WINGLESS FAIRY | izuocha ; ✓

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( 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 ?! )
just another depressed lad !

pov ; THIRD PERSON'S !!

"Hm, I'm sorry." she stated, her voice low, and apolegetic, before starting to pick her books up, that had fallen and scattered down the ground, out of the neat paper bag. She's glad that none of the people passing by, stepped on her said books. She began to place them neatly on the bag, and search for her purse next. She then stood up, and immediately bowed infront of the man.

"I am so sorry for bumping into you." were her words, before she started to look up, meeting the man's face, his face scrunched up in the weirdest way possible, he looked irritated and confused, and Uraraka just took it as he was mad. She was about to pass by the man, but was stopped by a hand, grasping her small wrist, the hand was rough, cold and big, the contact made her look back over hwr shoulder, "Yes?" She had asked, the boy just stared at her, before saying "Your clothes." his eyebrows were still furrowed when he said that, while pointing at her dress, with his free hand.

This made Uraraka look down, to see what the man had meant. She then saw the drenched upper part of her dress, she found it a smart idea that Izuku had forced her to wear a sleeveless shirt above her tube, it kind of helped her current situation."Uh, it's okay—" before she could finish her statement of, it's alright, even if I'm technically drenched, even though she could feel herself get cold and uncomfortable when she feels the wetness of dress.

She felt his hold loosen and he had started to take his hoodie off, Uraraka just stood there, eyes wide, "Here," he throwed his gray hoodie, and she successfully catched it with her arms, "You don't have to give it back." he adds, he seems to be wearing a tank top underneath, a black one, "T-thank you...?" She says in a doubtful manner, before staring up at the boy again, he had his back on her at the time she had looked up.

"Ah, what's your name?" She suddenly blurted out, before he could start to jog away. He looks over, his eyes meeting hers. "Bakugo, Bakugo Katsuki." he said in a monotone manner, before starting to jog off. "Thank you, Bakugo-kun!" She shouted, wanting the lad to hear, as she waved her right arm. And luckily he did hear her, but that doesn't mean he had to answer.

He had finally turned the corner, and there is where he sits on the bench silently. "Toga, why'd you take so long?" He asked, when he felt that certain presence, near him. The said Toga, just smiled, before sitting beside him, "You can say that I got too happy, talking with Ex-Prince-sama." she giggled before biting her nail. A breeze blowing her dirty ash blond hair to the side, "He seems to be doing something interesting." she says and all Bakugo did was sigh. "Whatever, we have to get home," he then stood up and stretched. Toga looking up at him, her finger at her chin, looking curious as she stared at the boy's figure. "Where'd your hoodie go?" She asks, Katsuki just looked over her and then up, "Gave it to coffee-girl."

"Huh? Who's that???"

"You don't need to know."

Uraraka sat there, on the same place she had been earlier, before Izuku went off. The gray hoodie she wore, is now hiding the coffee stench in her, the hoodie smelled kind of weird, she has no idea if the Bakugo guy wore any said perfume or if it's just his natural scent. Nevertheless, she found the hoodie helpful.

"Eh, where'd you get that, it stinks." she heard one speak, beside her ear, she slowly looked at her left and saw a certain green head, holding his nose, as he stared at her hoodie, he seems to really dislike the smell. "Oh, Izuku, you're finally back." she was wondering why the boy is in his normal human size, her voice sounded really happy and relieved.