"Then fail."
The words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them. Melody had let her anger get the best of her again. She blinked once, then twice, taking a deep breath and keeping her eyes closed, her horns started shrinking away, her legs relaxed and she came down to her natural stature.
She opened her eyes again, still prepared for the challenge Bakugou had started. When her eyes fell on him, she was surprised to find him less angry than he had been just seconds ago. His eyes were still ruthless and stern, but his expression was more icy than fuming. Melody couldn't tell which she preferred.
"Teach me, then, shitty goat."
As much as Melody wanted to be calm, she couldn't help but be upset by his constant nick naming, "After that stunt? Maybe I should let you fail."
Bakugou, who was also trying to remain calm, felt his eyebrow twitch, "You sayin' that you won't teach me now?"
Melody hummed, "If you quit calling me goat, then I'll do it."
The explosive male pondered over what she said. Him calling her goat was the only thing that ever got a reaction out of her. This had been the first time anyone had really asked him to stop calling them something.
"Deal, but's shitty legs from now o—"
"Or you call me by my name, Bakugou. King."
He paused again, rolling his eyes, knowing he had no fucking choice, "Fine. No more of this shit, you aren't above me, moron."
Finally letting a small smile break on her face, Melody chuckled, "Okay, Lord Explosion Murder, I may not be above you, but I am still and always will be King."
Finally, the bell rang and it was time for lunch. Melody's classmates, who had been enthralled by the little show she put on with her partner, snapped out of their trance and began filing out of the room. Bakugou took his leave as well, but not before telling her not to come near him during lunch, besides, they'd have to work together again during the second half of hero class, which took place after the break.
- - - -
Melody often sat alone at lunch or with certain groups of students, but something about Deku's little squad looked so refreshing from Bakugou's earlier antics.
She approached the table with feign confidence, still afraid of rejection even while knowing that her classmates were kind.
"Hey guys, I know it's out of character from me but may I join your table today?" She asked, bowing lightly out of nervousness as she gripped the fabric of her lunch bag tightly.
Deku was quick to perk up and nod enthusiastically, "Of course! Of course!"
Melody smiled thankfully, the worry washing away as she took the empty seat next to him, across from Todoroki.
"It isn't very out of character for you, King," Ururaka said, "You get along with the whole class."
Melody smiled in return, "I guess so, but it isn't often that I sit with you guys, I hope I wasn't intruding."
With a firm slice of a boxy hand, Iida shook his head, "Of course not! We were just talking about the new assignment and our partners."
The group hummed simply, Ururaka taking the lead, "Yeah! Deku was paired with Kirishima, I was paired with Momo, Todoroki was paired with Ashido, and Iida was paired with Kaminari."
Melody giggled as she emptied the contents from her lunch bag, "I know it won't come as a surprise to you all, but I was paired with Bakugou."
The vibe of the table seemed to falter, "Yes, so we have seen." Deku chimed in, "Sorry about him."
Melody shrugged, "It isn't your fault he can be difficult."
"Well," Deku laughed nervously, "you could say some of it is my fault..."
Melody decided not to press on the subject and simply nodded, "Well, regardless, I'm sure he isn't too bad once you get to know him, I'm just not there yet."
"Do you have an idea on what you're going to be doing for the assignment?" Ururaka asked.
"Actually, yeah, and we checked with Aizawa, everything is okay and set to go. Bakugou and I are going to hold a concert."
If any of the four people at the table had been drinking something, they each would have spit it out, "Hold on," Deku murmured, "Pardon?"
Melody laughed, gasping once to replenish her lungs and started fiddling with the food in her lunch, "It was my idea, he actually didn't mind it, but I realized that he would need to take part in the actual performance or else he might miss marks, our quarrel in the classroom earlier was because he didn't want me to teach him a new instrument." She explained, stuffing her face with a sandwich as soon as she finished speaking.
Todoroki finally spoke up, "That sounds like something he would oppose."
The entire table went silent as each student started to eat or pick at their food again. The mood dropped a lot, and Melody's subconscious wasn't enjoying it very much, so naturally it triggered her to say whatever she was thinking.
"Y'know, Todoroki and I are kind of a duo."
"Uh, what?"
"I mean look," she mused to the confused group, "We both have heterochromia. He has blue and grey eyes, I have blue and purple! We naturally have to get along then, right?"
The group remained quiet, unaware of her overly honest mind. Their inability to pick up on it and react opted for her to continue.
"I also automatically fit in with Tsu, since we both have physical animal characteristics. When it comes down to it, even Bakugou and I have something major in common! We don't like other people seeing what truly bothers us so we keep it locked up inside for it to later tear us down before we fall apart completely."
Biting into her sandwich again, this time, Melody could sense that she had gone and done it once more.
"I'm sorry guys," she sighed, "I don't even remember what I said but I do this all the time, I just blurt out whatever I'm thinking without realizing, I forgot you guys didn't already know."
It took the group a solid minute to get up to speed on what was happening, Deku taking the stage to apologize, "No, we're sorry we came off as rude, we were just surprised! Now we know, though."
Melody could see the sincerity in the young hero's eyes, his green hues washed with genuine intentions, strongly enough to bring back her smile.
"You remind me of a friend I used to have, Midoriya." Melody confessed, "Thanks for being so nice to me all the time." Laughing, she and her classmates went back to eating. Gradually, Melody fit into their conversations better and better, and the group got more and more accustomed to her cheery, touchy, and honest personality.
- - - -
When lunch was over and class began again, Melody was as quick to meet back up with Bakugou, an apologetic smile on her face.
"Hey, Bakugou, I'm sorry that I was being difficult earlier, I'm accidentally competitive by nature and take on any and all challenges so sometimes it's hard to be calm around you."
Melody's instinctual competitive side was just another addition most probably caused by her body mutation. The King herd, or family, aside from the father, all have heavy traits of the markhor goat. From appearance to personality, these things they share with their fully animal counterpart are unstoppable. Instinct is instinct.
Bakugou growled and huffed, but nonetheless excused Melody's behavior and apology. Taking this as a sign that everything was okay, Melody got to work, taking a seat on the desk she had sat on before lunch.
"Okay, so I can play quite a few instruments, I'll list them off and I want you to tell me which you want to learn. Some of them I'll have to go and pick up from my house but it's all okay. I can play flute, pan flute, guitar, penny whistle, recorder, violin, cello, bagpipes, drums from all over the world, trumpet, clarinet, accordion, piano, kalimba, koto, harp, lyre... I'm drawing a blank but I'm sure you see where I'm going with this." Melody King was a musician, that was for certain. The girl could practically read music before she could speak, music was in her blood.
Bakugou had known that King was a musician, knew that she never shut up about music, but he never quite realized the severity. Not that severe was the right word, but Melody's abilities were intense. Even the long lobed rocker classmate Bakugou didn't know very well couldn't play as many instruments to his knowledge.
"I don't know what half of those fucking things are." he responded truthfully, though Melody couldn't blame him as this was a common response to her list.
"Well," the girl thought, "You yell a lot, so maybe your breath control is strong enough for something like the pan flute or penny whistle, do you prefer one over the other?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes, King just had to chose two he was entirely unfamiliar with. One was a whistle and the other a flute, of the two, the flute was more respectable in his eyes.
"Pan flute then, I guess." he concluded, somewhat annoyed and afraid of how King would teach him.
To his surprise, Melody lit up with a bright smile. To others, this smile would have thought this smile was contagious, but to a cold personality like Bakugou's, it was just annoying.
"That's my main instrument, Bakugou, so it will be really easy to teach you. You won't want to use mine, but I have a spare at home. Maybe tomorrow night we can go to my place, get you a pan flute and pick up a few more instruments for me to play. If you're free then, that is." Melody pondered, her hooves swinging under the desk she sat on.
Bakugou thought back to what his group of morons had said abut Melody's family and a harsher scowl found its way to his face. He seriously did not want to be around a bunch of crazy hippies for any amount of time, but he knew this was going to happen one way or another, so he reluctantly agreed and told his idiotic partner that he would be free and they’d leave as soon as possible after school the next day.
- - - -
The quite literally atomic blonde knew he was in for a roller coaster ride when Melody made a harsh turn towards the dorms rather than the bus stop. She claimed she wanted to get dressed as she felt uncomfortable in the school uniform outside of school, especially at home. Bakugou had no choice but to follow, silently agreeing that casual clothes were better than his stuffy dress shirt and blazer.
Though he didn’t expect things to take so long. He had long since changed into his casual black tee with baggy sweats and took a seat on the sofa in the common room before melody even made any motion of coming down. Bakugou’s classmates would never have guessed that the male had plans to go in public, especially dressed in such a way. Even more, they did not expect to see the (now gussied up) Melody call out to him that they had to get going soon.
Bakugou grumbled with a pointed look at his bewildered classmates as he stood, but he came to notice that they hadn’t been looking at him, but rather behind him. The male turned around to see that Melody had really taken her time getting ready.
Melody wore a cream coloured, off the shoulder apron dress that reached down to her knees. Defining her slim waist was a small, black underbust corset that laced up at the front. She also sported her regular everyday hammer necklace as well as a longer roped one that had a wooden carved decoration. Melody had also taken the liberty to put in her second set of earrings as well, a pair that dangled and held small moon shaped charms.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that Bakugou’s parents worked in the fashion industry, he wouldn’t have noticed anything about her clothes, since he liked to act like he really didn’t care. Now though, he worried people in public would think he was some freak stalking some mythical creature, or rather that she was a freak stalking some grumpy creature. He didn’t know, and he began to stop caring as he heard his female classmates begin to gush over Melody’s wardrobe.
“Whoa, King! That’s such a cute dress! And it looks so good on you!” Round Face blushed with an annoying smile.
“Thank you so much! I’m off to visit my parents so I thought I better dress nice. Bakugou is coming with.” The sickeningly sweet smile on her face made Bakugou actually stick out his tongue in a mock gag.
At her words, some of the males in the area turned their heads, Kaminari decided to open his stupid mouth, “What, are you guys dating?”
“Fuck off, we’re leaving now.” Bakugou cussed, briskly walking past his project partner and heading towards the door. He could hear King saying her goodbyes before her footsteps caught up with him and she made it to his side as they walked out the door.
“Sorry if I took a little too long, I genuinely went as quickly as possible, if we are running late I can try teleporting us places if we really need it.” King’s words fell upon deaf ears as they strode to the bus stop. If their timing was right, the bus would arrive a few minutes after they would stop at the designated area.
Most of the walk was in silence besides King’s cheerful humming that both calmed and angered Bakugou. He wanted nothing more than to scream in her happy face and run back to the dorms to relax, but he knew better. This was all for his grade.
Soon they were on the bus, sitting side by side. Neither of them thought anything of it, though it was strange to have their thighs and shoulders touching since Bakugou hated physical contact and King thrived off of it. The latter of the two still wore a wide grin, soaking up all the stares they received on the busy public transit. Bakugou was used to being stared at by civilians, as they had most likely seen him on TV more than once, but he could tell that having King next to him made the amount of stares double. If only she didn’t dress like an idiot. On their first stop, and older woman with floating silver hair and a warm smile complimented King’s dress, only spiking the rage that had settled in Bakugou’s gut.
At the second stop, as Bakugou was looking away, he felt his partner get up and leave her seat while talking, then felt someone sit down again. When he turned to cuss at her, his red hues met bright green eyes. Not King’s. Instead, his partner stood in front of them with her hand secured on a nearby pole. Bakugou did a little investigating to see that the woman who had sat next to him was very clearly pregnant.
She turned to him again, “Hello, sir, I am so sorry about this, but your girlfriend was kind enough to give me her seat! I’m getting off at the next stop, so you can have her back soon.” The woman giggled at the couple she saw before her.
Bakugou was quick to respond, “She is not my girlfriend,” he growled, crossing his arms, “She’s my annoying classmate.”
The woman shooed off his words with a wave of her hand, “Well that’s a shame, look how pretty she is, and kind too!”
Bakugou refused to even breath in the direction of his partner, earning a laugh from the two women. They talked a bit more and soon they switched spots as the emerald-eyed lady left the bus.
Another stop or two later and the now more empty bus came to a stop seemingly in the middle of nowhere. King stood, so Bakugou followed. Hopping off the vehicle, Bakugou took note of the fact that this particular bus stop didn’t even have a shelter, it was just a simple sign with a small slab of pavement next to the road before it met another road, this time made of gravel, dirt, and fallen leaves from the surrounding trees. The male also noticed that this dirt road twisted both ways left and right so that the real direction was a mystery hidden by the thick forest that made a tunnel out of the path.
“The house is a little ways away from here, it isn’t a far walk, so take the time to enjoy the serenity.” King smiled softly, heaving in a large breath of fresh, rural air.
And when King had said it wasn’t far, she was right, within about five to ten minutes, a sign of civilization came next to the dirt path in the form of a cattle pen style wooden fence. The duo followed this fence until the trees came to a stop in a sort of corner where a large wooden gate blocked a driveway up to a large house.
Bakugou was not poor, this wasn’t something that he or his family hid, yet never boasted either, but even compared to his modern style home in the city, something about the intricate details that covered the entire property Bakugou saw before him screamed wealth. The yard was vast, lush moss grew where you’d expect grass to be, and more than half of the space was occupied by large and healthy gardens filled with both flowers and simple produce such as tomatoes.
Not that Bakugou particularly knew this at the time, but the home itself was built in an English country style with strong, cobble walls that lead up to a high peaked roof clothed in wooden shingles. Bakugou could identify three separate chimneys. Sticking up from the roof in various places, some metal, some stone, all letting Bakugou know that the King family was not as much of a joke as he first expected them to be. In all fairness, he wouldn’t be surprised if they had rounded the corner and the house was just had a singular van sitting in an empty lot.
King lead Bakugou down a stone path that trailed up to the front door. The door was tall and made of strong wood with a rounded top. The arch around the door was lined with wood as well, and as his partner wrapped on the door, Bakugou took the time to investigate the intricate carvings within the wood, noticing that it was done in a knot work style.
Suddenly the door opened to a woman who looked almost identical to King. Upon further inspection, Bakugou concluded that the woman must be Mrs. King and not his partner’s long lost twin. Aside from some age and her mother only having teal eyes, they resembled each other too closely. The woman said nothing as she beamed and hugged the girl next to him. When they broke apart, she spoke;
“Hello, doeling! We missed you here already, maybe we shouldn’t have let you move into those dorms!” she laughed. As she joked, a large figure appeared behind her. It was a man, Bakugou saw, with a long, red beard and matching hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. He was a huge man, peaking at, Bakugou guessed, six foot six with bulging muscles and wide shoulders that didn’t make him appear any friendlier, nor did his glowing purple eyes. But as he joined the two women at the door, a huge smile spread on his lips, parting the threatening aura he seemed to have at first.
“Melody! I’m so glad you came over! I’m making your favourite out on the barbeque so you better be ready.” Mr. King and his wife both spoke in English, but something about Mr. King’s voice was different than all the English speakers he had heard in Japan. He must have a very specific accent Bakugou couldn’t recognize.
“Oh, my bad!” Mrs. King suddenly gasped, “You must be the handsome and talented Bakugou Katsuki, right?” Bakugou hadn’t expected her Japanese to be as good as it was, so he was caught off guard. Rather than responding, he simply nodded and looked back to the knot work.
“I hope you like meat, young man, cause I’ve got the grade A stuff cooking up out back as we speak. Actually, I should go check on it, why don’t you come on in?” Mr. King spoke, disappearing as he stepped back into the house.
Bakugou and the two King women made their way in as well. Even though the house was anything but Japanese in style, the front door still included the traditional step where you are meant to remove your shoes. Glancing around this area, Bakugou found that there was only one size of men’s shoes set out, realizing moments later that it must have been because there was only one member of the family who had feet.
Leaving the mudroom, Bakugou was greeted by a very open concept home filled with warm smells and knick knack decorations. The living room came first, with comfy brown leather couches, handmade tapestries, fur blankets, and lively plants decorating each wall. The center piece of the living room was the grand fireplace, which had to have a mouth at least five feet tall and acted as a hearth. In its core hung a large, ashy grey cauldron. The TV that hung against the fireplace looked like it didn’t belong in the natural décor of the house so far.
Bakugou was lead through the living room and into the kitchen, which, he noticed, had its own attached greenhouse that stretched outside. The kitchen looked like it came out of a period piece, with a farmhouse sink and a western antique stove placed under a brick arch. The countertops were all made of a pale wood, held by aged white cabinets. The walls were textured with intricate paint strokes, an eggshell colour to counter the pale green from the upper cabinets. The sun shone softly into the windows on the small dining table that sat in the center of the kitchen, decorated with a plaid tablecloth and a vase of sunflowers.
“Doe, is it okay if Bakugou and I take home some of the instruments?” King suddenly asked her mother, who was busy watering a plant on the counter.
Her fast and simple response had Bakugou following his classmate through a hallway to the left of the living room. Through this hallway, Bakugou caught a glimpse of a bathroom that was bigger than his bedroom. His eyes widened for a second, but he soon recovered as him and his partner stepped through a threshold.
This new room was made up of a grand pair of doors opposite to Bakugou himself, a vast stair case leading down to his left, and its equal going up on his right. Each set of stairs seemed to turn sharply and retreat back towards the main part of the house, which the blonde thought was interesting.
Without a word, King lead him to the left. Bakugou watched as King seemed to struggle going down the stairs, causing him to wonder if she ever used stairs on a regular basis. If he had a quirk like hers, he personally would never use stairs.
His thoughts were broken as they descended into a large, foam padded room covered with colourful tapestries. The lighting was warm and when his eyes adjusted, Bakugou noticed that the room was filled to the brim with instruments. The collection was so massive that he wondered if the contents of the room alone cost more than his own worth. Bakugou was no expert, but he had taken lessons when he was younger, and could recognize some of the instruments around the room.
A cello, two violins, a full drum kit, a small collection of traditional drums from Japan, at least three acoustic guitars, a massive harp of some sort, a double bass, a few bagpipes, and a marimba. The rest that were there, Bakugou was unable to identify.
King walked over to a wall covered in built in shelves. Each shelf had sorted cloth bins that were labelled, each with a rope handle on the front. Where there weren’t bins, there were cases, also labelled, often covered in stickers.
She beamed a smile and pointed her finger to each box and case as she spoke, “Pan flutes, lyres, ocarinas, tongue drums, these cases are mandolins, these are banjos, these are lutes, some ukuleles, flutes, penny whistles, harmonicas, a shawm, recorders, bells, tambourines, a psaltery, rebec, shakuhachi, and,” she gestured to a door on a different wall, “In there we have a koto, some wooden fish, a shamisen and some-“
“Shut your goddamn trap and grab what we need.”
To Bakugou’s surprise, King’s smile didn’t fade as she got to work. As she grabbed a couple of things, he looked around the room some more. Upon noticing the same knot work as the front door, in the tapestries. He found himself in a trance that reminded him of how it felt when King played her music. He didn’t fight the feeling this time, as he had nothing better to do.
Soon she set a bundle of wood and metal music makers on the carpeted floor and ran off to the closed room, while inside, she yelled about having all the ‘brass’ in that room, not that Bakugou cared in the slightest. She came out with a large tote bag and started loading her haul into it. Soon they were heading back up the stairs, which King also struggled with.
At the top of the stairs, King set down the tote bag and continued on towards the other staircase. Bakugou, although confused, followed. At the top of the stairs was a set of huge double doors that resembled castle doors, each with a small, fogged, stained glass window. Bakugou assumed this was the master bedroom, and felt unease crawl over him. You don’t often walk into the master bedroom of someone else’s house. But, King was leading him here, so he guessed it would be fine.
When his shitty partner opened the doors, Bakugou didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary at first. The doorway was surrounded by two walls, one lead to a bathroom and the other to a large closet. Ahead was a large cobble wall, Bakugou figured it was the rest of the chimney for the hearth downstairs. Since this chimney was blocking the view of the rest of the room, coming around the corner left the blonde in shambles.
The room stretched across the massive length of the whole house with one vaulted ceiling going all the way across. The beams were a rich brown and accented with faux plant life, the walls an off white, tinted yellow colour. The ceiling itself was painted baby blue and was decorated with depictions of wispy clouds in such a subtle manor, one might struggle to notice.
Apparently Bakugou was right in guessing that the fireplace continued through the room, as it even included a second fireplace sharing the same chimney. Over the mantle was another large flatscreen, this time surrounded by a golden picture frame. The room was, without a doubt, the biggest in the house, but looking around at the rest of the decorations, the messy king sized bed and the abundance of training equipment, Bakugou knew this wasn’t the master, no, this place was—
“My room!” King giggled, dress flowing as she ran ahead to take it all in, “It feels like ages since I last stayed here, I miss it already.”
“And yet you hadn’t made your bed since then? Fucking pig.” Bakugou mumbled, looking around the room once more, eyes suddenly landing on the last thing he expected to see in a bedroom.
“That’s my swing. It was a must-have when we built this place. It’s very secure.” King swore, walking over to sit on it as a demonstration. She was right, of course. The ropes were heavy duty and were held by massive knots going around an crossing beam overhead.
“Anyways, this is my room,” the annoying girl began, pointing as she listed the things in her room and drifted back and forth, “That’s my bed, that’s my desk, that’s my other desk, that’s my training area, that’s my sitting area, and up there is my gaming area.”
The bed was in the center of the back wall, nothing but a massive window behind it. The first desk was against the left wall near the bed, decorated with plants and covered in painting supplies. The second desk was to the right, also with plants, but paper and a typewriter took over the surface area. Glancing at the training area to his immediate left, Bakugou found the basics, dumbbells, a sparring pad, a rowing machine, a leg press and what Bakugou assumed was a mock rock wall.
“Since I have hooves and stuff, I can balance on near-vertical surfaces. That’s for training that ability.” King said, noticing her partner’s stare.
Bakugou swallowed down the feeling of being impressed and continued looking. The sitting area was close to him, just a couple of couches surrounding the fireplace. The gaming area took Bakugou a minute to find. It was actually on top of the bathroom and closet, making a loft of sorts. From where he was, the blonde could see that the entire floor of the gaming area was littered with pillows, taking a step toward it, he also noticed that there was a second flat screen on the other side of the chimney, higher up for the gaming area.
Long story short, the King’s were rich, and Bakugou didn’t like it.
For all that time it took Bakugou to actually look at everything in detail, Mr. King had finished dinner and used an intercom system to inform the house. King smiled and finished up grabbing some things before leading the male back through the house to the kitchen. When they arrived, there was a whole new person Bakugou had to meet.
They were male, with long blonde hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail. He had King’s horns, but much larger, much the way hers became when she threatened him in the classroom. His arm had a couple of tattoos, with that same hypnotic knot work. If he hadn’t snapped himself out of his stare, he never would have noticed that the male had the lower half of a goat. Normally, this would be normal in this house, but this man specifically had the whole torso of a goat. He was shirtless and only wore a scarf around his… Hips? Shoulders? His human hips and goat shoulders. Bakugou hadn’t seen a person such as this before, so his mind began to wander as he questioned where the organs were held.
“Rain, this is Bakugou Katsuki, your sister’s friend, he’s joining us for dinner.” Mr. King spoke up, gesturing to the teen, who quickly averted his gaze.
“Oh?” So called ‘Rain’ turned with a couple loud steps. As he turned, Bakugou noticed his striking teal eyes that matched his mother’s. A crooked and suspicious smile broke on the man’s face, “Bakugou, eh? Interesting. Even more interesting that you’d bring over a kid from your stupid elitist school, Mel.”
“They aren’t elitists, Rain, they’re just successful, unlike you.” King shot back, a semi-serious look of anger on her face.
“They are racist against quirks!” Rain retorted.
“Don’t compare racism to… To whatever you’d call that.”
“UA looks down on people with weaker quirks and you know it. I could never be a hero.”
“First of all, UA doesn’t judge you based on quirk, it is a matter of application of your quirk. Second of all, your quirk isn’t the reason you could never be a hero. You don’t have what it takes.”
If Bakugou didn’t hate his annoying classmate, he would’ve smirked. But he does hate her. So he didn’t.
Rain was taken back, gritting his teeth as Mr. and Mrs. King disappeared to let them figure it out, “I have what it takes to be a hero, better than you, in fact. I am older and wiser than you.”
“Yeah? One day in my class and the intensity would chew you up and spit you out.” King smirked, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one hoof.
Rain, disregarding Bakugou, took a few steps towards his sister, hands gripped at his sides, “Don’t push me, Mel,” Bakugou noticed that the male was ducking his head low, as if to show off his horns, “we both know who’s stronger here.”
Laughing, King met her brother’s eyes, legs stretching to close the gap of their height difference and her horns growing to three times their original size, her purple eye glowing, “I know who’s stronger, but I have a feeling you have no fucking idea.”
Rain’s eyes widened, if only a millimetre, before he closed them completely. His fists unclenched before he raised his arms up. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around his sister and cursed as their horns intertwined.
Like a deflating balloon, King began giggling as her horns shrunk down again, allowing her brother to pick her up and, with caution, spin her around. Luckily enough, the type of goat that the King family took after wasn’t a very large one, so Bakugou wasn’t in danger of being hit by any backend.
Somehow sensing that everything was over, Mr. and Mrs. King made a miraculous comeback. Mrs. King began setting up the table, it was efficient and fast, but there was still a large, empty spot in the center of the table. Mr. King stretched his hand over this empty spot, and a new yet familiar purple sigil drew itself on the surface, suddenly the empty space was replaced with a large plate of ribs dripping with barbecue sauce.
Bakugou waited for everyone to be seated before sitting himself. He watched as Rain’s body sat down on a cushion on the ground so he sat at the height of everyone else. King sat across from her mother, beside himself, who was across from Mr. King.
“Bakugou,” Mr. King spoke, “do you prefer anything on your meat? We have a hickory sauce on them but we have spicy sauces too, you strike me as a spicy man.”
Melody supressed a giggle at the image in her head and waiting for Bakugou to lightly mutter that he’d like spicy barbecue sauce. After it was gathered for him, Mrs. King spoke.
“Honey, I hope you don’t mind but your family prays before eating, you don’t have to join us but you are welcome to.”
Like clockwork, the members of the King family joined hands and closed their eyes. Bakugou decided just to watch, but was shocked to hear the family speak in a whole new language he had never heard before. Now everyone sounded like their father did, with an accent he couldn’t place.
Although it scared him at first, he became filled with that same warm, calm feeling he got staring at the knot work or listening to King’s music.
For the first time in a very long time, Bakugou really felt… Peaceful.
Bakugou and King enjoyed dinner, grabbed their things, said goodbyes, and caught the last bus going back to the school. The sun was practically fully set as the two made their way to the residential buildings.
“Bakugou,” King began, stopping in front of the building and blocking the male’s path, “I know this is cliché to say, but I had a good time showing you my house. I want to bring more people to my house and get to know people better, so I’m kind of glad we got paired together. I’m really excited to make music with you.”
With a blink on an eye, she was gone, a scuff of her sigil peppered on the concrete.
“Dumbass.”
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Melody of Love
Romance"Every note carries emotion, every part of this melody is a part of me, and I'm giving it all to you..." Boku no Hero Acedemia Original Fan Character X Bakugou Katsuki
