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Now I don't wanna sound ignorant or biased, but I made this leaning more towards black people. I know there are other races or nationalities for people of colour. But tbh I don't know much about all that, I know the main ones and I go off of those. Please don't hate me.

You wanted to go to a hero school in America, where there would be more kids of colour. But instead your parents moved to Japan. Japan of all places. Everywhere you went you were stared at, like you were an animal in a cage. It was rare to see someone of coloured in Japan, other than the occasional white American tourist. Japan scarcely ever saw someone like you.

Therefore, you felt ostracized. There were literally invisible people and pink people and you saw a blue little boy! But not a single person with brown skin, or dark skin for that matter. People weren't necessarily racist, but they were unknowingly rascist.

They stared at you like they had never seen someone like you before, which made you feel out of place and alone. But you decided to make best of a not so bad situation. Japan was much more advanced and more exoctic that America, and you took part in the culture, which you really enjoyed.

You aced the entrance exams and was put into class 1-a, you prayed that maybe the school would be more diverse, I mean there were people with 6 arms for crying out loud. But to your dismay, you were the only coloured person in 1-a.

The first time bakugou saw you, he saw mystery and beauty. The girl with a different hairstyle every week, whether she was showing off those natural curls, or rocking hair to her waist. He loved it.

"Hey Katsuki."

"It's Bakugou," he corrected you.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not used to calling people by their last names. I know it's like common sense here, but my mind is still stuck in America."

"It's whatever, calling you by your American last name is kind of weirdness anyways."

"I guess L.n is ideal. But Y.n sounds more normal," you said with a little chuckle.

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Little conversations about your heritage and culture would become a regular thing between you two. He had a fascination with your presentation, he wanted to know everything about you. About who you are.

One day you came to class rocking an Afro because you were to lazy to do your hair. In his eyes, it accentuated your beauty. You stuck out like a rose in a daisy field, (I know I use that line a lot, lol shut up).

You were nothing like the girls at school. You were different, and not just because if your skin, but because you gave off a different aura. An aura full of happiness and life.

He didn't like feelings, or how you made him blush, or made him feel like a kid again. He didn't like you, he didn't like how you made him fall. But he thinks he might be falling for you.

"So, what's America like?"

"High crime rates, overpopulated, honestly kinda crappy. Terrible president, thank god he got impeached."

"They put him in a peach?"

"No silly, just means he can't become president anymore. They kicked him out."

"Why'd they do that?"

"Because he's dumb, and a liar, a dumb liar."

"That sucks."

"Meh, I dont care for politics anyways."

"So tell me more."

"Ok, well in America, surprisingly a lot of people are obsessed with Japanese culture, anime, food, clothing, music. And drugs, we had a lot of them. The sickest parties, celebrities, sports, a lot of sports. It was just a mess of the good and bad."

"Were there more people like you?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I meant black people, but I also meant people who act like you. People with the Y.n. Vibe."

"Well duh there's more black people, and Hispanic, and Asian. Everyone comes to America. And what exactly is the Y.n Vibe?"

"I mean people who walk like you, talk like you. People who drum their fingers on stuff when their nervous, always doing something different, people who can make me smile. Which is really fucking rare. Do other people tilt their head when speaking, or dance like nobody's watching, when everyone clearly is? Are there people like you in America? Cause is yes I'm sure as hell moving."

You were ataken back, his sudden calm energy and his rambling was new to you. And he was shocked that he almost spilled the beans. He was absentmindedly tracing pattern on your arm, admiring the choclate beauty that was you.

"You really noticed all that? I just thought it was little things that I did, nothing special. But you noticed?"

"Of course, Y.n, you're different. I'm gonna fucking regret this later, but, I think I'm falling for you..."

"I think I'm falling for you too Bakugou."

"It's Katsuki."

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