❛︎You're exhausting Bakugo.❜︎ ━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎ Y/n wasn't the most academically inclined, didn't have friends either. But that was no matter, her family dictated her destiny. All she needed to do was become their mindless puppet and obey. But obeying proved difficult with the constant buzzing of Bakugo's loud insults. She didn't time have for him, she couldn't waste a single second of the brief 6 hours she had away from duty and annoyance. But of course, Bakugo constantly pulled her from tranquility with his brash personality and crude words which Y/n took as an unspoken challenge. ━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘔𝘏𝘈 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺/𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. UNDER GOING EDITING

"I don't know how to be like this. But I'm tryin'. For you." Y/N grew up learning how to disappear. She stayed quiet when it hurt. Took up less space. Learned how to smile when she wanted to scream. She knows how to read people - their moods, their shifts, their silence - but she's still learning how to listen to herself. Now she's twenty-one. A pro hero with steady hands and a soft voice. She tells herself she's fine. She always does. Twenty-two, Pro Hero. He's the same rough edged, explosive, quiet and aggressive guy. But around her, it's different. She's quiet, steady - and something in him wants to protect that. So he keeps his distance. Not because he doesn't care, but because he does. More than he ever had. He's scared she'll get hurt. Scared he will, too. But no matter how far he pulls back... she lingers. In his head. In his chest. In all the places he thought were locked..