Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 37

Bakugo's POV

After school, I walked to a nearby coffee shop to work on some school work as I waited for Kirishima to text me. However, as I tried to focus on completing the assignment in front of me, my mind kept drifting to thoughts of her. Pinching the bridge of my nose and sighing in frustration, I smashed my pen down on the table, causing it to wobble slightly. The barista gave me a warning look and I was about to tell her to fuck off when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Taking it out, I was surprised by the rush of nerves I felt as I opened the text.

Shitty Hair: I'm at the convenience store by the train station. And don't worry man, I made sure I wasn't followed.

I rolled my eyes as I stood and gathered up my things. Kirishima was having way too much fun with this, acting like it was a top secret mission or some shit. On the walk to the store, I found myself moving quickly and before I knew it, I spotted Kirishima's cherry red hair from what felt like half a mile away. His ridiculous hair was like a beacon among the crowds of people that stood between us and as I got closer I noticed the dark sunglasses he was wearing. He was stone faced as I came to stand in front of him, at which point he gave a quick nod before handing over a basket.

"The cargo has been unloaded at the pick up location," he said quietly, pressing his fingers to his ear as he pretended to talk into an ear piece.

"You're an idiot," I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

He lowered his sunglasses and winked, his face splitting into a grin. "Good luck, man!"

"Tch," I turned and started making my way to the girl's house, which wasn't too far from the convenience store.

As I walked, I peeked down at the gift basket. It was filled with a honeydew melon, a small package of chocolates, a package of tea, a few juice bottles that promised large amounts of vitamin C, a black and gray cloth of some sort, Kleenex and an envelope. Most everyone in the class had signed the card that Mina made, although I had refused. Cards are a waste of paper in my opinion and words mean nothing unless your actions actually back them up. I was tempted to open it and see what the other morons in my class had written to her but I resisted the urge.

When I saw her house, my footsteps started to slow and my thoughts began to race. 

What am I going to say if one of her parents opens the door? It's probably going to be one of them, right? If she's sick she probably won't get out of bed. What if no one answers the door and I have to stand there like a fucking idiot delivery boy? Fuck. Fuck!

Despite the warning signs flashing in my mind to just drop the damn basket at the doorstep and run, I found my hand lifting up and my fist rapping on the door in three loud, concise knocks. After a few seconds I heard a shuffling on the other side of the door and my pulse quickened as the door swung open to reveal a middle aged woman.

Her eyes were the same shade of green as her daughter's and her dark hair was pulled up in a neat bun. A smile lit up her face as she took me in and looked down to see the basket I was holding.

"Hi there, you must be one of y/n's classmates?" Her voice was warm and kind, a harsh contrast to the old hag that had birthed me.

"Uhhh, yeah. Our class put this together -" I said, holding up the basket.

Before I could say anything else, she ushered me inside, cooing and rattling on the entire time. "Oh my goodness, that's so kind of you! You know, I've been worried about her since she's transferred into the hero course, she's always been a bit of a loner, you know? And these past few weeks she seems like she's been pushing herself harder and harder. And with her father being hospitalized, well..."