A chaotic love story between an independent girl and an independent boy who decided to spend their lives together.
"You eat that shit?" Bakugo asks looking at your snacks.
"Nigga worry about yourself. Out here buying gas station sriracha." You snap...
(oh side note there are gonna be a lot of pics in this chapter so you can envision characters better ;)
Bakugo's Pov
'I need to talk to her, her quirk was so powerful. I mean mine is better but still. I could tell when she activated it, she went all god mode. Bakugo pulls out his phone
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Since bakugo year older he already had his license, so for his 16th birthday his parents suprised him with an all black Mustang shelby Gt with an orange stripe.
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No ones Pov
Once he made it to your house he felt kinda weird he knocked on the door and hoped you wouldn't answer. Just as he was about to leave you opened the door. He was taken aback when he saw your glistening skin, the sun from outside hit directly off of the water droplets as they dripped from the temple of your face down your neck slipping down you cleavage. He watched in awe as his eyes traveled down you body, he analysed you buttery skin, your smooth thighs, your thick calves all the way down to the chipped nail-polish on your toes. Your skin was golden. Bakugo thought 'its like someone poured honey on her.' As your eyes finally met he saw your eyelashes with soft beads of water edging off of them. He began to speak only to have the door slammed in his face.
You ran back upstairs with your thoughts jumbled up. 'how did he get my address, did he see any of my bits, was he grossed out, am i gross? SHIT.' You frantically let the water out of the tub blew out your candles, and thought ' MY STRESS IS NOT BEING RELIEVED.' Run to your room throw on a sports bra and a black oversized sweatshirt with some black bikershorts and Nike slides.
