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Ch. 19: Bakugou's Mom

• { Chapter 19 } •
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|| B a k u g o u ' s  M o m ||

《1st POV》

DING DONG!

It was only a short minute when I stood nervously at the Bakugou residence's front door. For some reason, I wanted to turn back, but the door already opened.

"Oh my...[Y-Y/n], is that really you?" Mrs. Bakugou's eyes widened, gasping in great excitement that she froze a bit. "W-What a surprise! Please come in, come in!"

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Bakugou," I bowed politely before entering and standing near the steps. "It'll be quick, so I don't have to remove my shoes."

She closes the door. "My, my, my, you've grown into a beautiful young adult," she compliments, throwing her usual fun mom vibes. "Just look at you!"

"Oh, Mrs. Bakugou, please, you don't look a day old since the last time I saw you." Since the last time...

She chortled, breaking my sad thoughts. "Aw thank you sweetie. When did you come back? Does my Katsuki know?"

"Mhm, hai. I came to U.A. on the second week of high school; we're in the same class," I replied with a nod. "I had changed schools during junior high so suddenly..for personal reasons."

"Ah, so not that long ago," she replied as if she hadn't heard media trailing off. "Is that why my son is acting up so weird lately?" She crossed her arms disappointed. "He didn't even tell me."

"What do you mean?" I cross my eyebrows.

"Your arrival must've shook him. During the days you were gone, he changed for the worse," she laughed waving a careless hand, and I wasn't sure if she was joking. "Now he's gradually easy going."

"What..?" I blinked. Changed for the worse?

"Oh, honey, it's nothing too serious," she waved, noticing my expression, "He's gotten even more moody, but it's probably just because he's a teenage boy. Oh silly me, I didn't even call him. My, I'm talking so much, I'm just so proud to see you grow up like this!"

"Oh, please Mrs. Bakugou," I breathed laughter flattered as she turned around, a hand near her mouth.  "KATSUKI!" His mother yelled. "GET DOWN HERE!"

I nervously smiled as I forgot how loud she was. "Ahh, it's so different now," she continued, switching softly back to me. "I noticed my boy is going out more often. You two hang out a lot more than when you were kids, is that it? How is he now?" 

"He's....tolerable," I grin to myself remembering the same thing he said to me at the carnival.

"Well, that's such an upgrade!" She clapped happily before turning into a beast toward the stairs again. "KATSUKI! I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN!!!"

"Mitsuko, honey, what's all the--oh hello there, [Y/n] [L/n]! Shocks to see you come to this house, hm?" Mr. Bakugou chuckled, entering from the kitchen.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bakugou," I bowed.

"Mhm, right back at you," he grins politely, "What brings you here? Please do take off your shoes. You're our guest and a long time friend."

"Honey, she came back since the second week of school," Mrs. Bakugou nodded and pouted furiously. "Our Katsuki didn't tell us."

"Is that so?" He blinked surprised.

"Ah, t-thank you Mr. Bakugou, but it'll be quick," I nod with a grin. "I just have to return his shirt back to him..." The two parents blinked at me, and I shut my mouth, beginning to blush as they stare at me like they had the wrong idea.