𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ♡ ʙɴʜᴀ

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"WELCOME," the old lady behind the counter at the local coffee shop you frequent often greeted you. The café was rather quiet this morning with only a few customers spread out within the shop. Soft jazz music played in the background, matching the aroma of the coffee that lazily hung in the air. A chill ran up your spine despite the room-temperature ventilation that filled the café.

You gave her a warm smile, "can I get a hot chocolate with extra vanilla, please?"

"Of course, dearie. It'll be right out."

"What are you doing here, goldie?" A rough voice said from behind you. You turned around to see a scowling ash-blonde. Just the guy you wanted to see in the early morning.

"Oh, Bakugou! I'm just getting hot chocolate. Would you like anything? My treat!" You asked politely.

"I can buy my own drink, dumbass," he told you with a glare but you could see the blush creeping up his neck.

Ah yes, Katsuki Bakugou. A hot-headed, spiky ash-blonde who had some sort of superiority complex with Izuku Midoriya. It was quite interesting, to say the least. You liked his personality, it was always very... explosive, is the way to describe it.

"Alright, alright," you held up your hands in mock surrender. The angry teen gave his order to the barista: a black coffee, which really, you're not surprised. A bitter taste for a bitter personality.

"Do you come here often?" You questioned curiously. You haven't seen him come in the café before, and you were a regular since you moved here.

He shook his head, "nah, only when the old hag doesn't make my coffee in the morning. I gotta wake up somehow."

"Hmm, interesting," you murmured under your breath. He's not a morning person. That didn't surprise you either.

"What kind of dumbass orders hot chocolate on a hot day like today, anyways?" Bakugou looked at you incredulously, his lips turned up in distaste. He wasn't wrong, it was a bit on the warmer side today, but it didn't really feel that way to you.

"I do! Hot chocolate is good for the soul, ya know?"

Bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes, "yeah, okay."

"Angel?" The old lady called out.

"Oh, that's me!" You grabbed the hot cup from her hands, thanking her dearly and giving her the money.

"You really gave her the name, 'Angel' for your order?" Bakugou asked in disbelief with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, why not? It is my hero name, after all. Or, going to be at least." Quite the opposite, really. But oh well. Lies are lies. You stood to the side to wait for him.

"You really think a damn extra like you is gonna become a hero?" His tone was snarky but you weren't offended. You took a sip of your drink, peeking up at his harsh glare through your eyelashes. You felt the warmth go down your throat easily and waited for it to spread throughout your chest, just like you always did. You frowned... still cold.

"Mhm. And, you'll be fighting right beside me. I know you'll become a great hero, too!" You told him, giving him a smile. Perhaps that may be true, but he'd most likely be fighting against you, not beside you.

Bakugou was taken aback, shocked by your reaction. He didn't know what he was expecting, perhaps an angry response, maybe even sad, but whatever it was, it definitely wasn't that. She just complimented him right after he insulted her! Now he really feels like an asshole.

He turned his back to you, "tch, whatever."

You giggled at him, causing him to snap his head towards you, "the hell you laughing at?"

"Tch," you teased him.

"Oi, shut it, goldie," he narrowed his crimson eyes into slits. He'd never admit that he found the imitation of him cute. His name was called and he grabbed his coffee, rushing out of the café. You followed quickly after him.

"Let's walk to school together, yeah?" You exclaimed more than asked.

"What, no wa-"

You grabbed his left hand with your free, right one, intertwining your fingers. You swung your arms gently, humming to yourself happily.

"Hey, what the hell!" Bakugou snarled, ready to rip his arm away from you. But then he looked down at your interlocked hands and then back at your happy, glowing face. His face softened and he let out a sigh.

"Yeah, whatever," he gave in and you beamed, sending him a toothy grin.

So fuckin bright...

So, after all of that, you two walked, hand in hand, all the way to U.A. The walk was loud with mostly your chatter as you told him about your favorite show and him refraining himself from looking down at your hands with a slight blush.

It had been about two weeks since you started going to U.A. Somehow, you quickly became everyone's favorite classmate and student. Something about being too pure and innocent. You snickered in your head.

You had to admit though, you were enjoying your time here. You were friends with everyone, even the grumpy, mean Katsuki Bakugou. It was just the Angel charm.

As you neared the school, a voice called from behind you, "Y/N!"

Bakugou and you both turned around, watching as Todoroki jogged over. "Hi Todoroki!"

"Hey, I just wanted to-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence, his eyes stuck on where your hand was holding Bakugou's. Immediately, the ash-blonde dropped your hand as if it were acid. You pouted, you actually liked the way his hand fit in yours.

"I'm leaving," the ash-blonde said, walking away without even acknowledging Todoroki.

"Okay, see you later, Bakugou~" you called after him, which he only replied to with his middle finger held up to you. You chuckled, knowing he didn't mean anything by it. The kids just got spunk like that. You were used to it.

"What was that about?" Todoroki asked you, his hair getting rippled from the breeze.

"Hm? Oh! Bakugou and I ran into each other while I was getting hot chocolate so we walked here together," you explained to the bi-haired boy in front of you.

"Oh," he frowned.

"Anyways, what did you wanna ask me?" you asked as the two of you began walking towards the building.

"Oh um... it's nothing," he dismissed with a wave of his hand.

You could tell it wasn't really nothing, but you let it go. So, you offered him a sip of your hot chocolate instead, which he politely declined. "it's too warm to drink that," was his excuse.

Perhaps that may be true. But you only felt cold. You always just felt cold.