Burn and drown {Bakugo x reader}

Chapter 3: Sight

Her cheeks turns rather pale as she yawns, stretching her arms up as her new school blazer shifts up before settling back down. (Y/n) tugs on the bottom of her blazer to straighten out the newly made creases that sticks to her. Fingertips brush over her lip as she continues to cover up another yawn.

The morning sun peeks over the straightened edges of homes, that stand neatly in a line on each side of the road. A few cars drive past, full of people readying to start their day one way or another. It's rather early, but (Y/n) doesn't mind, and it becomes quite clear when her eyes fly up towards the golden sky, watching birds in their neat formation fly over head, a smile appears clear as day on her face. A deep breath of fresh air fills her lungs and clears her mind, her skin bathing in the morning's golden raze as if the sun is kissing her cheek good luck.

The sounds of fabric shuffling against fabric catches her attention for a moment, she looks down at her cousin fiddling with the strap of his backpack.
"You always take this path to school?" She asks curiously as she takes in the beautiful scenery pasting them by, even if it's just peaceful family homes and buildings just sitting there. Japan is home, a home (Y/n) hasn't seen for years and she doesn't want miss another chance to take everything in.
"Sometimes, I actually usually train in the mornings at the beach most of the time. Well actually the only times I don't train in the morning, is if I have a test the same day, or I injured myself " His hands wave around slightly as he explains his routine. (Y/n) nods her head figuring out that she would have to sometimes walk alone to school.
"And your all set for walking home right?" The young student doesn't want to leave anything out, she just wants to prepare herself if the occasion of her walking by herself appeared.
"Actually.." He begins rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes glued on the ground as if that is the most interesting thing he's ever seen,"I stay behind to study and get one to one help with one of our teachers; All Might" He continues.

The name didn't really shock her since she was informed about it when she was applying to the school, and then had a meeting with the principal. But she nods to show him that she is still listening.
"Hey (Y/n)? C-Can I ask something?"
"Sure"
"Why did you leave Japan?" A rather unpleasant silence grows between them, feeling the light hearted scene now shifting uncomfortably. Heaviness clings onto her (e/c) eyes, dragging them down to face their path forward. His words linger, like a single piano note that ended a beautifully made melody.
"I will tell you another time, right now I just want to focus on getting to school." He can't help but feel like he kinda screwed up, maybe it was too much of a personal question? His mind starts racing with panic fearing he hurt her in someway, but before he can apologize, (Y/n) takes notice of his rather panicked expression and chooses to change the subject.
"Hey doesn't Bakugo live down that road?" They both stare off in the streets direction.
"Yeah actually, I think so" Saying softly Midoriya closes his eyes, he can't be more grateful of the subject change.
"I remember him walking home with Mrs.Bakugo. He was cute" (Y/n) thinks back to the time where Mitsuki and Midoriya's mom would walk home together chattering, with Bakugo holding his mother's hand. (Y/n) herself was sat in Inko's arms as Midoriya walked next to her gripping her dark blue skirt. They were all just kids. Adorable kids.
"Yeah now he's a dick" SLAP! Midoriya's hands immediately slaps over his mouth with wide eyes realizing what words he just let stumble out.
...
A loud roar of laughter booms, disturbing the birds that were resting on a lamp post. (Y/n)'s hands pressed against her stomach as tears build up in the corners of her eyes, all caused from laughing so hard, it takes a minute but Izuku finally joins in laughing to at his sudden out burst.

Kacchan would kill me if he heard what I said.

It's a moment that surely will not be forgotten.

~school, UA~

It didn't usually take long for the hallways to grow lively as students flood into the building a couple at a time. Seemingly to wonder to their usual places with their friends or to wait for someone. The golden morning light peeks through the windows of the school, watching the students as they go on with their way. A few familiar faces stand in the hall ways not too far from their class room Class 1-A, not yet ready or even awake enough to step foot inside. Instead they choose to talk with one another about their weekend or plans, amongst other things.