Bakugou was taking a huge risk for the sake of absolutely no one. He'd tell his classmates that he was going to bed early, then he'd sneak out. He knew it was probably dangerous to claim to be on campus and then suddenly not be, but he also knew that there was no one he could tell about his escapes. Shitty hair would never shut up about it if he knew that Bakugou was meeting up with a girl every night. Not to mention, he didn't even know her fucking name.
He promised her that he'd never speak it, but he had been so lost in his own memories that he didn't even hear it. That doesn't mean that he wasn't curious about it. Now it seemed that a question like that wasn't possible.
She was good at avoiding his questions as she usually shifted them back to himself. He hated that about her. "My class partner today had no idea what my name was," she began to talk as they walked together. Sitting around in the playground, according to her, was becoming dangerous. She was walking atop a short wall while Bakugou walked underneath, his eyes focusing on her feet which sometimes slipped off the edge. "It was super embarrassing since we've been in the same class for like four years." Since the air was void of any sort of response, she snapped her fingers down at him. "Hey, airhead, are you listening?"
"Yeah," Bakugou mumbled, "why does that matter?" "It's just weird. I thought I was invisible but not that much." "People tend to ignore what they don't want to see." "Whatever," she huffed, "you're acting weird." "What?" She held her arms out as she almost lost her balance. "You're acting weird. You're never this quiet." "What do you know?!"
She laughed, taking meticulous steps across the wall while looking out for Bakugou. "I'm-Im just tired!" "Being tired is my favorite excuse." He wanted to change the subject. He wanted to ask questions. How would she take it? She was so unpredictable, he hated it. "Can I ask you something?" "Uh oh," she smiled, "I guess so."
He kicked a rock out of the sidewalk and onto the street. It echoed around the empty road. "Who was that guy yesterday? The one that called out to you?" She bit her lip, barely catching her foot as it missed the slim edge of the wall. "Do I have to tell you?" "Yes." Rolling her eyes, Bakugou watched her fingers fidget, rubbing over her scabbed knuckles.
"It was my dad," she sighed, "he caught me leaving and came looking for me. I got an earful in the morning." "And you still came today?" "Well, yeah," she rubbed her neck, "I didn't wanna leave you alone." Bakugou turned his head down to his own feet, a heat rising to his ears. "You should be thankful it was my dad. His quirk is terrible for finding people, unlike my mom. She'd find us in a heartbeat." Bakugou blew a raspberry.
"Both your parents have quirks and you got nothing?" "Yep," she laughed, "great isn't it?" Her voice was strained and he heard that common sniffling. "You can totally bet my parents were really looking forward to having a quirkless kid." "You aren't gonna start-" "Fuck!" Slipping off the wall, she fell onto the other side, a dog park. "Hey!" Bakugou grabbed hold of the wall, hoisting himself over it and landing beside her as she lied in the grass.
Her elbow was bleeding and there was dirt on her face, mixing with her tears. "You are—er—are you—?" "I'm such a disappointment!" she spit out, the pain in her arm pulsing. "You're a klutz if anything," he tried to joke, only making her cry harder. "It was...uh...sorry?" "They prayed every year at shrines that my quirk would come. We went to multiple doctors. They fought about it!" She began to choke on her tears, coughing up her spit. "I'm their biggest mistake!"
Bakugou's hands hovered around her shoulders, not able to bring themselves to support her. Her hair stuck to her wet face as she tried to wipe her tears away, but they continued to flow. "I'm their biggest failure. I'm a huge failure!" He wrapped his arm around her instead, pulling her to his broad chest. "You're such a pessimist," he mumbled as she held onto his arm, "and you aren't a failure." "Sure I am," she spoke quietly as if she had already made up her mind. "Every time I try and stick up for myself, I fail. Every time I try and look at the bright side, I fail. I've never done anything right in my life."
Gingerly taking her chin in his palm, Bakugou lifted her face to his. "You can't be a failure if you're living for something. Not trying makes you a failure." Her tears sparkled in her eyes and Bakugou looked into her glossy irises. "Every night we're together is an attempt, crybaby. You're proving yourself to me, so you aren't a failure."
She smiled, pressing her pink face against his chest, her soft laughs tickling him. "Is me sobbing every night working to prove that?" "It's working wonders."
