"i'd like to see you try, zombie girl."
y/n l/n is a mostly lonely girl living in america who is training to become a hero. when she starts talking to a random person on the internet that lives all the way in japan, will she start to fall for his ha...
America, current time: 12 am Japan, current time: 4 pm
You fell onto your bed, sighing. You took your phone out of your purse, turning it on and staring at it. Five new messages, none of them from Bakugo. You grumbled, shutting it off and burying your face into your pillow. You then gasped, realizing you had makeup on, quickly lifting it up. Lipstick and foundation were imprinted onto the pillowcase, seemingly mocking you. Your heart sunk and you groaned.
"Oh shit. Dad's gonna kill me."
Your phone started to buzz, and you looked down at the screen, seeing that Bakugo was trying to call you. You grinned, mood suddenly better, and picked up, watching as the ash-blonde's face appeared on the screen.
"Hey, dumbass. How was the interview shit?" He said, adjusting his earbud. You sighed, now laying on your back.
"It was fine. I stuttered a shit-ton, though. Plus I just got makeup on my pillow."
"D-d-did you really?" Bakugo mocked, laughing. You growled, punching your camera.
"Shut up. Anyways, it wasn't too bad. Where are you walking to right now?" You said, eyeing the clear blue sky and trees behind him.
"Wow, using context clues now, huh? I'm just taking a walk, nothing special. Maybe I'll jog around or something, I dunno."
"In your uniform? Dumb idea."
Bakugo took out an earbud, staring ahead of him as he flipped the camera off.
"Shut the fuck up, idiot, I know that. Damn...I'm gonna take off my uniform shirt, it's hot as hell out here."
You furrowed your brows, also flipping him off as you took a screenshot. "I'm sending you a screenshot of your stupid face because you look absolutely idiotic right now. Also, no one wants to see your whore ass shirtless."
"Oh yeah? I can think of one person who does." Bakugo said, glancing down at the camera and smirking. "Her name is Y/N L/N, she's really fucking dumb and looks like a rat. You know her?"
You scowled, turning red. "I definitely don't wanna see that shit, and I don't look like a rat. Go like, be a clown somewhere else."
"If I'm a clown then you're the whole damn circus." Bakugo scoffed, stopping in his tracks and setting his phone down on the curb. Your eyes widened and your face flushed as he unbuttoned his jacket, taking it off and starting to remove his shirt.
"I just said I didn't wanna see you shirtless!" You hissed, heart pounding wildly.
"Calm down, dumbass, I have a tank top on." Bakugo snorted, taking off his shirt to reveal a black tank top under it. You felt disappointed, but still sighed in relief. The ash-blonde walked back over to his phone, picking it up as he held his uniform top under his arm. He smirked down at you, crimson eyes filled with amusement. "What, were you expecting to see something?"
"N-no! Shut up, you horny bitch!" You snapped, face reddening once again.
"Hah? Horny? You're the one who was staring at me while I was taking off my shirt and shit, even though you were complaining about not wanting to see me shirtless!"
"I WAS NOT SHUT UP."
"Were fucking too."
"WAS. NOT."
"Okay, Y/N, whatever you say." Bakugo snorted, shaking his head. "Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. Kirishima told me that you met this kid I know, Aoyama, on Harpoon a while ago. The bastard wouldn't stop talking 'bout you."
"Ao...yama? I don't know an Aoyama."
"Lemme send a picture of him."
Bakugo put himself on pause, and you got a notification. You tapped on it, staring at the picture he sent.
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"Wait wait wait wait wait. That looks exactly like my friend from France. This guy said his name was Jacques." You said suspiciously, eyebrows furrowing.
"Jacques my ass. He goes to my school."
"He-he spoke fluent French...holy shit..."
"Fucking Jacques! That's hilarious!" Bakugo cackled, tilting his head upwards. "Might as well call himself Jacque-off!"
"Shut up!" You giggled, covering your mouth. "Anyways, what did he say about me?"
"Fuck if I know. All I know is that he's a Jacque-off."
You burst out laughing, tearing up. Bakugo grinned down at you, satisfied that you had laughed at his joke. You wheezed slightly, squeezing your eyes shut as you laughed.
