"She's changed a lot since you last saw her," Bakugo's mother spoke. He shrugged. Mitsuki turned to look at him. "How does it make you feel?" She asked. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"The hell's that supposed to mean?" He shifted on his feet.
"I mea...
"CMON! I KNOW YOUVE GOT MORE FIGHT THAN THAT!" he teased, trying to get a rise out of y/n. Of course he would, it was fun for the both of them after all. Y/n and Bakugo were friends. They'd always have wrestle matches with their gang after school, an escape from their elementary.
"DONT USE YOUR QUIRK THIS TIME! I WANNA BEAT YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!" Y/n retorted immediately, wiping the mud from her cheek. She ran at the fellow seven year old, tackling him to the ground, mud splashing both of them. Their other three friends watching a few feet away, cheering Bakugo on. Except for a small freckled boy, who was loudly screaming y/n's name. Y/n smiled at this, her only cheerleader giving her strength. Y/n and Bakugo giggled through their fighting. Bakugo's Hand flew to y/n face to try to push her to the ground. She opened her mouth...and bit down.
"OW! HEY NO F-," Bakugo was pushed down to the ground, y/n climbing on top of him to hold him down till his three seconds were up.
"Heh, gotcha!" Y/n smiled proudly having beaten Bakugo. He frowned before pushing her off of him.
"Whatever, at least you fought with your all. I'll make sure to beat you next time." He wiped his cheek. "Let's Go guys," Bakugo led them back to the neighborhood. Once in familiar territory they all went home, knowing that they'd be scolded for getting so dirty.
"Y/n?! Why the hell are you so dir- TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF BEOFRE YOU GET THE FLOOR DIRTY!" Y/n's mom screeched at her from the kitchen. Y/n groaned, leaving her shoes next to her fathers, they looked very small compared to his. "What have you been doing?" Her mom guided her to the bathroom to clean up. "You better not have been with that Bakugo kid..." her mom took a step back, looking at her face. Y/n nodded. Her mom sighed angrily before scrubbing her face roughly with a wash cloth. "I told you to stay away from him...," she sighed. "It doesn't matter anyway, you won't be seeing him anymore after this weekend." Y/n looked up at her mom, confused.
"Why? I'll be good!" Y/n pleaded. Her mom shook her head.
"I know you'll be good but we're moving," y/n pushed her moms hands away from her.
"NO!" She stamped a small foot on the tile of the bathroom.
"Y/n, please..." her mom rubbed her temples, not ready for another temper tantrum.
"NononononoNO!!!" The young girl screamed. Her mom roughly grabbed her shoulders.
"LISTEN TO ME!" She took a deep breath. "Your dad has found work in America, were going there whether you like it or not. You've got no say in it." Her mom grabbed her small wrist and brought her into her room. By now big tears had begun streaming down the little girls face. "Stay in here and calm down, I'll come get you when dinners ready." Her mom said coldly, closing the door.
Y/n hadn't known that the fight earlier with Bakugo was the last time she'd see him.
For a while at least.
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