You're pov
The drive hadn't been long and before you knew it you were back at the house. When you had pulled up Shinso had emerged from the house and had walked out to the car. By the time he had got there you were out of the car and closing the door. Mr. Aizawa had been a bit slower than you and was taking his time to get out of the car. Meanwhile, you and Shinso started to take your bags out of the back seat. Before you got to the door Hizashi had already been there and opened up the door for you. As you walked in you smiled a bit and tilted your head. Hizashi had returned the smile before opening the door wider for you to walk inside. When you walked inside a small comforting feeling had made its way to you as you softly looked around the house as you walked to the room you were going to be staying in. Once you opened the door you had placed the bags on the floor next to you Shinso doing the same. When all the bags were placed onto the ground Shinso had sat down onto the bed as you sat next to him before slowly leaning back onto the bed. "It's crazy you know..." You had nodded as Shinso had propped himself against the headboard. You laid there in comfortable silence. After a while, Shinso got up off the bed. "Hey, I'll let you unpack and settle in. My room is just down the hall if you need." you nodded and watched him walk out of the room. You had reluctantly started to unpack the first bag before you called if good for the night and climbed into bed and fall asleep.
The next day
When you had woke up you had noticed the somewhat familiar room before frowning and curling into the blankets some more. Slowly you realized you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Once you got up and out of bed you realized you were still wearing the same outfit as the other night. Reluctantly you had looked through your bags of clothes and found a couple of soaps that you had brought from home. Slowly you exited out of your room to take a shower. Thankfully you didn't see anyone up at the moment. Rushing you went to the bathroom and had locked the door before slowly turning on the hot water and peeling off your clothes. Next, you had unwrapped your hands and remembered that you're going to have to buy some more wraps because you hadn't grabbed the extras that you had at the house. Once the wraps were off you had slowly walked into the shower and washed up. You had not been in the shower for long for fear of someone waking up. The clothes that you had picked out had been a black baggy band shirt with some black faded skinny jeans. When you were dressed you picked up your soaps, the towel you had used, the clothes from the other day, and the old wraps for your hands. Quickly you had walked into your room not seeing that anyone had been up. Placing the dirty clothes in a pile on the floor away from the door in case someone walks in. After a while, you had decided to let your hands air out for a while before deciding to ask to go to the store later on when everyone is up. But for the time being, you decided to finish unpacking.
Unpacking everything was a lot easier said than done. When you were packing up you didn't realize just how much you had packed into these bags. When you had dumped the bags onto the bed you had looked around and found that in the small closet was nothing but a couple of hangers and some floor space for some shoes. There had also been a small dresser on a different wall and lastly, there had been a small bedside table. Slowly you had gone through your pile of belongings. Your shirts hang up in the closet, your sweats jeans and shorts in the dresser, your shoes in the closet, And lastly your sketchbooks and tattoo equipment on the bedside table. Everything was up and out of the bags until one of them fell over and a little old stuffed bunny had rolled out. Your heart squeezed at the sight of it.
*Flash Back*
It had been Christmas morning and your dad had just walked into the door. Your face lit up with a huge smile as you ran towards him almost catching him off balance. He gave you a smile and hugged you back. Your mother had walked in with a smile on her face and everything was great. He handed you the stuffed bunny and ruffled your hair. "Here you go princess"
"Thank you daddy!" with a big smile on your face you hugged the bunny close to you and dragged him over to the living room.
*Flash Back over*
You smiled sadly at the memory before placing it onto the Dresser. When you heard a knock on the door. The slight knock had made you stand on end but nun the less you replied with a "Come in". Shortly after you had watched Shinso stick his head threw the door and seen his eyes widen at the sight of your shirt.
"I didn't know you had a good taste in music?!" You looked down at your shirt and nodded.
"Didn't think you'd be cool enough to know what music this is." A slight shrug and a small smirk were played. Shinso raised his right hand to his chest making a dramatic gesture.
"I am offended that you'd think that low of me!" the two of you chuckled and talked about different types of music the two of you like and before you knew it, it had been a couple of hours.
"Hey, do you think I could go to town and buy a couple of things?" You had an acquired smiled at Shinso and he nodded his head.
"Sure just give me a couple of minutes to get ready." You nodded and watched him walk out of the room. You lean back into the bed and pull out your phone and headphones which had been previously on top of one of your sketchbooks. Adjusting the headphones in your ears you sit up and grab your hairbrush off your dresser and quickly plug it in the wall for it to heat up and brush through your thin brunette hair. Quickly straightening it, and adding a gray beanie on top of your head. Soon after Shinso had knocked and walked inside the room. "Ready to go?"
"Mhm.. just let me-" You cut yourself off by placing a contact in your right eye before blinking a couple of times and headed out the door. "Ready" A slight smirk appeared on your face before getting a somewhat weird look from Shinso.
"Why hide your eye?" Shinso asked as you guys had walked towards the front door. You shrugged not really having an answer.
"Well... my mom bought me contacts because she thought it was weird... I guess it just makes things easier, you know?" Shinso nodded a bit concerned. You opened the front door and started walking, keeping one of your headphones wrapped around your ear so you can hear Shinso better as he talked.
The walk wasn't as long as your normal walk to the store if you had still lived in your old home. But even so, it was still different this time someone went with you. On the walk you haven't talked much, mostly you had listened to Shinso explain how he started listening to the band. When you got to the store you smiled at the familiar workers in the store and went straight to the all so familiar aisle of first aid. You had picked out a couple of wraps and small cheap items that had been in your budget. Shinso was quiet in the store not liking that there were other people that he did not know around. Quickly you had found your supplies and had headed to the next aisle where you normally had bought your tattoo ink at. When you were there you had also picked out a new needle for your tattoo kit as you had lost the back up in the midst of everything. Satisfied with what you had picked out you went to the register where an older lady had been working. When you had approached the register the lady had given you a soft smile. "Same as always" she Shook her head before continuing. "Who's the fellow?" She smirked and drifted her gaze to Shinso who was currently standing a little ways behind you as you paid. You chuckled aqwordly.
"Oh, that's Shinso... He's just someone I met a couple of days ago." You softly smiled at the lady. She made an mhm sound before handing you the receipt and smiling.
"Have a good day (Y/N)" You nod your head as you leave towards the exit as Shinso slowly walks behind you. The walk home had been the same as the walk there just filled with small chatter.
When you got to the house you placed your bags in your room as Shinso went and did his own thing. Unpacking and covering up your hands not wanting an infection.
YOU ARE READING
Bakugo X Reader
Fanficeverything went downhill that day. why did it all happen? It was never your fault so why was she blaming it all on you? This story Is about you and your family, Your father has died and your mother had blamed it all on you. This led her to overdrink...