsu come on!" I whined, chasing after him with a grin on my face, seeing his annoyed expression as he looked back to glare at me.
"Get the fuck away from me, you idiot!" He yelled, walking out of the school with fast steps which I finally caught up to.
"Don't be like that Katsuki! We used to be the best of friends! Now come on, we'll miss your train if we don't hurry!"
"I told you! Leave me the fuck alone!" Bakugo scowled, glaring at me before storming ahead, his figure slouched and footsteps heavy as I laugh behind him.
"No way! I think I'll pay a visit to the Bakugo Household today. It's been years since I've had the chance to eat your mom's curry." I grin, matching my pace with his, making him glare at me once more only this time much more harder.
"The fuck you are. The old hag won't shut up if you show up." He grumbled, hands shoved in his pockets as he turned up to a house's porch, myself grinning at the sight of the all-too-familiar home.
Pushing the door open, Bakugo steps in and takes off his shoes by the inner entrance, not even bothering to close to door seeing as I wouldn't leave. Entering the seemingly quiet household, I gingerly take off my own shoes, placing them by the side as I step in.
"Sorry to intrude." I instinctively called, seeing that Bakugo was nowhere in sight -probably in his room- and leaving me to wander the house myself.
"Bakugo-san?" Peering around the living room, I then turn towards the kitchen in search of the woman, seeing a head of blonde hair right by the sink.
"Bakugo-san?" I called out, causing her to turn around confused, until her eyes landed on me and changed into a face of surprise and delight instead.
"Oh, is that you Shiro-chan? You've grown up so much!" She hurriedly wiped her hands dry and rushed towards me, a large motherly smile on her lips as she took me into an embrace.
"It's great to see you too, Bakugo-san." I smiled, returning the embrace with as much affection as the both of us stood there in the middle of the kitchen.
"Oh, just call me Mitsuki, honey! No need to be so formal with me!" Mitsuki gushed, letting go of the hug and walking us towards the living room.
"So, judging by your uniform you're in U.A. too? Are you in the same class as Katsuki then?" She started, seating herself by the couch as I sat across from her.
"Uhm, yeah. We're in the same class." I shrugged along with an awkward chuckle, fiddling with my fingers as Mitsuki simply smiled back.
"Tell me, why did my excuse of a son invite you over?" She questioned, her eyes seeming to have a glisten of mischief and knowing in them as she leaned closer in interest.
