Y/N returned to the riverside with an arm full of flowers. "Quest complete," she beamed, sitting down in the grass as the boy she was becoming to like hesitantly joined her. He had collected much less flowers, a lot of his were limp and losing petals from his tight grasp on them. They put their piles together before Y/N started to weave them together.
"I thought you didn't like the river," he spoke quietly, picking at the dirt as to forget about what had happened. "I hate the water, but I feel safer with you here." He would take small peeks at her as she tied stems together, forming a circle of daisies and daffodils. "What kinda hero work does your parents do?" He questioned, trying to rid himself of the sound of rushing water. "Underground work. Helps them keep me a secret." He grimaced, cursing himself for asking such a question. "Do you like your parents." "Sometimes. They don't give me a lot of attention, so that sucks."
Before he could think of something else to ask, she lifted up a small pink flower he had found. "Can I ask you something? We talk about me all the time. I still don't know why you were crying the day we met." "It doesn't matter." She scoffed with a short laugh, carefully knotting together more flowers, "how you feel matters to be. Don't be a bitch." He lowered his head, so Y/N kept an eye on him, his fingers fidgeting with whatever they could. "I—I don't—"
She paused what she was doing, watching as he held his hands together, cracking his knuckles the more pressure he added. "I don't—cry—a lot," he sniffled, his voice cracking in the mild and dewy air. "But—its—it's overwhelming, crybaby." She placed her project aside, crawling towards him as his knuckles turned white and droplets fell to his skin. Y/N put her hand atop his fists, then lifted up his head. "I don't know what having a quirk is like in a hero society, but I will try to understand."
He cried more, resting his face in her palm. "I want—I want to be amazing! I want to so bad! But so many people—people look up to me! They expect so much from me! So much has fucking happened!" Y/N pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back that hiccuped with stuttered breaths. "You wanna talk about the villain thing?" "No! They thought I was evil so they took me! Expecting me to be on their side!" He squeezed at her waist, "am I really so awful that only villains want me!"
"Ground Zero," she cooed, "you shouldn't think such things." "I'm fucking horrible, Y/N! I hurt so many people! I told Deku to kill himself!" She hadn't recognized the name, as she didn't even know his own, but she nodded, continuing to listen and hold him. "I can't do it, Y/N! It's all so much! Who would want me! Who?!" Y/N closed her eyes, resting in his shoulder as she felt his tears fall down her neck.
"Ground Zero, you aren't horrible. You aren't evil. You're a kid. You're a kid with a superpower. No one should expect you to be perfect all the time." Y/N felt her face heat up, her own eyes begging to let go. "When we're kids, we're pampered. We're expected to figure ourselves out, but the world doesn't work that way for people like you." She chuckled at a memory, "my parents boasted about me all the time before my doctor visits. It raised my ego, the idea of being born strong."
She slowly began to lift him off, "but people aren't born strong. No one is. That's not how life works." She cupped his face. "You were expected to be something you aren't. People assumed what you would be the moment you first used your quirk. That's so much fucking pressure, ground zero." He gazed at her eyes. "Pressure changes people. Assumptions change people. Expectations make us lose sight of ourselves." He leaned forward.
Y/N slapped his face. "And stop doing that thing! I told you before! Guilt prevents us from becoming better." She rubbed the pink spot she left on his cheek. "Apologize to Derek. Become a good fucking hero! Don't let yourself be defined by others! That's the worst shit and it will tear you apart." He started to laugh, wiping his tears as she watched his smile grow.
"Who the fuck is Derek?" "The...kid? You mentioned?" "Deku! His name is Deku!" "Like...his parents named him that?" "N-no." "Maybe not calling him Deku is a start." He coughed out another laugh as he lied his head upon her shoulder.
"You're nothing how I thought you'd be." She blushed, "really?" "Yeah." He leaned away to pick up her crown which she had made. "It's pretty." "It's not finished." He shrugged, placing it upon his head, "looks good to me." She leaned in to adjust it, showcasing the new bruises on her arms that he readily tried to ignore. Instead, he prepared himself to pop the question.
"Can I call you by your name?" He requested, a meekness in his tone. Y/N squinted, "Why?" The darkness of the forest hid the red hues of color painting his face. "I like it." She gave a hum of disapproval. "You don't." "You prefer crybaby?" "I prefer you respect what I want to be called."
He pouted, "but I've already said it! What's the difference!" "I like pulling you're leg?" He growled, making her pat his warm face. "Fine, if you really want to." "Then you can call me by mine." Y/N shook her head, "but my nicknames are fun!" "No they aren't," he denied, "my name is Bakugou." She pulled a confused expression, "are you serious?" "Yes!" She covered her mouth to conceal her laughter, "what, did you explode out of the womb?" "No!"
Failing to hide her grin, she took his hands in hers, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Y/N hadn't expected it, but he froze. "Bakugou?" Her soft voice was in his ears, making him clench his jaw. "...yes?" "Do I...make you uncomfortable?" "No," he quickly answered. "Is it alright? When I kiss you?" He closed his eyes, burning with such a question. "Yes, it's fine." His voice barley above a whisper. Her lips met his neck, bringing them closer. With his body so nervous, his hands placed themselves on her back.
He quivered when she left more than one kiss. "Bakugou?" She whispered, her voice right by his ear. "Y-y-yes?" "Do I make you nervous?" His fingers gripped her hoodie, making her feel the shakiness of his hands. "Yes." Y/N removed her face from his neck, netting his eyes instead. "Why?" He swallowed the lump that had built up in his throat. "I don't know anything about you."
Y/N leaned in, "would you like to?" He made a sound of confirmation, allowing Y/N to close the gap between them, her soft lips pressing against his. He had wondered about her lips for a long time. Now, they definitely made him weak.
