Glass: Bakugo x Reader x Shinsou

Chapter One

Chapter One: Shards
Words: 1270

"Y/N?" Grandmother says to me, snapping me out of my trance. I perked up and saw grandmother looking at me with worry in her tired, faded eyes.

I glanced at the clock above her desk, filled with medical documents that have yet to be completed, and noticed that the school day is over—has it gone by that quickly?
The artificial, dim lighting of the clinic gave the room an unnatural, timeless ambiance. It's hard not to space out in such a place.

I'm at UA high for my online school, which requires me to shadow a registered medical professional for 100 hours. So, I have to be here for two weeks. It's surprisingly pretty busy, especially with that green-haired boy, so all I do is learn about prescriptions and how to handle different situations since I don't have the same quirk as my grandmother, aka "Recovery Girl". She's my foster grandmother, but she's the only person I have.

Gathering my things, grandmother was still charting the past patients that came in. The most admirable trait that she has is her work ethic: she cares so much for her patients.
She knew my real mom and she said that she always dreamed of me going to college since she never was able to. Completing my mom's dream is the only thing that I want in life. As for my dad, grandmother says that she never knew him but contradicts herself by saying horrible things about him. I gave up on the dream of reuniting with him since I looked at every record that I could get my hands on.

I know she knows something that I don't but I can't argue with her. She took me in when I was so young. I've only caused her financial problems so the last thing she needs is me interrogating her.

"Why don't you go on home? I don't want to hold you here while I'm still working. There are leftovers in the fridge," grandmother smiles at me.
I nodded and waved goodbye to her, walking out of UA with the other students around me.

I looked up at the clear sky above me, a bright blue with the sun shining down against me. Typically, someone would want to stay outside, but I can't wait until I'm home. I wish it were socially acceptable to hide from the world with no consequences.

I then stopped in my tracks as I heard accelerating footsteps and a voice calling after me. I turned around slowly and brought my eyes to a familiar pair of red ones staring back at me: Kasuki Bakugo. His lips curled into a sheepish grin with eyebrows raised, giving him a doe-like look, contrasting against what I last remember him like.
I held my breath, waiting for him to say something, as my shoulders tensed up.

"Y/N, right?" Bakugo says.

I narrowed my eyes at him and my face reddened with controlled frustration. I mean, it's been five years but there's no way he wouldn't have remembered.

"You don't remember me?" I asked in disbelief, my heart sinking and hands clutching my sweater.

"No, I do, I was just...," he trailed off, "I didn't know if it was you or not, I mean you just left school abruptly. I called..."

I looked at him awkwardly and nodded: "Yeah, I got your messages. Listen, I got to go home...see you later."

Turning around to walk away, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him with only a few inches between us: "Just let me walk you home."
I stared up at him and quickly backed off. He noticed how close we were as well and took his grasp off of me.

"Fine," I said.

"You go to UA?" Bakugo asked, raising an eyebrow, "Sorry, I'm just surprised since—."

"I don't, I do online school. I just have to do my hours accompanying Recovery Girl for one of my classes," I bluntly say, keeping my eyes glued to the ground.

From then on, it was silence between us. I don't know why he's trying so hard to be nice to me. After years of relentless bullying, he's only nice to me when my quirk nearly killed me when I snapped. I guess he's really that desperate to clear up his conscience after five whole years. I don't know if this is bad to say, but I rather have his regular destructive personality rather than this forced nice persona.
Arriving at my house, I walked into my backyard, filled with grandmother's flower garden, with Bakugo following me in.

I awkwardly stood on my back porch as Bakugo was staring at my bedroom behind me. I followed his gaze to the golden music box laying on my desk. He gave it to me when I was in the ICU, it plays "Summer" by Joe Hisaishi. I thought it was ironic since every single memory of my childhood summers were filled with Bakugo bullying me. Even so, it's been a comfort to me for years.
"I'll see you later," I say quickly, practically running into my house, slamming my door before he could say anything back. I looked into the peephole of the door where he was standing there for a moment before putting his face into his hands and leaving.

A few hours later, the answering machine echoed throughout the empty house:
"One new message from yesterday at 8:23 pm," the answering machine noted, laying on my kitchen counter.

Hesitantly, I walked over to it and pressed the play button.

"Bakugo here—Kasuki Bakugo, I mean who else right? Uh...sorry for calling you a lot, this will be the final message. I just want to say I'm...sorry, I mean, for everything. I can't say why I treated you like that when we were kids because I don't even know. Just call me when you can. Bye."

Without thinking, I picked up the phone and called the number back. The ringing noise accelerated my anxiety.
"Hello?" a female voice answered. I slid against the wall with the phone in my hand.

"Hi...it's Y/N L/N, I'm not sure if you remember me?" I say, my voice shaking.

The line went quiet for a short while: "Of course, of course," she laughed softly, "How are you, Y/N?"

"Good...Bakugo left me some messages. I haven't found the time to get back to him yet so I was just hoping to call him back," I explained, already regretting this.

I then heard her yell for Bakugo and him yelling back distantly. I had to take my ear from the phone from how loud they were.

"Hello?" Bakugo asked annoyed.

I paused for a moment and felt myself choke up and my eyes clouded with tears. The horrible thing is that I don't even know why.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were busy. I'm not even sure why I called. I just heard your last message and—I'm sorry, I should go, have a nice night," I rambled quickly.

"Wait I didn't know it was y—," he tried to say but I ended the call quickly. I put the phone back and felt myself get light headed as I navigated my way to my bedroom.

As I went into my room, I put on the music box and crawled into bed, making myself into a ball. I squeezed my eyes shut and eventually felt myself calm down a bit with the music playing in my room to get me through the night.