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Walking out of the training ground, Bakugou smiled a grin that was something short of demonic. He may have been tired, sweaty from his quirk use, and filled with adrenaline, but he was a emotion that most would say was pure joy.
Of course he was joyful over pummeling ‘dunce face’ in hand to hand combat. Finally getting to justify punching him once he breached that thin threshold Bakugou had for annoyance? It was a good day in his eyes.
Bakugou clicked his tongue into the silence, becoming aware that he reeked of smoke and sweat. As well as the tiredness started to weigh down on his eyelids. He began to quicken his pace so that he could get back to his dorm and shower and get to bed before he ran out of energy. Though that was all thrown out the window as he heard it. Humming.
Not just any humming, lord knows that Bakugou’s heard a lot of humming in his 16 years of life. It was a quiet humming, with a smooth voice, but the melody was one that Bakugou could never forget. He loved it to much to ever fully let go of it, instead just pushing it into the depths of his mind for it to be forgotten about. Though at the sound of it, memories resurfaced in his mind and he stopped in his path.
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Bakugou let out a grunt as he plopped his small body down onto the park bench. Furrowing his brows as the person besides him stopped humming. He turned his head so his fiery crimson eyes met your large, doe like eyes that seem to be portals to a far away land. Bakugou never understood how your eyes were so pretty, but at that age he didn’t understand a lot of his emotions about you.
“Hey! Why’d you stop? I was listening, keep going!” Bakugou demanded with a huff.
Though all he felt was his face heating up as you turned away and giggled, not even slightly swayed by his tone. You were always the only one who never cared about Bakugou’s attitude. His heart felt fuzzy as he opened his mouth to retaliate against your giggles.
But you met his eyes once again, and his words left his throat as his chest tightened.
“Why, do you like it?” You smiled your small smile. Imperfect yet beautiful.
“Of... of course I do dumb dumb...” Bakugou mumbled as he turned away, unable to bare another moment of your eyes on him.
You giggled again, paying no mind to Bakugou turning into a beat at your soft voice.
“I’ll be sure to sing it more often then Suki!”
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This was it, this was the day he was gonna tell you. Bakugou was going to tell you how he felt about you. He was going to tell you he had loved you with his heart and soul and if you wanted to be his, he would be yours.
He would finally tell you that you shone brighter than any star and you were more beautiful than the moonlights glow on a quiet night.
Bakugou was going to tell you as he sat next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.
Outwardly he was calm and listening to your song that you had hummed to him so many times. Whenever he needed to calm down or needed something to listen to in the background. He listened to your song, pretending to watch the sunset from the top of the building you both sat upon. But his mind was racing with possibilities.
You were always there, through thick and thin. When his temper got ahead of him you stayed calm and never backed away and ran. When he needed company, admitting to it or not, you’d be there with him. He’d be there for you too, helping you understand your school work or hugging you when things got ruff. He never understood why he would help you. He wouldn’t help anyone, they were all extras in his goal to become that top hero in his dreams. Though somehow, you weren’t. You were always apart of that dream to cheer him on, and to encourage him.
Always there to be his biggest fan and number one supporter.
It took him until he broke down in his room one night, confused and disheveled, he searched for why he felt like this about you. Why did he always feel that fuzzy feeling around you? You were his best friend and the only one he would ever even think about letting into his heart. But, you were a boy, he couldn’t have these feelings for a boy, surely not. Right?
But, no matter how hard Bakugou tried to deny it. No matter how hard he tried to act normal and bottle up his feelings. When he would look up at your large doe eyes that haven’t changed a bit since you both were kids, still beautiful and hypnotizing. It just felt...right. As your song ended, Bakugou knew that you were the only one that could make his heart feel whole.
This was it, he was gonna tell you. He was gonna tell you right there right then.
“Hey Suki’, I have to tell you something.” You sighed, you sounded so... sad?
Immediately Bakugou hopped up from your shoulder, back straightening as he turned to face you.
“YE- um- yes?” Bakugou stuttered, making him wish that he could have blown himself up.
You kept your eyes glued to the ground, refusing to look at Bakugou as sorrow was written on your features. His stomach dropped and fear begun to swallow his mind. Did you already know? What could it possibly be that made you sound so sad?
“My.. parents, they told me this morning. We’re moving. I don’t know where but its far from here because it’s for work or something. I’m sorry I just...” You sniffed, the first tear falling from your eye.
Bakugou's mouth fell open as he stared at you, tears of his own beginning to quickly cloud his vision and threatening to pour from his bright fiery eyes. You turned to him and engulfed him in a hug, squeezing him as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Allowing your tears to freely fall into his shoulder. Bakugou weakly tried to hug back, though his own shock and tears were hitting him far beyond being able to think about anything else.
You were going to be gone? Forever? Surely if your moving he would never see you again? No... no, no, no that wasn’t right. You were meant to be there forever, you were his one constant, you couldn’t leave. Maybe that was a bad thing, wanting you to never leave. But in that moment all Bakugou wanted was you. Yet you were being ripped away.
“Y/N... I” He tried to choke out something, anything through the tears cascading down his face to unveil his emotions to you before it was too late. Instead, all he did was bury his head in your neck. Following your lead as he dampened your uniform shirt with tears. Finally hugging you back, lord knows how long it would be until Bakugou might get to hug you like this again, if he ever did.
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Bakugou snapped back into reality, shaking his head and wiping away the tears that began to start forming.
That couldn’t really be you right? No... you moved before the last year of junior high there was no way you were here. But then, how was he hearing that same melody he’d heard so many times before. That only ever sounded right, sounded complete, when it same from you.
Bakugou just, froze. Not sure of what to do, yes he still did have feelings for you. He never had feelings for anyone else and he was unsure if he ever would. Though would you really even care about seeing him again? After two years? His heart sunk at the thought.
Bakugou walked closer to the source of the melody, hiding behind a tree just before the source. ‘This is stupid.’ Bakugou thought, ‘I should just get back to the dorms it’s getting too late for this bull shit.’ Yet he peeked around the tree, gripping onto the ridged bark for support as he laid eyes upon... you.
There was no doubt it was you. Though you were taller, had a deeper voice, and your back was turned to him. It was that same you sitting on the bench right in front of him. Humming your silly little tune.
Bakugou looked down to his palm, would you still like him now? Would he still be your Suki’? Then it hit him, your. You always called him your Suki’. He was always yours, how was he so blind to just now see it. The thought alone drove him to have the confidence to walk up from behind the tree. Reeking of smoke, slightly sweaty, and aching from training. He sat himself besides you once more.
Furrowing his ash blonde brows as your tune came to a stop in the middle of the melody. He turned to look at you. Meeting your eyes that were widened with shock, yup, haven’t changed at all.
“What the hell dumbass, I was listening, keep going.”