«愛»『Bakugo x Reader』

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☛Bakugo's P.O.V.☚

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The day after the USJ attack, we were told to stay home, even the other classes. Of course, I took that opportunity to rest for most of my day. I thought that I would use the day for a day of training or something of the sort as well, you know maybe I could make a useless day become useful, who knows? But, that never worked out for me, of course not.

I stared at my phone, listening into the silence that the unknown caller had brought for me. She was playing 'Mr. Sandman' but a male cover, and it sounded depressing. She simply called and said she just wanted someone's presence, and I reluctantly fell for her trap. She was reading her book and stayed quiet; mainly since I yelled at her for not shutting up.

"...Give her two lips like roses and clovers..."

The song continued as she mumbled with it after her short pause of silence. I let it go and continued my way downstairs with my phone in hand. Luckily, no one was home at the moment, so leaving her on speaker wasn't a problem.

"What do you want?" My usual tone of coldness returned as soon as I answered the phone. At first, there was no sound until a faint noise of a door slammed.

"Hey—"

"Can you just stay on the call?" A rare occasion appeared again, and by that I mean the fact that her teasing time was no longer heard.

"Why?" I still kept my tone, after all, I'm not here to be her therapist even when she acts like my own. She sighed as she open her window, which was easily heard since it squeaked.

"Please?"

"Are you scared of becoming a broken mate?" I stopped all movement And replays in my head as I heard her question; a broken mate? They were the ones who didn't fall for their soulmate, but rather someone else. If you choose another person, you usually don't have the greatest life, but it still lasts forever.

"No. Why would I be?" I finally answered as I began to make myself a lunch somewhat.

"...Broken mates are scary," She paused, as if she were replaying memories in her head, that may or may not haunt her.

"I hope my soulmate stays." I knew that she was acting different than her usual self; her teasing self who always wins in a video game, the one who calls to see if someone is okay, the one who can fit her words to someone else's tastes. I glanced at the phone as I reverted back to silent swear words.

"Let's just play some damn games."

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As nighttime approached, I realised that our call was going overnight again. I was slowly getting used to that fact, though, she would still blackmail me anyhow. Now, the existing light from the moon beamed into my room as I lay on my bed; right next to my phone that continued to stay on speaker.

"Favourite colour?" She asked as I rolled my eyes, but soon gave in.

"Orange or black."

"(F/C) is more aesthetically pleasing." She chuckled as she shifted on her own bed, which was obvious since it was so damn loud. She began to hum while thinking of another question.