꒰ ❛ WHY DID FATE CHOOSE YOU? ❜ ꒱
ೃ⁀➷ 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.
People are bound together by a red string of fate
(y/n) (l/n), a girl with the power to change that fate.
Everyone has a soul mate, boun...
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f i f t e e n
【BURNT CARAMEL】
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(Y/N)DID NOT THINK her trip to the convenience store with Aizawa would lead to her awkwardly following the Bakugous back to their home. A lot has been on her mind today and being with Bakugou as well as his mum wasn't going to help her calm down.
"We're here!" Mitsuki speaks up as they reach the gate of a large home.
After stepping inside, (y/n) glances around the inside of the home in awe. It was nothing like Aizawa's cramped apartment. It didn't have cat fur everywhere nor did it smell if those 2 minute noodles. Instead there was a faint scent of caramel mixed with flowery perfume which helped (y/n) to relax a little.
"What are you so excited about?" Bakugou snorts as he pushes out the memories of when he first showed (y/n) that claw machine way back when she first arrived.
"Sorry its just nothing like home at all," (y/n) sheepishly grins while Bakugou shrugs and storms upstairs.
"Katsuki! Take (y/n) to your room with you!" Mitsuki calls out after him.
Being alone with katsuki in his room? That sounds way too awkward for my liking....
"Go up after him (y/n), It'll take me half an hour to get dinner ready anyway," Mitsuki pretty much pushes the girl towards the stairs.
"Um I can help you!" (y/n) insists, blushing a bit in embarrassment which Mitsuki notices.
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"(y/n) do you possibly like K-" (y/n) without even thinking clamps her hand over Mitsuki's mouth, worried that Bakugou is listening in on the conversation. Unfortunately with that, Mitsuki's suspicions were answered and she seemed ecstatic about this fact.
