Chapter 1: First Meeting 1
Chapter Text
When Ayumi saw her boyfriend as she walked through the cafe doors, she instantly knew something was wrong. She paused the low classical music and slid her headphones to hang around her neck. Biting her lip, Ayumi walked over to their normal spot in the corner. Anxiousness began seeping into her bones.
His periwinkle eyes were sad. She saw that clearly from across the shop due to her enhanced sight, but up close was more terrifying. The droop to his shoulders and fake tint of a smile to his lips. Dating two years with Ayumi's senses certainly did not give this man the ability to hide his emotions from her.
"What's wrong?" She asked instantly, not bothering to sit down. Inclining her head, she didn't bother to push her hair back as locks fell into her vision. He breathed in and out slowly. Opened his lips.
And said:
"I am breaking up with you, Ayumi."
The world froze for a second. The breath stilled in her chest, in her nose. Sound drowned out for the first time and all she could see was him.
The sincere voice, the sad yet reserved expression. The fake smile dropping from his lips.
She pinched herself under her leather jacket. It hurt. This was real.
This was real.
"W-what?" Ayumi stammered, feeling weightless. As if gravity was slowly beginning to ignore her existence, to let her float away, to start with her heart.
It was not a good feeling.
He sighed out but looked her square in the eye. "This isn't working out, Ayumi." She had no response. "I can't hold hands with you except one of maybe two days a week. Can't hug you often. Physically, we can barely do anything."
She felt punched in the gut. Stabbed in the heart.
Physical attention. The one thing that was hard for her to give to others.
Her mouth went dry and pain laced her bones. A two year relationship - ending because of her damned body.
"I-I can work on it," Ayumi began, not wanting this. "I can build up my resistance. Physicality doesn't have to be the focus of our relationship," she pleaded, unable to move to grab his hand.
At that, he scoffed. Ayumi flinched.
"You said that a year ago. And nothing changed." He clenched his jaw. Ayumi's heart broke little by little, chipping away like dried, cracked paint. "I care for you, Ayumi. But I can't do this any longer."
"N-Neito, I am trying- you know how hard it is for me!" She said with a breathless exclaim. It was getting hard to breath.
That reserved face turned into a frown. His jaw clenched and his hands fisted. "You have no problem with Iobani or Nakamura," he said with a hint of disdain.
Ayumi drew her head back, shocked. "That is not fair!" She said, outraged. "What we have done is between us! The physical actions you and I done are more than a light hug or pat, Neito, and you know that."
Neito looked away sharply, curling his lips in anger. "I want more than what you are giving me."
She scoffed, eyes burning. "Just be honest." Her jaw didn't want to move, but she forced the words out. "You just aren't being fucked enough by me, right?"
Neito didn't answer. He continued to glare down at the table, lips thinning, hands fisting.
The non-answer hurt more than any words he could have said in that moment. It was the truth, and he couldn't refute that. The simple fact that he wanted her body more than he wanted her.
It felt as if someone grabbed her heart and yanked.
She didn't know what to say. Ayumi wasn't going to go crazy and force herself upon him. And she wasn't going to burst out into tears, either. It hurt, oh it hurt a lot. But she had too much pride to breakdown in front of him.
So she reached towards her bag and brought it before her, saying nothing. She unclasped a red, white and gold keychain. "Wait - y-you can keep that-"
"No, I won't," she ground out. "Sorry that fucking is more important to you than an actual connection," Ayumi added, icily.
And threw the keychain at him.
She slung her bag on. Began to turn away, needing to leave. Feeling as if the walls were going to close in on her. Feeling too many eyes watching, too many mouths whispering.
"Ayumi, you can keep this anyways-"
"Monoma, stop!" It was an angry plead. And the blonde male froze as she used his last name. Not his first name. Not like he still used, even as he crushed her heart.
Ayumi was drawing a line, with her broken love.
"J-just leave me alone right now."
With that, Ayumi stormed from the cafe. No idea where she was going. Just letting her legs move her as far away from there as they could.
Her breath sped up, coming in and out in short bursts. Her eyes burned but the tears didn't fall. Wouldn't fall, feeling overwhelmed. Her heart continued to chip away.
Ayumi never imagined it would end like that. A simple sentence and done. A relationship for which she cared and nurtured, hoping would last longer than what her friends warned her it would.
Miyasu was right. Itsuki was right. Boys wanted physical attention. Something so hard for her to give.
Ayumi thought her relationship was going to be fine. She and Monoma shared a strong bond emotionally - or so she thought.
But he ended it with a simple sentence.
Ayumi began running.
Running before her painful emotions could catch up and break out of her.
She didn't know where. Only that her legs were moving and her heart hurt. Hurt so much. But the tears refused to come out, even as her breath were pants of pain. Emotional pain.
She wanted to cry. To scream. To hit something, someone. To bake a cake or a tart so full of sugar it made her sick. To curl in a blanket under her blanket and not see the sun for a week, a month.
To not hear "I told you so".
So Ayumi kept running and running. She didn't want to cry, to sob over this, in public. Knew she wouldn't, as long as she kept her mind and body moving.
The buildings turned to neighborhood houses. She came to the end of the block and suddenly changed directions.
Only to ram hard into something. Really hard. Her body shuddered from the impact and froze. It was a person - the grunt told her - but he almost felt like a tree.
And she bounced back, instead of knocking the male over.
Her hands reached forward and snagged on a fabric and she pulled herself as to not fall. And her head ended up squished into a thick chest.
He smelled of a husky, smokey wood and sweet. As if the wood was covered in sugar before being lit. A smokey, burnt sugar. Smokey caramel. That husky - that male scent - was something else that seemed to thunder through her.
And his heartbeat was loud and strong. Centered.
It oddly calmed her. Calmed her enough that her emotions finally caught up with her previously running body.
And her heart shattered.
A sob tore from her chest. The tears finally poured out of her eyes. And she broke down, sobbing into the chest of a stranger. Letting her anger and sudden, immense heartbreak pour out of her.
The stranger shouted and moved to remove her. But once his arms clamped down on her shoulders and felt her shaking, he froze. The weight of his hands, frozen on her shoulder, seemed to center Ayumi more.
And Ayumi stayed like that for who knows how long. The attractive and calming smell and heartbeat of the man gave her an immediate outlet for the aching emotions.
It hurt but felt good. To sob, to cry, to clench her hands and smush her face harder into the chest. To let it all out.
And the tears began to slow. The sobs went into whimpers and sniffles then silent. The pain in her chest relieved slightly but didn't dissipate.
And suddenly, Ayumi was aware of the situation she was in. So, sniffling, she stepped back and patted the messed up shirt flat, then bowed.
"I apologize for my inconvenience," she apologized shortly, not looking up. Throat sore, voice hoarse. She heard him take a deep breath. "I'll get out of your way."
And before the male could respond, Ayumi sped away. To return home and cuddle into her sheets.
She would now need a new cafe.
P.S:
I kinda imagine Ayumi to look like this (credit to original artist) but eyes more of a pale gray
Chapter Text
"Thank you all for joining us! We have a full attendance, for the first time in 5 years!" Said Nezu, speaking into the microphone on a stage. He was alluding to the fact that Aizawa's main classes, 1-3 A, were actually in attendance. A shock to everyone.
It was now the official start of year 3 - the final year of UA for Ayumi. The first day always began with a speech from Nezu before a class competition to see which class would win a field trip. The competition was sports last year so it should be trivia focused this year.
Before the speech, a 3rd year class representative (who was elected the year previous) would be picked at random to lead the anthem.
And, sadly, Ayumi was at risk.
Since year one, Ayumi was elected class representative for having the ability to calm everyone down. Now, she regretted accepting the role, because she was in no mood to lead the entire school. Her shoulders drooped and dark circles rested under her eyes, hinting at the sleepless night she had. Her uniform was ruffled and hair in two mussed braids.
She stood before her taller best friend, Miyasu, who was giving her a comfort hug from behind. Miya's ample chest provided a cushion for Ayumi's head, and her verbena and rose scent was a comfort to her nose.
Ayumi's heart still thudded in pain, but she wasn't going to burst into tears and sob on a random person again.
Miya would never let her down for that.
"Let's pick the representative!" Nezu exclaimed into the mic. Ayumi was glad she took suppressants today, for her headache would have amplified the noise even more and hurt her ears.
Midnight, one of the Pro-Hero teachers, walked up with a glass bowl full of lottery balls. The two made it dramatic as Nezu picked one.
"It won't be you, sweets," Miya whispered.
"Your predictions are always wrong," Ayumi tossed back. Miya giggled in response.
A ball was selected. Each representative for each 3rd year class held their breaths.
"And the lucky winner is..."
Ayumi shut her eyes. Please please please-
"Class 3-D Representative! Isaki Ayumi!"
Ayumi groaned. Her classmates cheered. Now their class will get an option of help in the upcoming challenge.
Miya stifled her laughter and pulled her arms back. Ayumi shot the tanned beauty a glare as her classmates chanted her name. She groaned and placed her hands in the silk pockets she personally sewed into her blazer and rolled her shoulders.
She really did not want to be the center of attention with the shitty mood she was in.
Slipping out of the line, Ayumi frowned as the cheering got louder. "Yah! Where's your manners!? The principal is right there!" She scolded.
They stared at her.
Then began chanting, lower than before.
Knowing that was the best she would get, she stalked towards the stage where the staff members of UA awaited her. Her homeroom teacher, a non-Hero named Ms. Asiaku, looked proud as she gave her student a smug smile and thumbs up.
Great.
Cursing this situation out in her head, Ayumi did her best to ignore the stares and grumbles as her name got progressively louder as she walked towards the mic.
A pair of eyes were heavy on hers. Two pairs. She knew for sure one of them was Neito- no, Monoma - though she was unsure who the second pair belong to. But it sent a shiver of anxiety down her spine.
She forced herself to push away that feeling. No use to embarrass herself on the very first day of school in front of anyone. Better to wait a few days.
"Make a few remarks, okay?" Nezu whispered as Midnight adjusted the mic to her height.
Her eyebrows rose to the sky but the beady eyed principal only smiled and stepped back. Midnight winked at her. "Have a little fun, beautiful."
Internally dying, Ayumi took center stage and turned to stare out over the entire student body.
Although the years went from left to right, it was even more obvious by the posture. First years were stick-straight and nervous. Second years were more relaxed but bored. Third years, however, were the ones carrying the energy, seeing as this was their last year.
And they wanted to destroy the confidence of year 1 in the games.
She cleared her throat away from the mic, making sure it didn't squeal. Even on suppressants, that noise would kill her ears.
Ayumi inhaled. Exhaled - away from the mic. And began her short impromptu speech.
"So, since I was picked, this obviously means my class will win today," she said as calmly as she could. Her class roared. Other third years chanted their own classes name.
She couldn't help it. The ends of Ayumi's lips quirked up at the reaction. She continued. "Yah, let me talk!" She exclaimed and people laughed or shouted back from her section. "Anyways - I'm Isaki Ayumi and really don't know how I woke up this morning, but here I am."
She pointed to the first years. "To the babies of the family - yes, the third years will tease the crap out of you, but you can rely on us for help." An array of agreements were sounded. Then Ayumi motioned to the second years.
"Dear middle children, know you are cared for and will not be teased as heavily. Though we're less likely to help y'all since you are the middle."
And finally, Ayumi addressed her own year. Pointedly avoiding looking at class 3-B section.
"And third years!"
She winced at the shouts as they responded 'yes' in unison. But she pushed on.
"If you guy's can't get a job by the end of the year you all suck!"
'Yes ma'am!'
"And we better have the best Sports Festival and Summer Festival this year!"
'Yes ma'am!'
"And finally! Class 3-D is the best!"
That got a mixed response. But by the end, Ayumi was smiling and momentarily forgetting that she probably looked hungover.
"Now let's do the national anthem."
She took the headphones around her neck and slid them back over her ears as the music started, as if this was rehearsed. She once again cleared her throat away from the mic then fisted a hand behind her back, one over her heart, and widened her stance.
Once the song got to the starting point, Ayumi began. And the entirety of the school sang in tune with her.
She wasn't the best vocalist, but she could hold a tune. And with her eyes closed, Ayumi sounded out the anthem of Japan perfectly, letting the traditional music settle in her bones. Music was amazing - not as great as cooking, but just as calming to her.
And when the anthem finished, her lips were pulled into a smile. She blinked her eyes open, and turned to look up at the sky as the schools motto came from her mouth with everyone.
"Go Beyond! Plus Ultra!"
And with that, a lighter feeling infiltrated her dark heart momentarily.
But then Ayumi looked down from the blue sky. And locked eyes with someone - scarlet red eyes.
It was shockingly clear. As if there was no drug in her system to make her eyesight closer to normal. Those eyes seemed to be full of a fire that would never douse.
Ayumi ripped her eyes away. Her heart clenched painfully, as if remembering everything from yesterday in force. It wasn't until Ayumi was walking to her class that she realized:
She was trembling.
••••••••••
"You used your broken heart to destroy the opposition," Miya mused as she sat on the bed across from Ayumi, painting her toes mint green. Her shiny, slate gray hair brushing her bare, tan shoulders, clad in a green spaghetti-strap tank top and blue shorts. Her figure was curvaceous, with large breasts and wide hips, her skin tanned, her eyes pine green.
She was also half-a-head taller than Ayumi, standing at a 5'8 (177 cm) to Ayumi's 5'4 (164 cm) frame.
"She's just a freaking genius," complained the male on the floor by the bed, gaming on the tv while he stretched out on a beanbag chair. He held pale lavender hair down to his jaws and warm brown eyes, a lean figure with long legs and a handsome visage.
They were talking about the trivia game that class 3-D won, much to the chagrin of some strong characters.
Ayumi tsked and rolled onto her stomach, clutching onto a pillow as she almost knocked the nail polish out of Miya hands.
"Don't make me mess up!"
"You shouldn't even be using it on the bed in the first place."
"Yeah, yeah, I am fine, thank you very much," retorted Miya, who quickly went back to her toes.
Sighing, she eyed the white wall of Miya's room. She decided to spend the night, seeing as her dorm was two floors up and she didn't want to be alone. So, of course, Itsuki came along with and the three friends of six years bundled up in Miya's room, listening to Ayumi spill out her cracked heart.
This time in person.
"But we told you, right? I knew Bent-up-Back was not for you," Itsuki grumbled, clacking away furiously. "We should gang up on him with some guys I know from the Hero Course and teach him a fucking lesson."
"We are not going to gang on 'Bent-up-Back', Itsu," Ayumi sighed.
Monoma earned the nickname for the weird pose he always did when trying to boast before other students. And that brought up the memory of when she first met him.
During lunch the third week, she was walking to a table, not hungry after the night she had. Monoma was going off on random people, and Ayumi wasn't paying attention. Then he started on her, and she snapped at him.
She scolded Monoma to the point where he couldn't talk back to her. Then he apologized to her - only her - and stared her down as she walked away. Since then, he was unusually kind to her until he asked her on a date a few weeks later.
And Ayumi agreed.
Huffing, Ayumi didn't speak. Miya did.
"I can't believe you through that keychain at him. It meant so much to you!"
Ayumi frowned angrily. "Well, if he can end it all because of fucking, then he can keep his fucking keychain of lies."
Itsuki grunted a chuckle before cursing out. "Damned hacker! No one can fucking fly in CoD Modern Warfare!! What the fuck!"
Miya threw a pillow at his head. He flipped her off. Then said to Ayumi: "So, do you think you'll ever meet that stranger again?"
Ayumi froze. Her cheeks heated up at the memory of just abandoning a talk with someone she randomly began crying on. He must have weird thoughts about her. But...
"No. He was in a neighborhood about ten minutes from my own and seemed too thick and tall to be a student. Just some random person I will never see again."
Ayumi hoped.
Itsuki snorted in tune with Miya. "Bitch, do you not see what the guys from the Hero Course look like!?" They said in unison. Ayumi rolled her eyes.
Being friends so long made their brains a bit similar at times.
"See! Itsu isn't gay but he can obviously tell a great body when he sees one!"
"You don't need to be fucking gay to see muscles on a person, dumbass!"
"Yah, shut up!"
"Guys stop yelling," Ayumi complained, head ringing. Her headache has yet to dissipate.
"Sorry Ayu," the two rang out.
"Anyways," Ayumi carried on as Miya blew her polish dry, "I never paid much attention to other guys with Monoma. And most of the guys from the Hero Course and I never interacted outside of Ida, since he was also a representative."
Miya scoffed. "You obviously know what Todoroki and Bakugou look like, though. Right?"
Ayumi didn't answer, just to see where this led.
The two gasped. "Nooooo!"
"Kirishima?" Itsuki asked.
"Kaibara?"
"Ida?"
"Awase!?"
Ayumi groaned, rolling onto her back again. "I know what they look like, dumbasses, stop freaking. I just never paid attention to them. You should know this."
Miya and Itsuki couldn't help but stare at each other in shock. Miya mouthed 'what the fuck?' and Itsuki pointed to Ayumi's back and did a crazy sign. Miya rolled her eyes. Ayumi knew they were silently talking.
"Fine." Miya's tone was final. Ayumi peered over her pillow. "Starting tomorrow, you'll begin to focus on them! And who knows," a dangerous smirk crossed her lips, "maybe the comfort stranger is one of them?"
Itsuki voiced his agreement.
Ayumi gave her a face of 'that is utter bullshit' and sat up.
"Can I just have some more ice cream?"
"If you wanna walk down to the kitchen with puffy eyes and your boobs about to pop out, sure."
Another pillow was tossed at Itsuki's head.
Notes:
lol how can she not have noticed Todoboi or Bakuhoe? Like, huh? Monoma ain't that great sweetheart. And I wrote her like that 🤦♀️
Also yeah, the pose during the anthem is the AOT pose
Chapter 3: First Meeting 3
Summary:
I don't know what to say.
Oh yeah.
Chapter titles are the 'mini arc' that is happening. Or what the general idea of the couple or so of chapters will be about. That is why it's repetitive.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Bakugo stabbed his chopstick into the middle of the chicken, hitting the metal plate underneath. The vibration didn't faze the man at all as he picked the chicken up and bit it off the stick in a single, harsh movement.
Completely oblivious to how Kirishima eyed him, slurping noodles.
Something was annoying Bakugo. And Kirishima had no idea what, considering nothing major happened - other than the loss at the first orientation game they ever went to. But even then, Bakugo wasn't shouting or exploding off in anger. He cursed a lot and stormed off, but that was it.
Over the past two years at UA, Bakugo mellowed out.
Slightly.
He wasn't shouting 'die' at every moment or constantly shouting in general. He still cursed worse than a sailor and loved fighting, obsessed with being at the top. But now he also payed attention to those around him and actively worked to save civilians as well.
Yet he still had his angry moments, and his face seemed to be in a perpetual frown even without wrinkles marking his face. Lucky genes.
And his appearance changed a bit. He got taller by five-six inches. He bulked up a bit more in his chest and arms, his abdomen still defined and his waist still a bit narrow. In his left ear was a metal stud and his right ear sported a metal hoop, not too big. More scars littered his arms and torso, but that didn't bother him. And his hair was a bit more cropped, especially on the sides, enhancing his jawline.
The reason behind his annoyance was that girl. The one that ran into him at full speed before bawling into his chest. The one whose top of the head barely reached his chin and shoulders were thin - not hard from muscle like the girls he was used to being around. Whose frame was dwarfed by his.
The one who then stood on stage and acted so fucking nonchalant and 'cool'. That girl.
Isaki Ayumi.
Even her name annoyed Bakugo. 'Vivid Beauty' was Ayumi's meaning. And all she had was shining, black hair that waved perfectly to her elbows and pale-gray, almond eyes that twinkled when she won that damned trivia match, and full pink lips that smiled as she got the prize trip for her class -
He growled and stabbed another piece of chicken. Kirishima warily watched him, protective over his own food.
But Bakugo wondered what she would've done if he confronted her. If she would even recognize him since she didn't look at him after she ran away. Would she still act tough or would her teary side come out?
And why the fuck was she crying? What happened to her?
Why'd he freeze?
Deku cries all the time - sure, Deku's a dude and Bakugo doesn't give two shits if he cries or not. But Ayumi is a girl. He never dealt with a girl crying on him before, even with that one. But why the fuck did he let Ayumi do it?
These thoughts annoyed him even more, so Bakugo ended up chewing so hard his teeth ground together. He was not ready to be interested in a girl right now.
Again, he stabbed a piece of innocent chicken. Kirishima felt it was time to intervene.
"So you're going to do the work study with Best Jeanist or Endeavor this year?" He asked with a happy voice.
"Endeavor," Bakugo grunted.
"Is Midoriya and Todoroki also joining?"
Bakugo's frown increased. "Of course the two shitbags are dragging along."
"Well, you guys do work pretty alright together-"
"Hey boys!" A feminine voice called and Bakugo didn't bother his sneer as Mina rested her hands on the end of the table, smiling as cheerfully as always. Her hair was now to her shoulders but still as curly and messy as before. And, unlike the two sitting, she did not grow in height.
"Hey Mins. What's up?" Kirishima greeted with a broad smile. Mina shrugged. Bakugo stabbed another chicken.
"I was walking and saw how dreary dear Bakugo was and decided to save your life!" She said pleasantly. Bakugo rolled his eyes.
"I'm not gonna fucking kill him, Antler-Brain. Just hop your ass away." Mina didn't flinch at his mean words, used to his way of speaking after two years.
Waving him off, she posed a question to Kirishima. "I'm going into the city tonight for some shopping. Want to come with me?"
Kirishima's eyes widened a little. "Just us two?" Bakugo's ear picked up on the slight tremble at the end of those words.
"Yeah. Is that a problem?"
Kirishima cleared his throat. The faintest blush crossed his cheeks. "No, I'll come. What time?"
So as Mina and Kirishima planned their night out, Bakugo angrily ate his food. He needed to let out his emotions on something. A punching bag, a person, whatever.
He almost finished when Mina suddenly shouted. "Isaki! Hey!" Bakugo's head snapped up. He followed Mina's golden eyes to see her.
Isaki Ayumi, walking by, standing next to a taller female that Bakugo barely noted, his eyes narrowing on the ravenette. Her black hair was even messier than yesterday and the circles stood out even more on her pale skin. But she gave a smile that seemed sincere to the pink woman.
"Hey Ashido. No hard feelings, right?" She teased. For it was her versus Mina's team that gave class 3-D the win.
Mina scoffed but smiled wider. "That depends - will you buy me some cupcakes?"
"Better yet, why don't I bake you some?" She offered. And for some reason, Bakugo found himself analyzing her. Her stance and her voice and the emotions in her eyes.
Her figure was lean - except her hips were round and her breasts were full. Her lips were plump as she spoke to Mina, her voice silvery and calm - what the fuck, Bakugo? Silvery? What the fuck does that mean?
He must have zoned out glaring at her because she and Mina soon said goodbyes and she walked past their table. Before stiffening and sharply looking at Bakugo. Bakugo froze but didn't lighten his gaze.
Did she realize who he was? How? What is making her tense?
"What?" He growled. He didn't know why he growled.
But Ayumi shook her head. "Nothing, sorry. Thought I recognized you for a second." Bakugo went stiff. His stare deepened on her, causing Ayumi to clear her throat and wave. "Have a nice day," she muttered. Then continued to walk away, being elbowed by the one standing next to her.
Another growl almost left his throat.
Why was he so annoyed she didn't realize who he was?
"She is so fucking hot." Bakugo straightened in the chair. "And so fucking cool to talk to. If she was single, I would totally hit on her," Mina sighed, watching her walk away.
"You know her?" Bakugo grumbled as Kirishima and he asked in unison. Mina scoffed.
"A lot of people do. She's noticed for her appearance and smarts. I'm more surprised you guys don't, especially since she is in our grade." Mina shook her head, disappointed but not surprised.
"Well, I'll get to know her then," Kirishima amended. "But who is she dating?"
Mina's face soured at that and she gagged. "Monoma."
Bakugo's eyebrows rose and Kirishima gasped. "She can handle that annoying piece of rat-shit? How the fuck?" He despised Monoma, but it at least confirmed Ayumi was interested in men-
What the fuck, Bakugo!?
Mina smiled at them. "She scolded him so bad when he tried pulling that 'I am better than thou' shit on her, and he ended up falling for her." She shrugged. "They've been together since year one-"
"Ayumi!" A male voice called out, sounding almost desperate. It grabbed the trio's attention to near the entrance of the cafeteria, where Ayumi stood. Glaring over at her boyfriend, who was panting and grabbing onto her arm.
Ayumi looked pained and upset. Monoma looked desperate and pitiful. The girl standing next to Ayumi looked disgusted.
Apparently, being the talk of the school, everyone tuned in to watch the interaction with Ayumi. Bakugo wondered just how far away he was from the school business that he missed how blatantly it was that the shit-eater Monoma was in a relationship with someone as ho- as flip-floppy as Ayumi.
Maybe it was because he actually talked nice to her? Who the fuck knows.
"Stop," Ayumi said coldly. Shock reverberated around the space. "Let go of me."
Bakugo saw Monoma's hand tighten. He was taller and bigger than Ayumi, and seeing the look of discomfort flash across her face made a warning flash in Bakugo's mind. His jaw clenched and his hand fisted.
"Just let me talk to you, Ayumi-"
"Stop calling me that!" She bursted out through clenched teeth, ripping her hand from his. She rubbed where he gripped. "Call me Isaki, Monoma. And leave me the fuck alone." Monoma flinched hard at those words.
And with that, Ayumi turned on her heel and fled, the tall silver-woman following. At first frozen, Monoma began to move after her. Bakugo almost stood up - for no fucking reason. Then a male around Monoma's height with lavender hair stepped in his way and put a hand to his chest, stopping Monoma from moving forward.
"She said leave her alone, dickwad. So stay away." The glare in those brown eyes stemmed from anger for a loved one. Bakugo's brows furrowed. The purple-haired male left after the two girls. Monoma stood frozen, dejected, until one of his friends took him away.
Slowly, people began talking and moving again.
"So... it seems that she is single now," Mina said awkwardly. "Well, I am off to see if Ura or Tsu know anything since they are her friends. You know me and tea!" Min waved her fingers at the two. "Toodleoos!" And walked away.
"Man, she looked angry. And Monoma looked sad, like, actually sad! I can't believe he can feel that!" Kirishima said, astonished.
Bakugo watched the door silently, however, jaw too clenched to speak.
He now knew why Ayumi cried onto him.
And that made his anger against Monoma flare.
••••••••••
Ayumi chopped so swiftly her classmates were afraid of getting too close to her in case the knife started flying. Miya sat at the opposite end of the island, typing away on her computer. On the stove behind Ayumi something simmered in a red sauce next to a small soup pot, a delicious aroma filling the air.
An hour after class ended and Ayumi started cooking. It relieved her stress, to start chopping vegetables and meats, to add spices together to create something that fuzzed her head with its attracting smell and melted on her tongue in heavenly flavor.
Since her taste was also enhanced, ever since she was young Ayumi became obsessed with food and making it taste good. At the age of 8, she was making dinner and setting plates to look like 5-star Michelin restaurants. When she saw people's face light up at how her food tasted, it filled Ayumi with joy.
So, still upset with Monoma and stressed when smelling that smokey caramel briefly in the lunchroom, she began cooking.
If Bakugo was the one she cried on, Ayumi doubted he would wait so long to confront her. He got pissed when she looked at him. Crying on him is a whole other issue. So it couldn't be him...
Right?
Ayumi decided to make a comfort soup: Sukiyaki. It was a soup with beef, vegetables, and tofu (since Miya was allergic to shellfish) with udon noodles. The vegetables she was cutting into the tiniest cubes would be used to make dumpling stuffing for her lunch tomorrow, and the red sauce would be the dipping for it.
"You don't need to always cook your own lunch. I still don't know how you manage to sneak in those wines to use," Miya spoke, never looking up from her computer. Ayumi shrugged, the end of her hair brushing against her shoulder, tied up in a comfortable ponytail.
"I'm relaxing. Don't mess up my relaxation." Ayumi finished the last carrot and slid it into a bowl with minuscule pieces of celery and onion.
"Your relaxing is making me drool," Miya replied.
"You'll be satisfied in thirty minutes, cool your panties," Ayumi said with a light smirk.
"I'm drooling in my mouth."
"Where else could you be drooling?" The two girls looked up at each other with before bursting into giggles.
Smiling, Ayumi turned to the soup pot and grabbed a spoon to check the broth. "And to reply to your curiosity on my hidden wine bottles," Ayumi continued, swirling the dark broth, "I just put it in an inconspicuous bottle that will not get checked." She blew on her spoon before tasting, nodding her head at the taste.
"Get me some Saki then."
"No."
"Why not?" Miya whined.
"Because of what happened last time I let you get me drunk," Ayumi said sternly. "No more on campus."
"On campus? So what if I invite you out to a party at the end of the month outside of campus?" Itsuki asked, strolling into the kitchen and walking over to the steaming pots of deliciousness. Ayumi walked over to a vegetable blancher and opened it, checking on some sliced carrots and mushrooms.
"Well then, it depends," Ayumi mused, prodding the vegetables. Soft but still firm - perfect. "Where, when, and why?"
The sweaty male, who wanted to taste the soup but was swatted away, gave the girls a smug grin. "You know Kaminari?"
"The good-looking class clown from Class 3-A?" Miya perked, instantly looking away from her screen. "You mean the unattainable guy I have a fucking -"
"Crush on, yeah yeah - anyways," Itsuki pushed on, he and Ayumi used to hearing the silverette talk about Kaminari for two years straight without making a move. It was too late now. "We were exercising together-"
"Wow, where are your muscles?" Ayumi teased.
"Fuck off - and he's throwing a party for his sister's birthday. Parents out of town on business trip, on a Saturday night, and he's inviting anyone in year 3 and certain people from year 2. He told me to extend an invite to you both," he added with a wink. The tan girl blushed and bit her bottom lip, a sadness in her eyes that quickly passed over.
Then looked to Ayumi with puppy eyes. Ayumi was currently unwrapping the thin-sliced beef, but felt the stares of her two best friends on her shoulders.
It was up to her, as it always was. For some reason, the two trouble makers just had to toss these decision on her shoulders.
"Well, I am not so sure..."
"You need a break from the campus. Have some fun," Itsuki offered.
"Yeah, but cooking is all I need..."
Miya scoffed. "You need to play 7 minutes in heaven with a hot guy and get the fuck over Monoma. Get drunk, forget about him and have fun with us so you can finally sleep again and not worry about Bent-Up-Back, small-ass-dick, Monoma bitch."
That was blunt.
And while she was right, it stung.
Ayumi wanted to move on instantly. She really did. But unlike her friends, she had formed a personal bond with Monoma that when it broke over a 'physical connection', it was excruciatingly painful. If it wasn't for the fact she had too much pride, Ayumi would have been crying to sleep instead of just staying up too late on her phone or computer.
It wasn't going to happen overnight or in a week, but soon enough Monoma would stop having such an effect on her. So that incidents like lunch would not be so painful to go through, even if it was just him upset with her talking to other guys and wanted to talk about that.
Ayumi didn't answer right away. She drew her shoulders up as she began to season the beef.
"Fine." But before Itsuki could shake his fist in victory, Ayumi added: "but I am owed three packs of wagyu beef."
Itsuki froze. Then shouted under his breath.
"Fuck!"
Notes:
Wagyu beef is expensive af. Srs.
But seriously, what does a 3rd year Bakugo looks like if
A: they win the war
or
B: the war doesn't happen?I have so many ideas lol.
Chapter Text
It was now Thursday, and Ayumi was exhausted. She really wasn't sleeping well, but she wouldn't admit it, seeing as a few cups of coffee helped her survive the day.
It was evening already. She wasted the afternoon doing nothing but watching some random dessert show and decided she needed fresh air. So she tossed on a black hoodie and gray shorts and snuck out the backdoor without anyone noticing.
Headphones playing music at a low volume over her ears, Ayumi began to walk around the stone path that weaved through the dorm buildings, making her way to the picnic field in the heart.
The sun was setting, casting a purple glow over the area. Coming to the green field, seeing no one out - weird - Ayumi walked over to where the forest started, sitting on the bench before it. She spread her legs out and leaned back, stuffing her hands in her hoodie pockets and closing her eyes.
With a sigh Ayumi willed her mind to go blank.
She was tired of the constant thoughts streaming through her brain. Her heart wasn't able to handle it all without an outlet. Her outlet was cooking - but she can't cook constantly.
Can't cook when Monoma stares her down from across the hall. When he tries to get her attention or talk to her privately. Then the questions everyone was bombarding her with.
'What happened to you?'
''Did he cheat?'
'Is he abusive?'
'I knew he wasn't a good guy!'
It was grating on her nerves. Why did everyone care? It has nothing to do with them, yet they are all up in her business. It was fucking annoying.
Ayumi groaned, realizing she was inadvertently thinking about it all.
Rolling her neck, Ayumi liked the way the air wafted over her skin. Soothing.
Her song ended. There was a beat of silence. And she heard a footstep, very close. She opened her eyes and looked without moving, body tensing, seeing -
Bakugo? The angry blonde Mina hangs out with, the one who Itsuki claims could bench press three of Ayumi.
His scarlet eyes were honed in on her. A shiver erupted down her spine as Ayumi found herself unable to look away. The same eyes from that brief moment during orientation.
He stopped at the end of the bench, five feet from Ayumi. A slow song began playing in her ears.
Why was he staring so intently at her? Why was she staring back?
She swallowed thickly, seeing a muscle in his jaw tick. She opened her mouth, about to speak, but the man beat her to it.
"You really don't fucking know, do you?" His voice was deep, gruff. So different from Monoma's 'proper' tone.
The first thing Bakugo Katsuki says to Ayumi is a question. Technically, it was 'what', but this is a whole sentence.
But that question... Ayumi has no idea what it means. Did she miss something in the times she zoned out in the same area as Mina or something? She slid her headphones down.
Ayumi's brows furrowed and her lips frowned in confusion. "Know what?" Her voice was a bit sore, after not speaking for almost two hours straight. She cleared her throat and added: "I don't think we've actually talked before."
Bakugo tched and leaned his head back, sneering down at her. That annoyed Ayumi. She never talked to the dude before but he's acting as if he has a grudge with her. "What? Is there something on my face? Stop sneering at me."
Scoffing, Bakugo took a step forward. Ayumi sized him up. He was a solid head taller than her, wider than her, thicker than her, obviously- he could probably throw her a good twenty feet without trouble. And even with his... more aggressive demeanor, Ayumi didn't feel scared.
He is in the Hero Course after all.
...
Yeah, maybe she should be slightly worried.
"I'll fucking sneer at whoever I want, Dollface." Ayumi's eyes widened at his casual use of that nickname.
"Dollface? Why are you calling me that?" She exclaimed, taken by surprise. Dollface was a term of endearment between two people - and she had no clue who this dude was to her.
Rolling his eyes, Bakugo mocked her. "You want to be called Shortstack? Stars? Fucking Granite? Or some shit like Pop' or Crackhe-"
"Fine fine, whatever," Ayumi sighed, exasperated, crossing her arms. "What is it I'm supposed to know?"
Bakugo's sneer widened, lips curling up more. "Do you seriously not fucking recognize me, dumbass?" He bent towards her. Ayumi hoped the random blush was from the cold wind.
"Why the fuck would I-" she paused, as the wind shifted, blowing towards her from Bakugo's direction. Her eyes widened as she unconsciously sniffed.
Scenting smoked, burnt sugar. That smell that first calmed her down.
Her heart froze. Then began hammering away. Her eyes widening even more as realization settled into her bones, her jaw slightly agape.
That scent in the cafeteria wasn't a fluke. It was...
"You!?" Ayumi exploded, shocked. And her body was suddenly unable to move as that emotion coursed through her.
That random stranger - with the intoxicatingly calm scent and heartbeat - was Bakugo!? The one who let her cry into his chest for who knows how long and didn't chase after her when she ran - was Bakugo!?
...
What the fuck!?
She looked him over.
...
How the fuck!?
Seemingly satisfied that she finally knew it was him, Bakugo straightened and put on a smug grin. Then began walking away.
At first, rooted to her seat on the bench, all Ayumi could do was watch his broad back as he took steps away. She didn't know what to do with this information.
But... what was he going to do with it? What was he going to say to Monoma, someone he most likely hated, according to her friends.
That one thought made Ayumi stand up. Made her jog after the taller man and grab his bicep, trying to turn him around.
Key word: trying. Because he was too heavy for a simple turn and too strong for her smaller body. But at her failed tug, Bakugo stopped and looked down at her with a cocked brow.
"W-why tell me right now?" Ayumi asked with a pant. She wasn't sure why she was panting - or why she was able to grab his bicep without any painful tingle in her palm.
Her fingers flexed.
"Why wait a week to let me know? Do you need something from me? Did I not apologize like I thought - hmph!" She exhaled in surprise as a finger flicked her forehead softly.
It happened too fast for her to see, but instead of pain it was a light tingle that erupted from it. Effectively shutting her mouth down. Bakugo once again sneered.
"I was just fucking tired of being the only one knowing you decided to make me your fucking snot-rag. Your dumbass didn't figure it out fast enough. Happy?"
Ayumi's brain was too confused to clearly understand. She couldn't get over the fact Bakugo didn't push her away then. She didn't fully understand how shitty an answer it was right then.
"You don't want to know why I cried...?"
Bakugo sighed, annoyed. But didn't answer.
He yanked away. Ayumi held only confusion across her features. "Wait - huh?" She muttered. "B-but why didn't you push me away? Or shout at me, or force a better apology from me?" The questions burst from her throat.
Bakugo paused. He wouldn't admit his heart raced as he looked up at the evening sky.
'I don't know why' is what he should have said. What he did say, however, was: "I said I was fucking tired. Sit your ass back down on the bench, Stars, and let me go."
He walked away without hesitation that time, but paused, almost out of range for her to hear. He shouted, never once looking back at her. "Don't cry over his bitch-ass!"
Ayumi just gaped with a frown and scrunched brows, glaring at his back. He knew why she cried, didn't he. Yet he's acting like... this!
"Asshole," she growled at him, knowing he couldn't hear her.
That whole conversation was fucking random. The last thing she expected was to be told by Bakugo fucking Katsuki that he was her stranger and to not cry over Monoma.
Like, is that even possible, from what Ayumi knew about the large man?
No.
She turned on her heel, yanked her headphones on, and started pacing in circles. One main thought swirled around her brain, prominent among the muddled smaller ones.
What did I fucking get myself into?
••••••••••
Bakugo walked into the kitchen, unaware of Kirishima or Kaminari, eating at the island together. The former had his red-hair down to his shoulders, hiding the two, round piercings in his ears, his taller and thicker body clad in shorts and a loose shirt. Kaminari, whose hair was cut to just below his ears, held multiple piercings - on his ears, eyebrows, one in his nose and over the corner of his lip - and was animatedly talking about his experience earlier in the day.
But went quiet when he spotted Bakugo and the intense frown on his face. "Bro, what are you doing back so early? You just left?" Kaminari asked, spooning leftover curry into his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up."
Kirishima sighed and watched his friend almost rip the door to the fridge off of it's hinges as he reached for cold water. "You know you still have to pay a damage fine?"
"The door is fucking fine," Bakugo growled, popping the lid off before gulping down the soothing water. Hoping his body would calm down.
He was starting his nightly run, when he saw Ayumi sitting on the bench. She stood out, in someway, and Bakugo found his legs going in the wrong direction. Then after whatever the fuck he said, it made him feel more awkward to go into the forest and just walked back to his dorm.
Still not sure what he was doing with Ayumi. Or why he even bothered talking to her.
Kirishima and Kaminari shared a look. They both nodded, before Kaminari relaxed against the back of his chair. "Soooo," he drawled, "is there a girl-"
"There is no fucking girl you dumbass Corn-Chip! I told you to shut the fuck up."
Kirishima covered his mouth to hold in a laugh. Kaminari sucked in a breath and pressed his lips together to stifle his. Bakugo growled before storming away. The second he was gone, Kirishima uncovered his lips.
"There is totally a girl." He smirked, bending in a bit as he whispered. "I bet it's the one who cried on him."
Kaminari gasped, leaning onto the table with his elbows propped, hands on his cheeks. "Did he find out who she was!? I want to know who had the balls to cry on Angry Hedgehog!"
"So do I."
Both men jumped as a female voice came out of nowhere. Their eyes flew to see Jiro, smirking, arms crossed. Her hair grew longer, but she still kept the same style cut.
"H-hey babe, did you eat?" Kaminari stuttered, trying to change the topic. Kirishima sighed, knowing it was too late.
"Yeah, I did." She stalked into the room, her walk a predator, hunting for information. Her plum eyes landed on Kirishima as she smiled sweetly, placing her elbow on Kaminari's wide shoulder, resting her hip against his chair. "So, Kiri, what's this about a girl and Bakugo?"
Kirishima, although a pale blush crossed his cheeks and was a terrible liar, well, lied.
"I don't know, Ji," the redhead shrugged, sounding an octave different. "This is the first I'm hearing of it."
Jiro's smile widened. Kaminari looked away, playing with his food. Kirishima tapped his foot away at the speed of light. Her head cocked to the side, hair sliding, eyes narrowing.
"Mhmm. I see. Maybe I can just get Mina to ask you - after I tell her about the obvious cr-"
"N-no!" Kirishima stuttered, waving his hands. "I'll tell you - hey, Ji, come on, that isn't fair!" He almost whined and Kaminari had no problems chuckling as the short woman began giggling.
Breathing out as she calmed down from her light tease, one of her ear jacks floated and pointed at the red man. "So, what's the story?"
Kirishima shook his head and put his hands up. "I can't say! It isn't manly of me to break Katsuki's confidence!"
Sighing and knowing she would never beat Kirishima when he says 'manly', Jiro turned to the dark-blonde. "Have anything to say, honey?" She said in a falsely sweet voice.
Kaminari tightened his lips and shook his head. Jiro cocked a brow and smirked.
"I guess no kisses for you tonight." And she began walking away. Kaminari gasped.
"Babe - no, wait! I need a kiss!" Kaminari whined, fumbling from his seat to chase after her. Kirishima shook his head and chuckled, placing his spoon in the bowl.
He enjoyed watching the relationship dynamic between Jiro and Kaminari. The two started dating the middle of second year and became official after summer break, when Kaminari took her to her favorite band's concert and asked her out. The softness in which Jiro held for Kaminari and the way they looked at each other was beautiful.
Kirishima was focused on his career, focused on making sure he can be a Hero. But, at times, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in a relationship. Sure, he feels as if splitting his attention between his new and soon-to-be Hero duties and a committed relationship would prove to be difficult.
Could he make it work? At some point, for sure, but not right now. Bakugo feels the same, about putting his future first before love - that's why the two generally avoid becoming interested in others. Of course, their emotions aren't turned off, but it just means they are avoiding dating right now.
Sighing out and shaking his head, Kirishima snapped out of his thoughts and look towards the doorway, hearing feminine laughter. And in come Uraraka, Mina and Hagakure, laughing about something together.
His gaze snagged on Mina, taking in the vibrant emotions she always displayed, remembering how sober she seemed two days ago when they went shopping. She wore one of the shirts he picked out - a black one, down to her mid-stomach, with ACID in green bubble-font across it.
Kirishima looked away as he felt his ears pinken.
He is not looking for a relationship. Especially with someone who is a friend - and only a friend.
Kirishima's shoulders drooped at the thought.
Notes:
Should I stick with the Bakugo or change it to Katsuki?
Also why is he so fucking awkward like please, I swear, it’s canon in my head that he can never confront someone about something in a clear and sensible way. Just gonna yell his ass off and walk away leaving that other person confused as fuck.
Chapter 5: Family 1
Summary:
I didn't check for spelling. took me a while, working on other projects and life got busy. Life -sigh-
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The phone on the nightstand blared. Sun peaked through closed blinds, barely illuminating the room. On the bed was a swarm of blankets - that began to move on the third ring. A groan sounded out from beneath the blankets as they shifted and slid to reveal -
Ayumi, her hair a wild mess, eyes barely open, lips in a pouty frown from being woken up. As she reached for her phone, crawling over to the side, she noted the time - 7 am on a Saturday morning.
Way too fucking early.
Practically slamming the answer button, Ayumi laid her cheek on the pillow and put the phone on speaker, still unsure who was bothering her day where she can be depressed and not go in public.
"What the fuck do you want?" She groaned, eyes blinking shut.
"Oh, then I guess I'll just hang up if you want to talk to me like that-"
"Ren!" Ayumi popped up, seeing her brother's name on her screen. A smile began to show on her lips. "Morning."
"You're still sleep." A statement, which came from how dry Ayumi's voice sounded.
She sighed and rubbed her hands over her eyes and cheeks, sitting up fully, not liking the cold air after being enveloped in warmth. "It's Saturday and I had a long week. Of course I was sleep."
"I thought you were a go getter?"
"It's fucking 7 am dude."
"And? So what?"
Rolling her eyes, Ayuni forged on. "So what do you want? Yokohama boring now or something? Finally fucking calling."
"Not my problem I have a social life."
"I have a social life.
"Pff - yeah, consisting of Miyasu, Itsuki, and that dumbass Monoma -"
"No, just Miya and Itsu," Ayumi cut in, feeling her heart clench. The line went quiet for a few seconds as Ren took in that information. Ayumi glowered down at the phone as she could tell her brother was struggling to find a negative in the situation.
"...you dumped his ass, right?" He sounded hopeful.
"Nope." And Ayumi crushed his hopes.
"Shit," he grumbled, more to himself. He sighed out. "Put on exercise clothes and pack a change of normal clothes. I'm coming to pick you up in twenty minutes."
Ayumi's face fell. "Wait, what? Twenty minutes? You're in Musutafu- Ren? Ren!? Asshole!" She shouted at her phone as the line went dead. Rubbing another hand doen her face, she rolled back to place her feet on the floor, searching blindly for slippers.
Taking her hand down, she muttered to herself. "I can do twenty minutes. If he has no damn coffee, though, I'll kick his ass - ah, what the fuck, man," Ayumi groaned, catching her appearance in the mirror.
And hoped that it wouldn't take twenty minutes alone to deal with the nest of a hairstyle she currently held.
••••••••••
"What kind of shit hairstyling skills do you have? It wasn't that bad a month ago!" Ren exclaimed when Ayumi took her cap off inside his car. She flipped him off.
"You didn't give me enough time to get ready," she grumbled, clicking on the seatbelt. She was clad in black sport shorts and a green tank top, a gym bag slung to the floor of the car, her hair rumpled into a ponytail: better than when she woke up, at least.
Ren scoffed, pulling away from the curb and back onto the street. "That's a whole week of not-brushing your hair."
"Yeah, yeah, like I said, I've had a long week." Ayumi hoped he wouldn't push it as she crossed her arms and put a fake frown on her lips. Well, not so fake, seeing as she was still upset how early it was for a Saturday morning.
"Here's the coffee I knew you'd need. I do not need my balls stapled to the hood of my car," Ren spoke in light sarcasm as he pulled a cup full of cold coffee - with the frosted whipped cream and caramel drizzle on top. Ayumi's eyes brightened.
"Thank you!" She squealed, eagerly grabbing the drink and sniffing it gently. The aroma of the espresso and coffee bean hit her nose, paired with the sweetness of the caramel, the hazel syrup, the cream all whipped to perfection. Ayumi wasted no time in placing the straw to her lips.
"See, this is what you should do with your younger sister. Coffee, mall, getting nails done - not going to a gym at 7:30 am on a Saturday fucking morning," Ayumi said, albeit sounding content.
"That's because you need to hit something - and you clearly don't have the motivation to go anywhere on your own."
Ayumi shrugged. "All my motivation dissipated completely on Thursday." When Bakugo talked to her. He had ignored her since. Ayumi let that be.
Ren fell silent, and Ayumi left him to his thoughts while her own began to circle. Her plush lips enclosed over the straw, and at the first taste of the cold liquid her body visibly relaxed.
She wondered when it was coming - the questioning about all that had happened. And she knew Ren was glad that Monoma was gone, even if her emotional distress would hurt him. But Ayumi also wondered - did their parents know he was in town? She doubted it, seeing as he decided to spend time with her instead.
That always made Ayumi's heart warm. That her brother chose her over their parents.
"Yum..." Ren trailed off as they came to a red light. Ayumi's gaze turned to her brother, searching.
His lips were in a taught line, his normally calm emerald eyes hardened with worry and a hint at the brotherly anger she has only seen enacted once - the thought of which sent a shiver down her spine. The muscle in his jaw was tight, and his hand fisted the steering wheel.
"... did he cheat?"
Ayumi shook her head as the car began moving. "I don't think so. He said he wanted to end things... before he cheated."
That answer did not calm Ren down enough for his muscles to unclench, for the anger to dissipate. "Why'd the dick end things with you? Does he not know how great you are? Did he string you along, knowing that he's not worth your love -"
"If I give you the reason, you won't... go 'talk to him', right?" Ayumi interrupted calmly, eyes now focused down on the coffee between her hands. Her heart was beating at a faster pace than normal, nerves on end as she awaited his answer.
Ren tensed, adjusting in his seat as he turned a corner. His eyes narrowed on the street, grinding his teeth. "As long as he didn't touch you wrong, I won't beat his ass." Ayumi breathed out slowly. Ren was true to his word, no matter how angry he got.
"Well..." Ayumi trailed off, looking out the window as buildings and people passed by. Her ears picked up no sound outside - which she considered a gift. "He didn't receive enough physical attention."
This time, he scoffed incredulously. "The bitch couldn't handle not being able to hold hands all the damn time-"
"Not that type of physical attention, Ren." A heartbeat passed. Ren's eyes went wide. The car came an abrupt stop, Ayumi fumbling to make sure she didn't drop her coffee, cars blaring at them from behind.
She began to curse at Ren for his idiotic driving behavior, but was cut off from sharp words that escaped her older brother's mouth. "He wanted you to fuck him more? Like he's entitled to your body and your own decisions?"
Ayumi flinched. She wanted to refute the words. Say how most couples in the same age group as her and Monoma had sex more often. Shit, people had sex starting at 13, in some cases. That Monoma just wanted to be even closer to her than anyone else was.
But the words didn't come from her mouth. The words of feeble, useless protection stayed trapped in her throat. Where she knew they belonged, but still burned anyways.
Ren cursed and threw the clutch back into drive, ignoring the ranting of honking horns as he once again turned the corner before pulling into a parking lot - they arrived at the gym.
Leaning back in his seat, Ren brushed a hand through his disheveled locks - the same ebony black as Ayumi's. He and Ayumi had the same hair color, eye shape, nose and lip shape - but her eyes and paler skin tone came from their father, and his own eyes and tone came from their mother. Though most people would identify them as siblings right away.
Especially when they were angry at the same time. The anger the Isaki siblings was a harsh type, seeing as the two didn't feel the emotion unless in heavy situations. But the iciness that filled their eyes and the harsh set to their features always gave it away.
So when Ayumi looked to see her brother seething with that cold anger, she reached out a hand and grabbed his that was still on the stick, rubbing a circle with her thumb. His body relaxed slightly.
Neither of them were much for physical contact. But Ayumi always felt safe with Ren near her, and so she did her best to offer him some condolence.
A shaky, pissed chuckle left his mouth. "I should be the one hugging you," he grasped, still struggling with that primal urge to go to UA and absolutely destroy the fucker who thought his little sister's body was an object he wasn't using enough.
"You can do that after you stop looking like a homicidal freak, okay?" Ayumi teased to lightened the mood. It worked, and Ren rolled his eyes, before taking his hand and laying over her head, ruffling it softly.
"Ready to beat the shit out of a punching bag?"
She placed the half-empty coffee straw to her lips and nodded. "Just give me two minutes."
••••••••••
Bakugo frowned heavily, not sure what to do as he looked across the cafe, chowing on some fries a bit too early in the morning. Kirishima sat across from him, finishing a burger with a content smile.
There sat Ayumi, with that male from the gym. He didn't mean to see her, at the gym. He and Kirishima were on their way out after an early workout when he glanced over his shoulder and saw her hair swinging as she ran on a treadmill.
For some odd reason, Bakugo almost tripped over his feet, seeing Ayumi smile up at that man. Then he stormed out and went to the nearest cafe with good food before he and Kirishima had to deal with his parents.
Then the two walked in, wearing clean clothes, Ayumi in a green exercise hoodie and black shorts that accentuated her hair and slender but curvy body - not important. But they walked in and sat across the cafe from Bakugo and he's done his best to ignore them.
It wasn't working.
"Who're you staring at?" Kirishima suddenly asked, causing Bakugo to rip his eyes away from the ebony-haired woman who held a warm smile, glaring at his food. While he might be a bit thick at times, Kirishima did pick up on his surroundings after Hero-training for more than two-years. And Bakugo made it obvious that something caught his eye.
"No one," Bakugo grumbled. That didn't stop Kirishima from looking over his shoulder and scanning.
"I don't see anyone - oh, is that Isaki? I should say hi to her!" Kirishima instantly brightened. Bakugo cursed under his breath. "Who's that? It looks like her brother. Anyways," he drawled looking back at his angry friend, "why're you staring so hard?"
He panicked inside for an answer, not sure why. Shit, Bakugo didn't know why he was staring so much. She was just another random girl who just cried on him but then put a tough face on for the whole world -
"Staring at who? A crybaby? I don't know what you're talking about, Shitty Hair," Bakugo growled, hating himself for his dumbass response. And the way Kirishima's eyes brightened and his mouth gaped, Bakugo knew he just gave away the identity.
Kirishima whipped his head real quick to look over at Ayumi's table then back to Bakugo, the dredges of his hamburger falling out of his hand as his body and jaw went slack. "H-her?" Kirishima asked incredulously. He waved his loose hand back and forth. "Isaki was the girl who sobbed on you?!" Kirishima' voice begin to rise.
Cursing, Bakugo smacked his friend on his head. "Shut your damn mouth! Don't be so fucking loud!" He whisper-shouted.
Not bothering to rub his head, Kirishima leaned in and also began whisper-shouting. "Was she crying over the breakup with Monoma? I heard from Mina that Uraraka and Tsu told her that Ayumi has not cried in years - do you really think just breaking up broke her heart? Or was it the reason why he broke up with her?"
Bakugo frowned. "I don't fucking know. She didn't fucking spill her life story or some shit."
What Bakugo didn't admit was that he wanted to know. And that pissed him off.
Kirishima sighed and leaned back in his chair. Crossing his arms, he stole one last glance over at the table before nodding.
"Katsuki, I believe I agree with Mina-"
"-you always agree with her pink-ass-"
"- and we should try to be friends with her."
Bakugo went utterly still.
"I've talked to her a bit over the past few days and she's a pretty cool person. She and Mina are getting closer, and Mina think's we'll be good friends, so I think it'll work."
Bakugo didn't deign a response. Not as Kirishima's phone rang with that silly song Mina put as her ringtone and he instantly picked up.
Friends with Ayumi? Why? She isn't in the Hero Course so why should he bother? She's probably weak and shit-
"Mina is inviting us to a party in a month, via Denki."
"I'm not fucking going," Bakugo said, knowing full well he was going to be forced to go.
And, once more, he stole a glance at Ayumi - whose smile seemed incredibly bright as she looked down at her phone.
Bakugo almost burnt the plate.
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Notes:
Ren's full name is Renkyu - just an FYI
Anyone ever watch Hyouka? Well the pic is a fanart of the MC (Oreki) and the pic is what the brother looks like in my head but with black hair and 6'0 tall with more muscle, so... he is hot af too
Credits to Original Artist
And he's a fave in my heart honestly.
Chapter Text
Ayumi walked into her classroom, a slim rectangular box hanging by her side, the handle in her grip. She wasn't sure what was inside - all she knew was that Ms. Asiaku said the Class Rep. needed to go to the teacher's lounge and get a box with the class number on it.
"Oooh, what's in there?" Kendara giggled, wiggling her blue brows as Ayumi went to place the box down on the speaking stand.
"Probably a death warrant," Ayumi deadpanned. Ms. Asiaku tried to scowl but ended up smiling, rushing over to her proper position.
Her pink-painted lips pulled into a mischievous grin. "The Rep. needs to hold onto the box, alright? Just stand to the side."
Ayumi shrugged and went to stand on the side of Ms. Asiaku, feeling a bit suspicious. Something big was about to happen, as Ayumi saw every Class Rep. - except for the Business Course - grab a box.
It was Monday, the next week, and Ayumi looked much better. The circles were still there, but her eyes were bright and her skin wasn't as swallow anymore. Plus, her hair was brushed out in silky waves to her elbow.
Spending the weekend with her brother after not seeing him for a month was refreshing. After their talk in the car, and a little more that afternoon, most of the time was spent just having fun with him. Going to the gym and punching out her frustration helped Ayumi a lot.
It also provided a great relief to Ren, when she told him that she ended up crying in the end.
Ayumi hadn't cried since that one incident 2 years earlier at 16 when she woke up to find her virginity gone, and before that when she was 12 and broke her forearm, wrist and collarbone due to a villain attack.
But those were stories for another time.
"Everyone, listen up!" Asiaku shouted, gaining her students attention. "Our principal is going to tell us something extremely important via the hologram projector in.... crap, ten seconds! So shut up!"
Yeah, Asiaku had a vibrant personality, being only 26 years old. She was very enjoyable and relatable to her students at time. She was still considered a rookie teacher, this being her second year at UA.
As soon as Asiaku finished her freak out, the class quieted and the projector began whirling quietly from the ceiling. The blue light shone down and Asiaku scrambled out the way as a holographic Nezu filler the air in which she stood.
Ayumi watched in amusement as her homeroom cleared her throat and tucked a strand of pine hair behind her ear, straightening her shoulders. She also straightened as Nezu began speaking, catching Miya's eyes.
Nezu's tail faded through her body.
Ayumi choked in her laugh, Miya biting her lip to hold back giggles. Ayumi quickly looked away.
"Hello UA students!" Nezu's voice rang out, as if he was standing right next to Ayumi. She shuffled a foot away and gave him her attention. "I have an announcement to make to all grades and courses - excluding the Business Course!"
Ayumi frowned. The last major announcement was a school-wide test of the Support Items created by Support Course...
That didn't end well.
"It is...!" Drumroll sounded and the hologram turned in circles, a light shining on Nezu from somewhere.
He opened his arms and pronounced:
"A school-wide competition!"
Tensing, Ayumi held back her curse. Her fellow classmates murmured, looking at each other.
"Now," Nezu continued, after giving enough time for the shock to wear off, "Business Course is not competing since they each receive the second place prize during third year to start their own businesses or something of the like." Money? There was money involved?
Now that grabbed Ayumi's attention.
"So let's get into what competition this is!"
Nezu's image turned smaller as a powerpoint picture appeared next to him. The words said:
"The New UA Program!"
She sucked in a sharp breath. A new program?
"After 55 years of being a school, we have yet to add any additional programs to attract more students. And, after much collaboration among the faculty, we couldn't come to a decision!" As Nezu spoke, the slides moved to corroborate his words.
"So, we decided to leave it up to our students!"
A slide with confetti explosions appeared. Ayumi was drawn in.
"The competition is like follows:
"Each student, from any grade, outside of Business Course, will be paired from a student in another class, regardless of year as it was completely randomized. I repeat- you will not be paired with your classmate."
The tiny smile dropped from Ayumi's lips.
"The names of your partners are in the box your Class Representative holds."
Ayumi looked down at the rectangular box. It looked menacing now.
"There is a card with a paper attached. The card holds, in the left corner, the name of the student in said class. The rest of the information will be of the partner - a picture of the student, name, course and class, as well as the student email.
"The paper holds information for the competition that you can look at later. There are three rounds: two preliminaries and the final round. I'll explain the first round:
"Each pair will have two weeks to draft a proposal. It must include the program name, whether a new building will be required or not, the estimated cost at a face value - that is cost for a new building, new equipment for the program, and for new faculty for 40 new students - overall prices listed on the paper.
"You will submit the proposal to tour homeroom teachers and out of 160 pairs, only half will be approved for the next round."
The powerpoint disappeared. Nezu clapped his hands. "Now that's it! Please, meet your partners today and get talking! Good luck UA students!
"Go Beyond! Plus Ultra!"
With that, the hologram bleeped away and the normal lighting resumed. And all eyes fell on Ayumi and the gray box. Which hissed before the slates started sliding away, revealing a stack of cards.
"Alright Isaki! Pass them out!" Asiaku clapped her hands. "Everyone stay in their seats!"
Grabbing the first card, Ayumi began to walk around her class, handing out the partner information. Some people were confused, some disappointment, the minority happy. Was this really random? Who would she get? Ayumi just hoped that it was not a certain someone.
"Ashido!?" Itsuki blurted when he got his card, brown eyes going wide. "I don't know if I should be happy or not."
"She's a great person," Ayumi shrugged. Itsuki sighed but began looking over the information.
"Gimme gimme gimme!" Miya clamored as Ayumi walked in her direction. Ayumi glanced at her friend's partner and smirked, handing out the card.
"You got a good one," she commented. Miya snagged the card, eyes widening with happiness as a smile pulled her lips.
"Kirishima! Oh yes bitches!" Miya cheered, punching the air. Itsuki rolled his eyes at her actions, and Ayumi frowned looking down at the stack.
Her name should be next, but it skips straight to N last names. Maybe hers is later in the pile? Only way to tell is to pass them all out...
Does this mean that UA is nervous about her pairing if they messed up the order of the cards? No way...
Right?
Kendara let out a groan. "I got the douchebag of class 2-C." Miya stuck her tongue at her and cherished her card.
"Maybe he'll finally make you fun," Benji, an orange haired male with tiger features, teased. He earned a finger from Kendara.
"Okay, that's everyone..." Ayumi muttered under her breath, scanning her classmates. There was one last card her fingers played with - that must be hers. Looking down at the corner, she saw her name.
Full of apprehension, Ayumi picked up the card and paper without revealing the picture of her partner. She bit her bottom lip, hoping and praying that her partner isn't Monoma or anyone who may cause her stress. Which could be any of 3 separate people.
Slowly, as Ayumi let out a breath, her fingers moved to reveal the name. Her eyebrows flew up, body tensing, disbelief filling her features.
"Oh-"
••••••••••
"-fuck," Ayumi repeated for the umpteenth time as she carried her little bento box down the aisle of the cafeteria.
Miya elbowed her. "Don't freeze up! It'll be fine," she tried calming Ayumi's nerves, who glared and flicked her gaze briefly to her friend's. Miya winked. "I mean, he shouldn't think about you if he isn't the one you cried on, right?"
At that, Ayumi stopped her glare and the retort she was about to say. Breathing out, she slid a hand through her hair, pulling it back from her face, and looked forwards. "Shit!" She whisper-shouted, seeing the ash-blonde male move towards her, scarlet eyes hones.
"Ooh, he's coming! Wow ,he is big," Miya observed. "Hopefully all that BDE he gives off isn't fake."
"BDE?"
"Big Dick Energy?" Miya sounded as if that was super obvious.
Ayumi groaned lightly. "Why does that matter?"
Miya gave her a little smirk and wiggled her brows suggestively. Bakugo was almost in hearing range. "You never know what might happen during a little 'get together', all alone in a dorm room, tempting bodies-"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Ayumi cut her friend of with a snort and a nudge away. "I'll see you in class," she said, ending that conversation. Miya gave her a blow kiss and waved.
"See ya sweets!"
Sighing, Ayumi muttered 'stay strong' to herself before turning to look at the approaching Bakugo-
"Shit," she whispered harshly to herself, eyes going wide as her neck craned back to look up at the tall man, stopping just a few inches away - damn he was tall-
Or was she just short?
She sucked in a breath and that warming scent of burnt caramel filled her. Ayumi opened her mouth to say something randomly as Bakugo's scarlet eyes stared heavily upon hers, but he spoke faster.
"I didn't mean to freak you out or some shit, so let's get that out the way. Don't look at me as if I'm 'bout to punt your head across the fucking room."
Ayumi stared up at Bakugo with wide eyes, who seemed to be speaking from the heart. Then she let out this weird, surprised chortle then began giggling as she used her free hand to cover her face, embarrassed.
His face turned confused momentarily before he sneered at her. "What's so fucking funny Stars? Stop fucking laughing!"
Sucking in breaths to calm down, Ayumi waved her face and cleared her throat. Struggling to keep her laugh contained was difficult. "I just didn't expect you to apologize out of nowhere."
Bakugo scoffed and crossed his muscled arms, rolling his eyes. "I didn't apologize."
"I'm pretty sure that was an apology."
"Don't be a dumbass."
"I'm not."
"Hmph."
"Hah..." Ayumi trailed off with a smile and a gaze that raked over the frame of Bakugo, making him almost squirm under the intensity, "...you are not what I expected."
A smug smirk crossed his lips. "That's a good thing, right?"
Ayumi didn't let herself falter under the fire that seemed to emanate from those scarlet red eyes, placing her free hand on her jutted-out hip, doing her best to forget that she was craning her neck because he was standing too close. She copied his smirk and quirked brow, cocking her head and letting her silky hair glide over her shoulders. Ayumi would be damned if she let someone intimidate her.
"Why don't we take a seat. I don't feel like skipping lunch." As she spoke, she nodded over to the empty table coincidently right next to them. Bakugo's eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed.
He dropped his arms. "Tch." And then he sat down a bit rough. Ayumi wasn't surprised at that, but was internally confused as to why the male hasn't shouted yet.
Maybe he is finally aware of how nosy UA students are?
Sitting down smoothly, she placed her red bento box on the table with a satisfying clack before unpacking it. Bakugo, slouched in his chair, man spreading his legs and almost touching Ayumi's, frowning as he slung an arm over the chair next to him and watched her.
It was annoying to him, somehow, that she was not paying much attention to him. Just unpacking her box that somehow still held hot food - steamed buns and a red sauce (it seemed).
Humming in contentment, Ayumi thanked herself for her meal before grabbing two buns, handing one to Bakugo. Smiling, she said, "I'm sure you'd like this, so here."
Ignoring his frown, Ayumi sniffed happily, the scent of the buns almost heavenly. She felt her mouth water, while Bakugo complained. "We're supposed to be talking about the fucking project - why you tryna feed me?"
Her smile dropped. "Yah, just take the damn bun and stop complaining," and Ayumi stuffed the bun into his hand, forcing Bakugo to take it. He just sat there, stunned with how forceful Ayumi was.
For some reason, Ayumi had to stifle a grin, seeing the ends of Bakugo's lips twitch momentarily.
"Anyways," Ayumi continued, dipping her bun before biting into it. Her eyes fluttered and she sighed happily, then her phone was placed on the table. "Let's exchange numbers. It's easier to talk that way, right? Damn, this is delicious. Eat." It was an order. Bakugo didn't know what to say.
Suspiciously, he dipped his bun then smelled it. Ayumi chewed and analyzed how he smelled the bun before eating it. And when he finally ate, his scarlet eyes widened and locked on hers. Ayumi forced herself not to laugh so she wouldn't choke.
"You made this?" He sounded doubtful.
"Yes."
"No fucking way."
"I can cook."
"Not like this."
"Obviously I can, since you are eating it right now." Bakugo dropped it and grabbed another from her stack. Ayumi smiled smugly, proud that another person was falling in love with her food.
She clacked on her phone with her polished blue nails - courtesy of Ren's money - and slid a blank contact page over to Bakugo, whose mouth was stuffed with her buns.
Rolling his eyes, he took her phone and began to fill out his information. Swallowing, Ayumi continued talking. She was amused at how much easier it was now compared to Thursday. She also wondered what caused him to speak... better?
"So, I have a shit ton of ideas all under the same category. But, I don't want to talk about them here in case someone overhears us, you know?" Bakugo grunted, still eating, handing her phone back.
He put his name as 'Number 1!!'. Ayumi changed it to 'Poofy Q-Tip' and held a secret grin when she put her phone down.
"Plus, I don't trust working in my dorm's common room or spaces, other than my own room because my classmates are eavesdroppers."
Bakugo snorted, smirking. "Fuck - same here. So we do our shit outside of UA campus?" He picked up what she was putting down. Ayumi nodded.
"I know some nice cafes, maybe the public library, even each other's houses. Just depends on what is best, right?" Bakugo gave a nod that wouldn't be noticeable to most, but Ayumi's eyes caught it.
"I'll drive us," he grumbled, hesitating before nabbing another bun.
And for some reason, an immense feeling of deja vu hit her.
Here she was, Isaki Ayumi, probably the weakest 3rd year student to grace UA's halls - yet also the one able to put people into their places - having a civil conversation with the infamous hot-head who could kill her in a few seconds... after Ayumi was freaking out on how she found out he was the one she sobbed on.
Someone who should be killing her ears with his shouting and be disagreeing is being... agreeable. What is going on here?
Realizing that she was staring to long and Bakugo was giving her a smug look, Ayumi cleared her throat and continued. "Tomorrow, after class. I have work to do tonight."
"What time?"
"I end at 2 pm."
"Same. Be ready."
Too agreeable. Ayumi's eyes turned suspicious. She looked over the curve of his lips, the sharpness of his jaw, the eyes full of indecipherable intensity. Why was he so fucking hot - nice right now?
"What?" Bakugo asked a bit harshly, noticing her suspicion. Ayumi decided to be upfront.
"Why are you being so acceptable? No shouting or ignoring-slash-brushing my words off and being... pleasant!" She exclaimed, motioning to his lax posture with her hands. Bakugo huffed and adjusted his position, fixing that gaze with a lazy brow on her, as if he was the one in control here.
Why was her body heating up at that thought?
"I'm going to be dealing with your ass for a while and now your my partner. You're mine and I ain't gonna kick you to the curb."
Ayumi blinked. And blinked some more, reeling her thoughts together.
Well then.... this certainly isn't the same person from year 1. Huh.
"Okay..." still feeling a bit... warped?, Ayumi covered the last of her buns, not noticing how that made Bakugo's expression sour. She breathed in deeply and out softly.
"I'll text you my contact info..." again trailing off, Ayumi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She set her shoulders back and put a smile on her face, trying not to also feel smacked by the visuals of the man before her.
Sliding out of her chair, Ayumi fixed her hair with a subtle flick and grabbed her bento. Her smile gleamed down at Bakugo who once again felt stunned and stuck in his chair, looking up at the shorter woman.
"See you later, Q-tip."
With that she turned around, hair elegantly flying to settle smoothly on her back. And as she felt the eyes burning onto her back, she couldn't help but add a little more movement to the sway of her hips.
This year was certainly going to be interesting.
Notes:
So, to simplify shit:
UA wants a new program, so threw it to the students to decide. Every student, except those in business course, can participate in teams (randomly assigned) to get the program. There are 3 rounds, and round 1 half of the teams will be eliminated. And, as it happens, Ayumi and Bakugo are a team.
lol.
Chapter Text
'See you later, Q-tip'
With that one thought, Bakugo laid a hit so hard onto the punching bag that the sound reverberated throughout the space, rocking his body. He left his fist there, dropping his other to rest at his side.
Sweat laced his skin, body gleaming under the lights of the gym. His chest moved with his panting breaths, eyes closing as his jaw locked with less annoyance then when he started punching away.
Bakugo didn't know what exactly it was that made him punch the figurative shit out of a punching bag the next day. All he knew was that it was related to Ayumi.
Was it how she called him a Q-tip, or the little smirk she shot him with those plump lips and flipped her hair as she walked off with that sway to her hips? Maybe the way she seemed comfortable with him until he said he was going to treat her like a good partner.
It could be how fucking delicious those buns were. Or how he didn't feel any urge to yell when talking with her.
He blew out a breath, dropping both hands and rolling his neck. It didn't matter what it was, none of those reasons were enough to get him to hurt his hands through the wrap. Bakugo needed to get his mind straight before this afternoon—
"Girl problems?" Bakugo's eyes popped open to see a smirking Kaminari sliding behind the punching bag.
He rolled his eyes. "Fuck off, Pikachu."
Kaminari smiled instead, showing off his lip ring. "Don't be shy, bro! It'll happen to anyone, even if one don't like girls."
"Fix your fucking grammar. Doesn't." Bakugo began unwrapping his gists and walking over to where he kept his phone, a water bottle, and a towel.
"Oooh! Grammar correcting! You totally have a girl problem."
Bakugo paused and turned to glare at his shorter friend. A deathly dark sneer crossed his lips and he pointed a dangerous finger at Kaminari. "If you don't shut your damn mouth I will force feed you grenades and pour oil on your ass, ignite it and watch you explode-"
Bakugo's phone began ringing, just as he was going to finish his threat. Kaminari sighed in relief for the interruption. Cursing, Bakugo snatched his towel and began wiping sweat from his forehead as he saw the name across his screen.
'Stars'
He has never answered a phone so quickly. He flipped Kaminari off as the guy giggled at Bakugo's reaction.
"What?" Bakugo cursed himself internally - the word didn't come out as harsh as he wanted.
A breathy chuckle on the other side of the screen made goose bumps alight on his skin. Bakugo's brows furrowed. "You really are grumpy all the time. Anyways," Ayumi continued on before Bakugo could argue, "I have a request."
Bakugo glared down at his bottled water, foot tapping, other hand clenching the towel tightly. Bakugo does not do favors for random people. He rarely does favors for those he knows. Even if Ayumi is his new partner, he shouldn't care. He really shouldn't.
"What is it?"
Fuck.
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Bakugo tapped his foot fast as he rested against his bike, checking his watch too often. It was 2 pm already, and he was clad in a leather jacket and jeans, sitting on his motorcycle he got a few months back. He was in the student parking-lot, waiting for his new partner.
And he was pissed with himself.
He agreed to Ayumi's request way too easily. Even went to Yaoyorozu to have her make a helmet for him, which he currently gripped tightly. All to ride her to her house on a bike no one but he was allowed on.
Kaminari might be right for once in his dumbass life.
"Q-tip!" Her voice sent a shock through Bakugo's body. His eyes snapped up to see the shorter female running towards him, wearing a black sweater and skinny jeans. Bakugo could only watch as her silky hair bounced with each step, the light in her silver eyes, the flush to her skin from the cold of the day.
As Ayumi got closer, he could make out the words on her sweater. "Forgive and Forget" was crossed over in a red line. Underneath was "Fuck that and Fuck You".
Bakugo had to stop his smirk and put on a frown. "Stop calling me that, ShortStuff," he grumbled as Ayumi came to a stop before him. She shrugged and looked over his bike with interest.
"I didn't peg you for someone who rides bikes," Ayumi said lightly, catching her breath. Bakugo had to force his eyes away from her pink lips and down to the helmet within his palms.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He roughly handed her the helmet and she took it. "Why the fuck do you need me to take you to your damn house. Don't you have friends?" Bakugo complained even though he didn't feel like complaining.
Ayumi cocked a brow and aimed the opening of the helmet to the top of her head. "I made plans with you, right? So we can just do it over at my house. I'll cook and all that shit." She popped the helmet on with ease and popped the lens, spearing Bakugo with her gaze.
"Nervous about meeting a girls parents on the first date?" She teased and Bakugo scoffed.
"This ain't a fucking date."
"Yeah, yeah, it's just a one-night stand -"
"Get on the fucking bike and shut your damn mouth."
"I've been told my mouth is pretty good at a lot of things, so maybe I shouldn't shut it?"
Bakugo ignored the way his heart rate sped up and settled in the drivers seat on his motorcycle. "Listen DollFace - unless you want me to strap you to the wheel, sit your ass down and stop with the fucking jokes."
Ayumi giggled and Bakugo refused to let the melody dig into his skin. She slid on behind him. "I didn't think you gave up so easily, Bakugo. Maybe your partners weren't satisfied at the end-"
Bakugo turned the engine on at that and started the bike abruptly before pausing, causing Ayumi to yelp and grip onto him extremely tight. He had to - just had to - ignore the softness of her breasts pushing against his back or the way his body tensed with the feels of her arms around his waist, or the blood rushing down to give him a tent-
"My partners can't walk by the time I'm done. Wonder what that'd mean for that mouth of yours, huh?" He revved the engine. Ayumi's hands gripped the shirt over his lower abdomen even tighter, pulling closer to him.
"Yeah, yeah, asshole."
"You started this shit. Now shut up and hold on." And Bakugo pulled away from the parking lot.
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She had helmet hair, which Bakugo annoyingly pointed out. Her legs were also wobbly and her heart was having a hard time calming down.
Ayumi had never ridden on a bike before. It was fast, scary, but she felt safe with her hold on Bakugo. Who annoyingly won their little spat.
The only reason Ayumi started that little conversation was due to her being in a good mood after seeing Miya's clothes rip apart in her room that morning when she freaked out over a popular boy band. Making fun of her friends was fun.
Trying to even her hair out some more, Ayumi walked down the walk-path to her house, Bakugo following. Bakugo found the house with ease, and became silent when she got off. Ayumi ignored it and confidently walked to her house.
It was a good size, five bedrooms, two levels and had a nice interior design. It helps that her dad was a rich-ass doctor and her mom translated for some important people. At the large double doors, Ayumi pressed in the key-code and popped it open.
"Welcome to the Isaki Home - ahhh! Melon, Berry, Blue!!" Ayumi started shrieking in excitement, dropping to the floor as three dogs ran towards her, barking.
Bakugo froze in the doorway, bewilderment on his face as he looked down at the raven-haired woman, now rolling on the floor with three dogs. Three Shiba Inus. One melon colored, one raspberry colored, and one blue colored.
The dogs jumped onto Ayumi and she played with them. Keeping his eyes on the... extremely happy girl and dogs, Bakugo toed his shoes off and shut the door behind him.
Blue - the blueberry one - came over to smell him. Bakugo had no issues with dogs, so he didn't curse at Blue as she sniffed at him and walked around him. Soon, the other two followed before they sat in a row and looked up at him with puppy eyes.
"They like you," Ayumi spoke up, breathless. She watched the scene with a soft smile and bright eyes, stealing the breath from Bakugo's lungs. But he recovered quickly.
"Of course they do - I'm the fucking best," he mumbled, bending down to rub the top of their heads. Their tails wagged happily.
"They're triplets," Ayumi continued, sitting up and taking her shoes off. Her chest felt light seeing how Bakugo interacted with her dogs.
Monoma hated dogs. That was a red flag she should have listened to.
Clearing her throat, she stood up. "How the fuck are they triplets? What kind of fucking parents did they have?"
"Oh, not triplets from same mom or shit, but they are all the same age," Ayumi clarified and scooped up Berry as Blue and Melon stuck to Bakugo's side. "If they get attached to you, I'd have to bring you home more often," she noted.
Bakugo rolled his eyes but stopped petting the dogs and stood up straight. Looking over Ayumi's head, he froze, body tensing as he saw a person in the hallway, leaning against the entrance to another room.
But, as he took in the visage of the woman, he relaxed. There was a heavy resemblance between Ayumi and that woman - her mom.
Isaki Keira. 41 years old, a language translator for some powerful people.
A tough woman.
"Who is this?" The cold voice of a woman of power cut through the atmosphere. The dogs fell silent and all stared at her. Ayumi froze momentarily before putting on a lip smile that didn't reach her eyes and turned to look at her.
"Hey mom. How's your day going?" Ayumi asked, seeing her mom's green eyes sharply analyze Bakugo's frame. He stuffed his hands in his jeans and forced a relaxed look.
"I thought I told you not to... bring home... any boys you fuck." Ayumi's eyes narrowed as her mom spoke slowly. She never speaks like that - unless...
"One, he and I are not fucking -"
"Too bad. He looks... better than that boyfriend of yours."
"Two, Monoma and I are not together anymore."
Keira's eyes sharpened before turning hazy again. "... good. He's an... ass."
Ayumi put Berry down and the trio of dogs ran away, paws clacking against the floor. "Are you drunk?"
Keira snorted and walked away into another room without answering. With her figure gone, Ayumi let out a big breath and stole a look at Bakugo, not able to read anything going on in his mind.
"Just wait until I get her to bed. The soundproofing doesn't work in open spaces."
Not explaining, Ayumi followed her mother's path into the room for appearances - nice sofa's and lounge chairs, a bookcase and fireplace, a little minibar.
Her mom was now standing at the bar, downing a glass of amber liquid, the bottle next to her almost empty. Seeing that, a surge of irritation hit Ayumi but she held it down. Before getting annoyed, she should help her mom to bed. Keira and alcohol does not mix well.
"Mom, put the glass down. Time for bed," she said, walking over to her mom and taking the glass and setting it down. Keira didn't fight back, eyes going off in the distance. She took her mom's shoulders, covered in a soft black fabric, and her mom let Ayumi lead her away.
The two women said nothing as Ayumi led Keira up the stairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom. Ayumi closed the door behind her and sat her mother on the bed, who still hasn't bothered to look at her.
Going to the bathroom, thoughts ran through Ayumi's head. Sure, having her mom drunk when she knew that Ayumi was coming over was irritating, but more so than that Ayumi was worried. Whatever it was, Keira only drank after a really bad week. And never before 5 pm. So what happened?
Coming out with a wet face cloth, her mother was still in one spot. Ayumi sat on the bed next to her and wiped the makeup from her mother's face and her neck and behind her ears. "Mom, what happened?" Ayumi asked softly. Keira sighed and rolled her neck back, staring up at the ceiling.
"He's really hot... the guy downstairs."
Ayumi sighed. She put the towel in the laundry basket. "Where's dad? Doesn't he have Tuesdays off?"
"... he got called in." Keira spoke tensely, eyes hardening momentarily. Ayumi eyed every flicker of emotion on her mother's face, but even drunk, Keira revealed nothing. Frowning, Ayumi grabbed a set of pajamas from the dresser in the closet and came back out.
Keira was now staring down at her hands, a slight tremble to her body. After watching for a second, Ayumi snapped out of it and walked over. "Here, let me help you change -"
"No." Keira said, stern and harsh. Ayumi took no offense but gripped the silk clothes tight before relaxing. "I'll do it."
"Okay mom," she spoke softly, setting the clothes down on the bed. She kissed the top of her mom's head and pulled back, wondering if her mom would look at her at all today.
No. She rarely does nowadays.
"Rest well."
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That's what I vision the mom to look like. She also hot af 🤷♀️ Ayumi's face shape, lip shape, nose shape, hair color - eyes and skin is different.
Notes:
tbh I like sex jokes.
Idek why I just do. I might not lol all the time, but I am always laughing inside.
Chapter 8: Planning 1
Summary:
Everything is decided on for Bakugo and Ayumi.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi came back downstairs to find Bakugo sitting at the kitchen island, a glass of water in his hands, the triplet dogs sitting on the floor behind him, staring up at him. When she walked in, Bakugo's scarlet eyes pinned on her. There were a thousand questions hidden inside, but Ayumi just brushed them off and walked to the sink to wash her hands.
"I'm going to make a hearty soup, alright?" Ayumi spoke, trying her best to sound fine. Bakugo didn't respond, not as she pulled out a pot and popped open the fridge.
That was worse than him saying something. He had nothing to say? Like she believed that.
"Just say it," Ayumi grounded out, taking necessary ingredients out of the fridge.
"How many guys do you fuck?"
She paused mid-walk, hands full of food, turning to stare with wide eyes at the male sitting at her kitchen island. His brow was quirked and his countenance gave off the vibe that he was truly curious.
Ayumi couldn't help herself and she began giggling. "So interested in my sex life, Q-tip?"
"Your mom seemed pretty damn concerned about you bringing guys home," he growled back. Ayumi set her vegetables down and walked over the dry goods.
"Well, I've fucked three guys in my lifetime. My mom has only met Monoma."
"The shit-dick."
"The one and only poisonous dickwad."
Bakugo snorted in a way of laughter as Ayumi returned to the island with potatoes and onions, ginger as well. But a silence returned in the wake and Ayumi felt she needed to say something as she got out a peeler and knife.
"My mom isn't normally like this. She... just had a bad day, so don't judge her. Got that?" Ayumi tried to sound imposing but it was difficult seeing as Bakugo towered over her in size, even sitting.
"Yeah, I got it Stars."
Ayumi breathed out. Then she remembered what her original plans were for today.
"Okay! So, while I cook, let's talk ideas!" Ayumi declared as she began peeling potatoes.
Bakugo pointed at the pile of vegetables. "Let me help and we'll talk."
Ayumi glared. "You? Help? Without destroying my kitchen?" She sounded incredulous. Bakugo took offense.
Sneering, he stood up abruptly. The three dogs adjusted their positions to watch. "I can fucking cook! And all I'll help you do is cut the fucking veggies, so don't act as if you got a ball up your ass!"
Ayumi gasped, mind completely forgetting about her mother as her focused turned all to the hot-headed male who seemed to be a bit bipolar around her. "A ball up my ass? My asshole ain't that fucking big, Q-tip."
He rolled his eyes. "You don't need to take my words so fucking literal, Shortstuff." He shirked his jacket off, leaving it on the stool.
Shrugging, Ayumi grabbed a potato and resumed peeling. "Where's the fun in that?" And then she shot Bakugo a concerned look. "Do you have short term memory or something? You keep rotating between nicknames."
He stopped at the sink, starting to wash your hands. "I can call you whatever the hell I want." He shook the water off his hands and dried them. "Now I either peel or cut. Pick one."
"... you sure you won't send the knife flying?"
"Fuck off and give me the damn knife, asshole."
"What happened to DollFace?"
"I will kill your ass."
"First a ball now death? Why do you - fine, fine you can cut!" Ayumi gave in at the look he gave her.
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Ayumi was pleasantly surprised by the near-perfect chopping skills Bakugo had. Ayumi would drop a potato into a bowl of water - that Bakugo got out - and he would take it and cut it into the perfect sizes for a soup before dumping it into another bowl.
The celery was cleaned in advance, so that went faster with the two of them cutting.
And the conversation was coming out easily. At first, Ayumi was nervous to tell Bakugo what her idea for a new program would be, but at their banter her nerves calmed and it came out easily.
"So, what do you think?" She asked as she began sautéing the vegetables in a medium-sized pot. Bakugo had moved back to his spot after he finished helping her prep, the dogs at his feet.
He tapped the countertop, thinking in silence as Ayumi held her breath, not facing him. The longer he took, the more nervous she got, gripping tightly onto the wooden spoon.
What she proposed was once a dream of hers. It involves her most passionate hobby, if it can be called that. Even before the competition was announced, she has always wished that a school such as UA held this type of program.
Now, this was her one chance to help future generations, people like her. The thought thrilled her.
But Ayumi had a partner. This was not a decision she could make on her own-
"I like it."
"I thought you'd- what the fuck?" Ayumi whirled around so fast, the wooden spoon flicking a celery piece to the ground. Melon was the first of the three dogs to lick it up.
Bakugo cocked a brow. "What?"
"You... like it?" Ayumi said, bewildered he readily agreed with her.
Bakugo tched, moving to rest his chin in the palm of his hand, staring Ayumi down. "I really fucking like cooking, and Japan is running out of good chefs. And you seem to be head-over-heels in love with it, so why not?"
Ayumi stared up with wide eyes, brain slowly coming to terms with the fact that-
Bakugo Katsuki easily agreed.
She slowly turned back around to her pot, staring blankly as she pushed the cooking vegetables around.
To Ayumi, this was going way smoother than it should be. Considering that she was nervous as fuck to be partnered with Bakugou, he is not acting like his history says he should.
That's a good thing, right? That Bakugou is being agreeable?
...Now your my partner. You're mine and I ain't gonna kick you to the curb.
He's keeping his word, so far. Ayumi needs to tell Miya and Itsuki and see how shocked they would be.
Shaking her head, Ayumi snapped out of her thoughts and cleared her throat. "Thank you, Bakugo," she said softly.
He grunted, but didn't say anything else. Ayumi squared her shoulders, relaxing once again. "So, now we have to make a proposal." She nodded her head then reached her hand out, hearing him stand up and move to get some more water.
"But for now, pass the consomme," Ayumi beckoned. Bakugo tsked.
"I thought you didn't want me fucking cooking, Shortstuff," he pointed out as he placed the container of consomme in her palm. Ayumi shot him a quick look and a smile as she took it.
"You seem to have some skills, so I'll be nicer." Then she shrugged, turning on the hot water filter. "Plus, I wanna eat soon, and it'll go faster with two people." She pointed at the fridge. "Get the meat out. Second shelf in fridge."
"Don't fucking order me around," he growled, but Ayumi heard his feet move towards the fridge.
She smirked. "Don't think of it as an order. Just helping out your partner who is being nice and not kicking you out."
Bakugou snorted, opening the fridge. Ayumi could practically feel his gaze as he looked her over. "You too fucking short to do shit to me, DollFace."
Ayumi turned a glare to Bakugou. "Do not fucking make fun of my height, Q-tip. I ain't scared of you."
That was a threat, Ayumi surmised, considering she held her spoon as if it was a knife.
All it did was make Bakugou smirk down at her. "What a Tiny-ass Kitten gon' do to me?"
Forgetting her initial happiness with the man over his agreeing to her plans, Ayumi let the annoyance swarm her. And, for the first time in years, Ayumi initiated a fight.
Well, as close at could get to a fight with her.
And she threw the wooden spoon at Bakugou.
His smile was a bit too nice to look at despite the threats hiding beneath.
Notes:
So I have a policy for this fanfic on how I publish so I don’t fall behind many months - it forces me to write if I want to publish a chapter.
However, when life gets sucky, the policy sucks ass.
Sorry for the late update.Hope you enjoyed
Chapter 9: Planning 2
Summary:
I thought I published this chapter 2 days ago 💀
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
"What are you working on?" Miya asks, entering Ayumi's room without knocking. Though the woman wasn't surprised, too focused on her math to scold her friend.
She didn't look up as she answered, pen tapping against her lower lip. "The proposal."
Ayumi sat at her desk, one leg brought up to have her foot on the chair seat, elbow resting on the propped knee. Her black locks were tied up in one of the messiest buns she has ever created. But, with her tank-top straps threatening to fall off her shoulders and very loose and small shorts on, Ayumi wasn't worrying about how she looked while locked away in her room.
Miya sighed egregiously. "I can't believe you already have a plan!" She whined, falling onto Ayumi's bed - the only messy spot in the entire room. Everything else was spotless and organized - then the bed was a swarm of blankets and pillows. "Did Bakugo force a topic on you or be a major asshole?" She muffled through a pillow.
Rolling her eyes, Ayumi finished some calculations and wrote it down. "I picked the topic, thank you very much." A hint of a smile touched her plump lips. "And he isn't being an asshole to me."
Instead, he's been too pliable. After easily agreeing to Ayumi's ideas, she made a list of all the forms of equipments that would be needed, as well as the majority of produce (vegetables, meats, and other main ingredients). And Bakugo split the work evenly, as to which calculations will be done.
That was yesterday. Today was Thursday, and she and Bakugo will meet up on Saturday to put the proposal together and turn it in. Things were working smoothly, and Ayumi no longer had any reservations about him or how they would work together.
Although Ayumi was still curious as to why he hasn't brought up the whole crying shit, or ask why she cried so strongly over Monoma. She knows that he has to be curious, but the fact that he is holding himself back is something else.
Miya let out a large snort, interrupting Ayumi's thought. She hid her smile to put on a scowl, dropping her legs to the ground, turning to look at Miya. "Why are you here in the first place?"
The tall girl rolled onto her side, doing the french pose from the Titanic as she put a coy smile on her lips. "Why is your bed still a mess? It's usually clean."
Ayumi shrugged. "I am not expecting company any time soon."
"Not even the company of a tall, hot and angry blonde male-
"Miya-
"-who is somehow not an asshole to you-"
"-we're partners!"
"- and might be interested in more than just working on the competition while the two of you are alone?"
At the end of Miya's very long question, Ayumi frowned as she crossed her arms, facing Miya. Miya was smiling, though it was more of a smirk, propping an arm on her hip.
"I am not looking for someone to fuck or date right now," Ayumi said strongly. She won't admit it, even if she puts on a tough face around Monoma. Miya and Itsu might be fooled by it, as she still hasn't cried in front of them for over two years, so in their minds, Ayumi might not he so broken of Monoma.
But she was. Her heart still hurt every time thoughts spilled to him.
He meant a lot to Ayumi, and when he ended it like that... Ayumi tried acting tough. But Bakugo saw that day how she really feels on the inside.
Shrugging off the pang of heartbreak that hit her, Ayumi continued on. "Plus, he told me that we are partners. We work together. That's it - working together to win a competition."
Miya cocked a brow. "Even with all those senses of yours, you can't read minds. You don't know how high his level of attraction to you is."
Ayumi groaned, dropping her pencil onto her desk and jumping out of her chair. "Get out of here!" She shooed at Miya, going to grab her best friends tanned ankle, trying to pull her out of the bed. "Let me work in peace! Stop trying to mess with me!"
Just giggling and rolling away from Ayumi's grip, Miya got herself in the corner of the bed, against the wall. Ayumi huffed, placing both hands on her hips in a disappointed pose. Miya drew a blanket up.
A beat of silence passed.
"I have a new romance show. Wanna watch?" Miya asked.
Ayumi gave her a deadpanned look. "Really?"
"Yep."
Another beat of silence. Then Ayumi asked, "Will you keep messing with me about Bakugo?"
"Not really-"
"Miyasu," Ayumi warned.
"BUT!" Miya cut in, "but, I will try my best to keep my wise mouth shut."
The two friends got into a stare down, gray versus green, coy versus suspicious. In the end, Miya was the one with a grand smile as Ayumi sighed in defeat, fixing the straps of her top.
"Fine," Ayumi conceded, taking her hair down to fix up. The majority of the locks were out of the bun anyways. "Two hours max - then I am taking my ass to sleep."
"Yes, yes, my queen!" Miya replied dramatically. Ayumi hit the lights as Miya grabbed the remote off of the nightstand, Ayumi jumping in the bed and getting cozy in her swarm of blankets.
Miya giggled. "You're like a prairie dog - except, your ground hole is a bunch of blankets and pillows."
"At least i'm cute," Ayumi grumbled, only her face now exposed. "Hurry up and put the show on. What's it called?"
Netflix was opened on the TV across from Ayumi's bed. Miya smiled coyly. "Bridgerton."
"What the fuck, I actually wanted to watch that!" Ayumi exclaimed, a bit more excited than she was previously.
"And that, sweets, is why we're best friends."
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Bakugo dried his hair harshly with a towel, another one hooked low on his hips as he exited the shower stall in the boys locker room. He was tired from a long day of hero training, and knowing he had some work to do for the competition once he got back to the dorms.
Then, the info dump from Aizawa at the end of training gave him a fucking headache about what to do.
"The fact that we all qualified to go on this mission is fucking awesome!" Kirishima exclaimed to whoever was left in the locker room, wearing only boxers. Bakugo rolled his eyes, going to his locker in silence.
He was tired. Other than working and training for hours on end, he was up since 5 this morning because of a dream he had about his partner last night. And the night after visiting her house for the first time. It unnerved him, the way he dreamt about Ayumi, the way the innuendo jokes messed with him. And Bakugo sure as shit was not going to dwell on it.
Fucking hormones. That's all. He hasn't had sex in a while, and suddenly being in close vicinity with a woman as sexy - what the fuck Bakugo? Stop thinking about this shit!
"Man, Kiri - you got a hot ass partner, though. She's friends with Isaki -"
Bakugo fucked up. By slamming his locker door wide open, the noise clanging about the locker room.
The second Ayumi's last name filled the air, after whatever path the conversation went on, Bakugo's body tensed up and he remembered what he was trying to forget. The way her body felt, pressed against his back as she gripped for dear life on his speeding motorcycle -
Cursing, Bakugo threw his hair towel into the basket next to him with full force.
He felt eyes fall on him, his shoulders tensing.
A talkative silence resounded, and Bakugo knew he was about to get grilled on his reaction to Ayumi's name.
"What is Bakugo's problem" Todoroki asked, and it took all of Bakugo's effort to not throw something at the guy's face.
Kaminari and Kirishima sighed. "Girl problems."
"Shut the fuck up asswipes!" Bakugo shouted over his shoulder, throwing on his boxers and dumping his towel into the basket once again.
"See?" Kaminari said.
"G-girl problems? Kaacchan?" Midoriya stammered, goosebumps on his skin. "Is that even possible."
Kirishima nodded, pulling up his pants. "It is when it comes to someone named Is-" Kirishima got speared in the head with a shoe - one of Bakugo's. Kirishima was fine though, his Quirk already on.
He was used to objects being thrown at him when he teased Bakugo.
Bakugo, again realizing he fucked up, quickly recovered. "I don't have fucking girl problems, dumbasses. I'm just tired as shit," he growled, catching his shoe that Kirishima tossed back. He ignored the looks the other guys were giving him, and each other, going back to getting dressed.
While the Condiments (AKA Sero, Kaminari and Kirishima - coined by Bakugo) looked amused, Todoroki looked deep in thought and Midoriya looked confused, silently rambling to better understand the situation.
Bakugo with a girl problem? That seemed impossible to Midoriya. For many reasons, not just the fact that Bakugo seemed to be interested in no human being in any form of romance at all.
But a girl problem? Just... how? Who?
"But what are you gonna do if you guys pass the first round?" Sero asked, addressing Midoriya, Kirishima and Bakugo. They were the only ones, in the locker room, whose partners were not in the Hero Course.
"Something, stop asking fucking questions," Bakugo grumbled, halfway dressed now.
"I think I might ask Hatsume to go with me, seeing as she'll also be helpful to the Agency," Midoriya muttered.
Kirishima shrugged. "I don't know where I'm going yet, so I'll see."
Bakugo frowned. He didn't know what to do with Ayumi. Earlier today, class 3A was informed by Aizawa that in 2 weeks, the students would be stationed throughout Japan, working for the heroes they did the work study at.
However, this time, it'll last 3 months straight. And they will get paid.
But, because of the school competition, Aizawa added some information onto that. Anyone who passes into the second round can bring their competition partner with them - under two conditions. 1 - they are stationed outside of Musutafu. 2 - if it is beneficial to the team and the program idea they are going with.
It'll be harder to do the work while in separate cities, considering how the 2nd round seems to be more field work than getting numbers estimated. But if Bakugo is stationed in Tokyo - since he'll be working with Endeavor - then he may need to bring Ayumi along.
But who the fuck knows if she wants to go. Maybe she doesn't, and she'll shoulder most of the competition work - and that irks Bakugo. Or maybe she will come, but then how will the room arrangements go? He doubts they can share a hotel room - or they can, but he'll just be high strung and struggling to keep his less than appropriate thoughts to himself.
And who knows if it'll even benefit them if they work in Tokyo. So many fucking 'who knows', that it gives Bakugo a headache. He would worry about it later, when they passed into the 2nd round.
For now, he needs to leave this room full of shitty friends before he makes another mistake and outs himself.
"Oh - Iobani, my partner, dropped off some meat buns that Isaki made," Kirishima's words once again reached Bakugo's ears. Bakugo fought through his tense body, tying his shoes.
Meat buns made by Ayumi... fuck, he needed some. That was the best bun he's ever fucking tasted. Part of the reason why he agreed so readily to her idea of making a cooking program.
"So if you guys want any, I'll pass it out at dinner. They are fucking amazing!"
"No shit," Bakugo grumbled under his breath, grabbing his bag and closing his locker. The locker room once again turned to look at him.
"Hmm..." Kaminari and Sero hummed in unison and Bakugo tched. "So you know how her food tastes like already, huh?" Kaminari asked slyly. Bakugo leveled a glare at him.
He threw a finger up at Kaminari. "I'm her fucking partner and she loves to fucking cook. Of course I know how her food tastes."
"But you agree it tastes good? The food your partner makes?" Sero asked, as if that was such an important question. And the way he enhanced partner annoyed Bakugo even more. Too bad his shoes were on his feet already.
Rolling his eyes, Bakugo responded, "If you can't tell that the food Sta- Isaki - my partner - makes is the shit, then you deserve to die."
And with that, Bakugo began to storm off, hearing Todoroki murmur 'well, if Bakugo likes it then it must be good'.
But all he could do was repeat a mantra to himself.
She's just my partner.
Notes:
Well finals are done. I have two and a half weeks off so ima have fun and do shit like-
Sleep.
I need sleep.
Chapter Text
Groaning, Ayumi sat at a table in the library, head down and hair spilling across her computer keyboard. The screen showed a sheets document, rows filled with numbers. She just finished her part of the Cooking proposal, getting all her numbers finalized.
It was currently 12 something am, Friday night, and instead of spending it in her dorm room, Ayumi was in the library. Luckily, there was no curfew Friday or Saturday nights, and the library stayed open - that meant Ayumi didn't have to worry about staying out too late and getting grilled by classmates as she ran tiredly back to the dorm.
Once again groaning, Ayumi couldn't find the energy to raise her head again. There was more to her stress, one being that Monoma kept trying to talk to her but Ayumi just... couldn't handle it. Not right now. It may have been a month since the breakup, but Ayumi really did love him.
She had exposed herself, her weaknesses and the only stain on her life, to him. He did the same. The moments they shared were intimate and broke down their walls. But because of a physical relationship, something Ayumi was getting better with, he decided to end their relationship just like that?
Her friends, Miyasu and Itsuki, don't truly understand. Ren will never, seeing as he's always thinking in the 'overprotective big-brother' mode. But Miya and Itsuki never saw the Monoma that Ayumi saw, so of course it was easy to trash him. They tried to get Ayumi to join them, but it was hard.
Her heart may have been broken, but she still couldn't find it within herself to outright drag down Monoma. Only when she was joking with Bakugo.
Blowing out a breath, Ayumi forced all the thoughts to clear her head. There were other issues to worry about. Like making sure the proposal was finished tomorrow, and deciding on whether or not to finish this semester on her own.
Ms. Asiaku informed them that, if they qualify, they can receive all the assignments for the semester and finish it on their own - minus the exams. The qualifications included moving into part two of the competition, having a Hero partner going out of city for their internships, and having a GPA of 3.0 or higher.
More shit to think over. Ayumi was too tired to think it over. She wanted to be in her bed, in her swarm of blankets as she continued to nurse her heart. But here she was, in the library, dead tired and finding no energy to pick her head up.
Another groan left her lips, and Ayumi was about to fuck it all and fall asleep right here, until she heard footsteps heading towards her. Who the fuck was here this late-
"Why the fuck are you here, Dollface?"
At the sound of Bakugo's deep voice, shivers rolled down her spine, a tingling settling in her lower stomach, causing her to close her thighs.
Ayumi didn't like that reaction. That was not a reaction she should be having towards a voice, especially that of her partner.
Instead of replying, Ayumi let out some unintelligible noise. Bakugo tsked, but instead of him scolding her and walking away, she felt strands of her hair move, hearing her computer be shut close.
Frozen inside, Ayumi slightly raised her head to see - or confirm- what just happened. Bakugo just gently moved locks of her black hair out of the way and closed her computer. And his eyes was focused on his hand, which gently rubbed a tress of her hair between his fingers, a dark contemplative look in his eyes.
Suddenly, a heat swamped Ayumi's body, as well as a stab of shock. At the sight of Bakugo being so... gentle.
As soon as it happened, Bakugo dropped the hair and his eyes snapped to Ayumi's. She saw the mask of a sneer fall back in his face as he stood up, towering over her.
"Get your shit together, Stars. I'll walk your tired ass back to the dorms."
Slowly, Ayumi nodded, too tired and out of it to come up with a reply. She quickly packed her computer and notebook and pencil bag, slinging her leather jacket on before her satchel. The whole time, Bakugo just waited, and instead of walking ahead of her, he slowed his pace down to be by her side as they walked out of the building.
As the cold night air hit Ayumi, she sucked in a breath and woke up. "What were you doing here so late?" Ayumi reiterated the question he initially asked.
Tsking, once more, Bakugo answered. "Doing some work for the fucking proposal and class. My classmates are too fucking loud to work in dorms on a Friday night and I didn't want to be fucking bothered by the group of assnerds."
Ayumi nodded solemnly. "That is true. It's like Friday night brings out their inner energy monsters." She shivered, this time in memory of one of the pranks pulled on her on a Friday night. It involved a lot of slime and tampons - and it was done because Ayumi refused to help them prank their homeroom teacher or do a movie night one Friday.
So they did the prank on Ayumi.
Let's just say, they will never risk doing one on her again.
Ayumi yawned.
"You should've went to bed early if you're tired as shit," Bakugo grunted. A smile pulled at Ayumi's lips as she glanced up at the handsome, frowning man, highlighted by the lampposts on the walk path towards the dorms.
"Are you worrying about me, Mr. Grumps?" Ayumi teased, and Bakugo scoffed, stealing a glance back to her, eyes glinting.
"I'm just pointing out the fucking obvious," he deflected gruffly.
Chuckling Ayumi turned her eyes back to the path before her. The dorm buildings for the first years were coming into view. A few more minutes and she'll be warm inside.
"I wanted to finish my part tonight. I don't like doing things after a date I set for myself, so if I lose some hours of sleep, so be it." Taking in a deep breath, she slowly loosened her body.
She could practically feel Bakugo's stare as they walked, a silence filling the space after her words. Not a silence that begged for words to fill the air, but one that waited patiently for the two of them to say anything at all.
And as they pass the first rows of dorms, Ayumi spoke.
"Why haven't you asked me?"
Bakugo paused, tensing momentarily, before resuming pace with Ayumi. The question caught him off guard but wasn't unwarranted.
He could've acted like he didn't know what she was talking about - but that would be bullshit.
So he sneered. "Why? You want me to grill your ass about 4-Timer?" He asked in a harsh tone - but not shouty, like he usually is. Ayumi was still curious about why he rarely yells in her presence.
"You're the only one whose seen me cry over him," Ayumi shrugged. A fact she wasn't sure if she was comfortable with yet or not. "Everyone else thinks a rebound will help me, but they don't realize what kind of relationship I had with Ne- Monoma. And I can't do a rebound, and I will never do that. I can't put a false hope in someone else."
It felt like a stone rolled off her shoulders, giving more freedom to Ayumi. She said just a small part of how she really felt, not all of it, but that small part felt freeing. While she loves Miya and Itsuki, they will never understand how she truly feels. They see Ayumi as the tough, sweet girl who won't wallow over a breakup for long, whose got her life all planned out.
That was the visage Ayumi always had tried to portray.
And it was getting increasingly difficult to keep it up.
Bakugo scoffed. Loudly, almost as if it was a derisive chuckle. Ayumi paused and glared up at him, he also stopping to look down at her. They were in front of the almost in front of the grade 3 dorms, but there was no one around.
"What's so funny?" Ayumi asked a little harshly, frowning.
Bakugo turned his scarlet gaze to her, cocking a brow. "Isn't it fucking normal to cry after a 2 year or some shit relationship? So why the fuck are you holding it in around your friends, Dollface?"
Ayumi opened her mouth to explain, only to find no words to come out. Feeling her face flush, she turned her eyes to look down, hands fisting in her pockets.
"I..." She blew out a harsh breath, feeling tears prick her eyes.
I will not fucking cry with Bakugo - again.
"They never liked him. No one did, friends or family. Can't really blame them, as he is a major asshole," Ayumi snorted, brushing a hand through her hair, still refusing to look Bakugo in the eyes.
He was too intense. She felt that one more look and all her feelings would pour out in tears.
"It didn't matter what others think - I am the strong girl with the shit, so called 'Quirk', who can handle anything tossed my way. If people don't like my boyfriend, oh well, I do. If we break up, oh well, I'll be fine, because I am always fine. I always smile and show everyone I am alright. A week is all I need to be back to myself."
Ayumi hated it. The words were falling out of her lips, to this angry, impatient man, who she has only know for almost three weeks. Yet she couldn't stop it, the pressure in her heart finally snapping and pushing it all out, the tears building, her vision blurring.
"But it was almost three years - three fucking years of such a deep connection. He knows things about me that I was afraid to tell Miya and Itsuki, to report to the fucking police. I gave him e-everything, hoping for a f-future together. And that was all e-ended because of my fucking Quirk!"
By the end, Ayumi shouted it, her own words ringing in her ears painfully. She was panting, and despite her best efforts, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Neither of them said anything for a bit. Bakugo let Ayumi gather herself, scarlet eyes watching as she steadied her breathing, wiping tears away and squaring her shoulders.
After another beat of silence, he said, "That felt fucking good, didn't it?"
Ayumi looked to see a hint of a smirk/smile on his lips. She instantly chortled, bringing a hand up to her nose to stop the noise. That smirkish smile grew a bit more.
"Did you really want me to dump my feelings on you?" Ayumi asked, though he was right.
She felt so much better.
"Who else would you info-dump? A fucking garbage can?" He nodded to the path and they continued walking.
Ayumi sighed, looking up at the sky. It was a clear night, not a cloud to be seen. "You didn't answer my question."
Bakugo tsked. She looked back down - it was time for them to separate. Ayumi was a few minutes down to the left, and Bakugo was two minutes straight ahead.
"Go to bed, Stars. You fucking need it."
She put her fist up in a mock salute, hitting her heels together. "Yes, Mr. Grumps!" She responded like a soldier. He rolled his eyes but Ayumi. She dropped her hand and gave him a big smile. "Good night, Bakugo."
And before he could respond, Ayumi was off. Her mind felt empty for the first time in a while - and she was going to capitalize on it with good sleep.
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"Oh, fuck off," Ayumi grumbled as he phone rang for the second time straight. Once again, it was a Saturday morning and she was being woken up at ungodly hours. It was still dark outside, was how terrible timing this call was.
She pushed through her comfort to grab her phone, checking the called I.D. It belonged to Monoma.
The second her eyes saw the name, she sat up in a flash.
Yes, she hasn't blocked him yet. No, he hasn't called her since the breakup.
Yes, Ayumi was fucking confused on what to do.
But habit had her thumb pressing on the green answer button. And before Ayumi could even curse or realize what she did, the line connected and his voice filled the air.
"Ayumi, I need you."
Her heart seized.
What the fuck was going on.
Notes:
I got sick. All of winter break. So I decided to watch tv instead of writing - until the end
Chapter 11: Eliminations 1 *
Summary:
Very light lemon in here. Def not bad.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
"Ayumi, I need you."
Four simple words got Ayumi completely confused, rooted to the bed. She opened her mouth, only to gape like a fish.
"A-Ayumi! Call me Neito again~!"
A furrow creased her brow. Was he... drunk?
She pulled the phone back to see that it was 2 am. If he was sober, he would know that calling Ayumi at 2 am was a no-no. Ayumi hates 2 am wake-ups.
"I like her, Yum!"
"Fuck this," Ayumi sighed under her breath, her other hand rubbing her face. A bunch of curse words came to mind, but none of them were released as a female voice crossed the phone, causing her body to stiffen and a trickle of dread to start.
"Monoma, get off the damn phone and lay down!" A very familiar voice snapped, and Monoma giggled. Ayumi's head was spinning, trying to not understand what that meant.
"Okay cutie."
And the line was cut.
Ayumi stared at the now dark screen of her phone, mind reeling, thoughts blank.
She was called at 2 am by Monoma. It sounded like an emergency, freaking her out, but he is just drunk and... in bed with a girl?
That hurt. It felt as if he reached through the phone and squeezed her heart before yanking it out. And now Ayumi was awake, left to ponder all her mistakes, what she did wrong, what the other girl had that she didn't-
Nope. She will not ruin her night.
So Ayumi flopped backwards and went to her messaging app, letting out a big sigh. She texted Miya and Itsuki, checking if they were awake, restlessly waiting for a reply. When none came after five minutes, a frown hit her lips and she began thinking of who to talk to.
Ren would kill her for waking him up, and all her other 'friends' are people she would not want to talk to right now. That made the last person Ayumi could think of to be Bakugo. So as Ayumi pressed on his contact, she bit her lip in hesitation.
Ayumi has not texted Bakugo yet. They've called when needed, but never texted. Plus, she didn't know how'd he react to her texting in the middle of the night.
Would he be sleep, then get woken up and get pissed off? Or wake up in the morning and scold her for her late night behaviors. Maybe he'll be awake and curse at her for being awake or for bothering him.
Or maybe, just maybe, he'll want to talk.
Was it smart for Ayumi to want to talk to someone? No. She should have gone on Instagram or some shit. But Ayumi liked talking to someone when she couldn't sleep, and as of lately, she's been uninterested in social media.
That left talking. So Ayumi, before she could chicken out, sent a quick message to Bakugo.
All it said was: are you awake?
Blowing out a breath, Ayumi held the phone to her chest, feeling her heart beat fast. There was no reason for her heart to be beating fast. Truly. Why was it-
The phone began ringing.
Ayumi jerked the phone so she could see the screen. 'Q-Tip' was illuminated across the top, causing Ayumi's eyes to go wide and her heart to stop in her chest.
Fuck.
The last thing she thought - or didn't at all think of - was that Bakugo would call her.
Ayumi let her heart stutter back to beating before answering the phone, putting it on speaker.
"H-hello?" She gently asked, nervous as fuck for - again - no reason.
It's just a phone call. There should be no reason for her reactions. It must be the underlying sleepiness.
She cleared her throat. Maybe it was a mistake and he hung up already-
"Why're you awake, DollFace."
The deepness of the voice, the huskiness and the natural growl that came with just waking up, blindsided Ayumi. His voice rocketed through her, sending chills that pebbled her nipples and cause a tightness to grow in her low abdomen, thighs clenching together.
She put the blame on her 'Quirk'. It wasn't her fault her hearing was superb and took everything in at a higher level.
Ayumi looked down at herself as she responded. Her tight tank-top showed her body's reaction easily. She was upset at herself. But at the same time, she wasn't blind and had super hearing, so it was a natural body reaction to a straight female such as she.
"I was woken up and couldn't go back to sleep," Ayumi said blandly.
Bakugo tsked. Ayumi was better prepared and did her best to wash off the effects, even if that tightness in her breasts and abdomen increased. "So why the fuck you text me? What happened to your friends."
Ayumi felt her cheeks redden. "They didn't answer," she mumbled. "And I texted you - no one expected you to call me back, asshat."
And Bakugo chuckled. Deeply, husky, making goosebumps sprouting over her skin as her body shook from his voice alone.
This was not good.
She bit her lip, thighs clenching tight. And then nearly smacked herself for how she was reacting-
To a voice, goddamnit!
There was some rustling, as if he was getting comfortable in bed. A thought popped up too quickly in Ayumi's head for her to stop it - and all it wondered was how did Bakugo sleep. With a t-shirt and short? Maybe shirtless and boxers. Or maybe just nude.
Why was she thinking of that? They way his naked torso would look like was nowhere near a prior-
"Why don't you fucking touch yourself or some shit?" Bakugo questioned. "That'll tire you out."
With the suggestion, the deep voice, and lack of experience on Ayumi's part... well, she began to malfunction. Mouth open and closing over and over, stuttering until some words escaped her lips.
"T-touch myself? Y-you mean m-masturbation?" She laughed awkwardly. "W-why'd you bring that up? What kind of suggestion is that-"
"Everyone will do it at least once in their fucking life, it's not some foreign entity," Bakugo cut in on Ayumi's rambling. He sounded amused. Ayumi was so thankful there was a phone and distance between them - the redness of her cheeks might look like a alarm to others at this point.
Plus the tiny sound of horror mixed with embarrassment.
"Why so nervous, DollFace? Haven't you masturbated before?"
Yep, he was definitely amused. The answer was obvious, with Ayumi's silence and tense body.
Nope. She's never touched herself for pleasure. At 18 years old, it seemed damn near impossible - but Ayumi was always too scared to try. What if it did nothing to her? What if her Quirk will make it painful instead? All of those what if's caused Ayumi to never try touching herself.
No one has ever recommended it to her.
Until fucking Bakugo Katsuki.
He laughed shortly, incredulously. "Really? Damn, Stars, you're more innocent than I thought."
She frowned. "Shut up, Q-Tip," Ayumi grumbled, messing with her fingers in nervousness. "Why'd you even mention it? What's the point?"
Bakugo tsked and Ayumi was warding off as much body reaction with her annoyance and embarrassment at being exposed with her own sexual innocence. Plain sex she's had. Absolutely anything else:
She was always scared of it.
"Like I fucking said, try it. It'll make you tired afterwards."
Ayumi groaned, kicking her legs. He needs to stop talking with such a deep voice right now, especially about certain subjects. It was not good for her.
"Just - I - agh!" She gave up immediately, throwing her hands up - the phone almost falling off of the pillow. "How do I do it?" She asked in a rush, not thinking the words through.
Then a few beats of silence.
And Ayumi realized what she asked in her fumbling.
She just asked Bakugo how to get herself off.
What. The. Fuck.
Ayumi gaped like a fish, once again, struggling to find words for her defense.
"I mean-"
"Imagine something or someone that turns you on," Bakugo cut in quickly before Ayumi could fix her mistake.
"Use your fingers and start at your clit - I'm sure you know what that is," Bakugo continued, voice almost a growl as he spoke. It stunned Ayumi into silence, making her feel as if she must absorb all the words he was speaking.
"You can start there - and just teasing that bundle might be enough to get off. If not, find a spot inside you that makes you squirm. And remember, don't ever stop until you physically can't go on - until you're shaking and shit. I think you know what an orgasm feels like."
Ayumi was... there was no way denying it. She was turned on. Just because Bakugo was giving her some instructions on masturbation with a growl to his voice. It made her damp with a lust she knew for a fact she was not supposed to feel.
But she wasn't going to dwell on it. Not tonight. Tonight, she needed more rest and to keep her mind... blank.
So she cleared her tight throat and said, "thank you, Bakugo. S-see you tomorrow."
He chuckled darkly, chills making her warm. "Sleep well, Stars."
He hung up.
Ayumi stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, not thinking of anything. Then her right hand raised and she looked at her fingers.
Someone that turned her on... a few weeks ago it would've been Monoma. But tonight it was... well, it was the person who just hung up. The person whose voice made her thighs clench and nipples harden.
So, Ayumi used her fingers on the apex of her body for the first time - all while envisioning how Bakugo looked with that freshly-woken, shiver-inducing voice of his.
She followed his orders, starting at her clit - finding herself already wet. But Ayumi didn't have time to feel embarrassed about how much a voice effected her as she let her mind get lost in its imagination and...
And wondered why the fuck it took her this long to find out that the sensitivity of her body would only increase the pleasure she felt with the smallest touch. She didn't need to do much, just toying with her bundle of nerves. She imagined that voice in her ear, a shirtless and broad torso pressed against her side, encouraging her movements. It spurred Ayumi on, working faster until her breath was a pant in her lungs, her head buzzing.
Her body was starting to shake - but Ayumi didn't stop. She kept going, her toes curling, back beginning to arch, a moan building in her throat. The sensation at her apex grew, making her muscles tense, a heavy pulling sensation in her lower abdomen - all of it pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
And one though of hooded scarlet eyes combined with everything else pushed Ayumi over that edge. She let the moan rip from her throat, body shaking, unable to physically continue.
When the waves of pleasure stopped washing over her, Ayumi breathing hard and slowly relaxing her tight body.
And, like he said, Ayumi was now feeling tired. A good tired, one that would lead to a peaceful sleep.
An orgasm...
It seems Ayumi has not experienced a real orgasm before tonight.
••••••••••
"Sleep well?"
"Oh shut up," Ayumi groused, fighting the blush rising to her cheeks and struggling to look Bakugo in the eye. Or look at him at all.
When she woke up to the realization that she got hot and bothered over his voice then began to masturbate to the thought of him...
Well, Ayumi thought that was not at all the platonic relationship she was supposed to have with her partner. It unnerved her how Bakugo got under her skin that quick, just a month. Just a month, and she got herself off to him.
Though he was the one who suggested it.
Asshole.
Chuckling darkly, Bakugo slid into the booth across from her, placing his bag next to him. They met up at the cafe Ren took Ayumi too when he visited, seeing as it's a quiet vibe and the food was pretty good.
Could the food be better? Totally, but for the way it is now, it was good enough for Ayumi to eat.
Together, ignoring last night's phone calls, the two of them made sure their report was fully accurate and ready to be turned in. Ayumi snacked on fries and a milkshake while Bakugo got himself a full meal.
At the end of it, Ayumi let out a huge sigh and slumped in her seat. They just submitted their report, and now it'll take up to a week to get the results. A dream of hers that she was finally putting out in the world, and might get rejected.
Rejection of her dream scared her. She was already on the fence about what she wanted to do in life, but if this proposal gets rejected then Ayumi might... well, Ayumi might just give up what she loves most.
"Don't look so fucking stressed, Stars," Bakugo grumbled, catching her eye. Ayumi fought the blush that wanted to reach her cheeks - she's been fighting it this entire time. "Our work will get approved. Ain't no way in fucking hell it gets rejected."
Ayumi puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms, frowning. "You don't know that. You are not the one judging the proposals. Who knows what Nezu and others want."
Bakugo quirked a brow, sneering at Ayumi's words of of non-confidence. "I know because we're unique, we really got this shit down, and I'm on your team." That sheer turn into a wicked grin, and Ayumi felt a lick of heat in her center.
"And I always win what I fucking want."
Blowing out a breath, Ayumi averted her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat slightly. Dammit.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm still going to worry."
He chortled. "If you need to relax tonight, you can always st-"
"Don't fucking say it!" Ayumi warned, raising her fork in warning as she turned to glare at him with red cheeks.
That grin of his turned wolfish and amused. "Say what?"
"You know what," she grumbled, sitting up to give her some feel of confidence. Ayumi didn't want to know what he'd think if she told him about what she thought of last night.
Bakugo's grin grew wider. "I was going to say stretch, DollFace. What were you thinking?"
And Ayumi felt her cheeks bloom in heat. Muttering curse words, Bakugo chuckled in victory as Ayumi was unable to make a comeback. Luckily, her phone rang at that moment, and a smile crossed her lips as she saw Miyasu's name on the screen.
However, as she answered, she refused to put the phone by her ear.
Miyasu had the habit to scream.
"AYUMI!"
Ayumi winced as Bakugo rolled his eyes at her friends voice.
"I can hear you perfectly fine as is, please don't yell," Ayumi pleaded for her ears sake.
"Oh, sorry sweets!" Miya carried on quickly. "But we have plans for shopping today, in an hour, remember, for the party next Saturday? So I need you to drop that hot piece-of-ass, aka your partner, and get over here! I mean, I get he is a fine specimen to look at but since you ain't fucking him I take priority."
Bakugo almost burst into a laugh.
On the other hand, Ayumi groaned. Loudly. She let her face fall forward, letting her hair hide her face. Miya and her bluntness just making Ayumi more embarrassed, right after Ayumi got caught in Bakugo's words.
Damn.
"Miya, you're on speaker."
The line went silent.
Then her friend shrugged it off. "Eh, whatever. Take it as a compliment angry boy. But I need my girlfriend back." Ayumi was rubbing a hand down her face to put herself back together. "But see you soon sweets!"
And then she hung up.
Slowly, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy, Ayumi looked up at Bakugo. Just to find him watching her with intense scarlet eyes, sending a shiver through her body.
"So I only take priority if I'm fucking you?" He asked, almost... darkly. Ayumi had to ignore what that did to her body, wincing instead.
"Sorry about her words. Miya just... she's a bit much." If that wasn't obvious. Though Ayumi loved that girl. "She wants me to rebound with sex and since I refused she's hoping that someone else might convince me. But like I said, I don't do rebounds. I can't do that to myself or others. I'm not a physical-only type of girl."
And there she goes, explaining more than needed. Ayumi was struggling to not talk to Bakugo at times, to not tell him more than needed. She needed to stop now. He's not here to just listen, he's here only for this fucking competition.
Bakugo is not her friend. He's her partner and has to work with her - them being nice makes it all easier. But that does not give Ayumi the right to ramble on shit that she should not.
Even if her body was attracted, that didn't account for anything.
Since Bakugo didn't reply, somewhere lost in thought, Ayumi sighed out and ran a hand through her hair. She was... almost shaking, and doing her best to stay calm. There was so much going in inside of her head, majority of it related to Bakugo, but some of it still caught on the call from Monoma last night.
She was a mess inside and needed some girl time then alone time. A good amount of alone time.
She cleared her throat. "Well, yeah, anyways, I'll see you sometime soon. Thank you for being my partner," Ayumi said gently as she quickly packed up, leaving some cash on the table for her own food. They already agreed to split the cost.
Bakugo still didn't reply. Ayumi hurriedly slid out of her seat and gave Bakugo a little smile. "Bye."
And she turned to leave. But just as she did so, a hand grabbed her forearm, stopping her progress. Ayumi held her breath, but was surprised when there was no pain from the warm hand on her forearm. Not even a tinge of static to make the touch uncomfortable.
It deeply unsettled Ayumi. That has never happened before.
She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when scarlet eyes pinned her shut mouth. She almost gulped under the intensity of his eyes, her body turning warm.
"You can call me whenever you need, Stars. For this competition, to rant, or cause you can't fucking sleep. I'm open."
Ayumi's eyes were saucers. That was... absolutely not anything she was expecting. Taken off guard, Ayumi just nodded her head, feeling lightheaded almost. When Bakugo let go of her arm with a grunt, Ayumi bit her lip and turned around to walk out.
Confused. Shocked. Unsure of what she was feeling.
All she could say, as Ayumi walked out of the diner and into the sun, was:
"What the fuck?"
Notes:
... I would die of embarrassment ngl.
But who has the confidence to tell someone they've known for almost a month to masturbate like what-
Chapter Text
"Hey Bakugo did you see... Bakugo... Bakugo!" Kirishima yelled his name a few more times before throwing his hands up. This was getting annoying.
The two of them were in Bakugo's room, just to be out of the rush their classmates were in. Kirishima sat on a beanbag, playing a game on Bakugo's playstation, while Bakugo was 'working'. To be fair, he was at one point was writing a history essay with some books strewn about his bed.
Now, the books were still open and the screen of his computer was on, but Bakugo was staring blankly at the screen, forgetting to write anything for almost an hour.
It was Wednesday night, just four days since the phone call, since the day he told Ayumi to rely on him.
And since Saturday, Bakugo had been silent and reclusive. Completely abnormal even for the unsocial man that he was. Not one to like company? Yes. One to zone out for hours and not here or see anything in his line of vision? Nope.
So Kirishima was worried. He put down the game controller and angled to look over at his blonde friend. Who was currently sitting with crossed arms and a furred brow, the lightest frown on his lips.
Kirishima sighed. Then threw a pillow at Bakugo, hitting him square in the head. Instead of getting majorly pissed and throwing a fit, all he did was...
Throw Kirishima a glare and say "Fuck off".
Kirishima blinked.
And decided it was time for a bro talk.
"Listen, Katsuki," Kirishima sighed, instantly grabbing Bakugo's attention. They didn't use each other's first names unless it was serious.
This was serious to Kirishima. So he continued when those red eyes of his best friends were on him.
"The first time you've zoned out so much was after Kamino ward. The next time was last year after... Fuwa." Bakugo and Kirishima winced in unison, but Kirishima carried on.
"I know you hate talking and shit, but we both know that the longer you hold it in the more violent you'll become when you release it." Bakugo's brows furrowed even more as he looked down, jaw clenching. "So I'm here to listen if you need to talk-"
Before he could even finish, Bakugo was speaking.
"I think I fucked up."
Kirishima quirked a brow. "... with who?"
He had an inkling that it was the partner with the shiny black hair. The one who Bakugo swore was just a partner so vehemently that no one believed him.
Bakugo knew that Kirishima knew who, giving Kirishima a look. Then the angry male sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, and Kirishima let him stew a little bit so he could find the words.
Letting out a groan, Bakugo began explaining himself. A trait gained after what happened last time.
"She texted me Saturday night cause she couldn't fucking sleep and I... well I fucking called her back." Kirishima almost smiled. He managed to hold it in. "Then I..."
Two hands were running down Bakugo's face as he leaned back, blowing out a big breath.
"I told her to fucking masturbate and even gave a small fucking explanation on how to fucking do the shit."
Kirishima's eyes nearly popped out of his head and he choked on absolutely nothing but shock. Coughing, he stumbled up and over to the edge of the bed as Bakugo kept his eyes covered.
Words failed Kirishima.
"And... well, she did it. Then talked to me as if we can't talk normally anymore- and fuck that - so I told her she can call me whenever the fuck she wants - and we haven't talked since." Bakugo smacked himself. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
Kirishima placed his hands on his waist and took in a deep breath.
"Well... shit."
Bakugo let out a derisive chuckle before dropping his hands. The two friends locked eyes before Kirishima burst into laughter and Bakugo gave a smile with a smirk.
When Kirishima calmed down enough to speak, he said, "I think you are crushing hard. But masturbation? Only two weeks? Telling her to masturbate and how-"
"I fucking get it! I fucking pushed her lines!" Bakugo snapped, sitting up in a flash, almost growling in anger. "She just broke up and doesn't want a fucking rebound no matter what, not with an asshole like me-"
"Sorry to interrupt the start of your self-deprecating rant, but if she actually... listened to you and a-asked for instructions and carried it out... I highly doubt she hates you or is going to avoid you forever."
Bakugo cut Kirishima a glare. Kirishima shrugged. "I told her to call me, but she's fucking avoiding my soul as if I'm trash-!"
"She most likely needs a moment to recuperate!" Kirishima had to cut in again, raising his voice to get over Bakugo's. "She's only had 4-Timed in her life these past couple of years. Give her a break for feeling flustered over another guy pretty fast after a big breakup!"
He slapped Bakugo's shoulder, earning a grunt in response. "And if you can't wait any longer then don't. If you see her, talk to her. Don't let her run off."
Falling silent, his brows furrowed even more as thoughts filled Bakugo's head. He didn't know what was the right option.
After what happened with Fuwa, Bakugo wasn't sure if he was ready for another relationship. But he can't stop thinking about Ayumi, and spending these days not talking to her at all was making him miss her much more.
Relationships was a no. For both of them, especially right now. But Bakugo... didn't want her body more than her conversation. Yes, he was wholly turned on by anything that fucking woman did around him - or on the phone. But he thoroughly enjoyed each conversation they have had so far. She was like a...
Kindred soul, almost.
And he missed her voice.
Fuck.
"Fuck me."
"Sorry, but I'll leave that duty to other interested people," Kirishima teased. Then he got body slammed by Bakugo.
But Kirishima smiled, happy his friend was reacting normally.
••••••••••
A phone rang. In his room, at 2 am Wednesday - Thursday, technically - Bakugo's phone rang. His phone never rang at 2 am unless he was working at Endeavor's.
So Bakugo shot up and grabbed his phone, a feeling of needing to fight tensing his muscles. But when he saw 'Stars' on his screen, the fight left his body. And, well, every single thought as he answered the phone and pressed it to his ear, just wanting to hear his voice.
No, he's not becoming a simp. He's just tired as fuck.
"Stars, what happened-" Bakugo's jaw clenched tight.
He heard sniffling on the other end of the phone. The sad sound that accompanied tears one shed not in joy.
"C-can we meet? I- I don't know who else t-to talk to-"
"Where are you, Ayumi," Bakugo didn't think about using her first name. He felt that in that moment, the calmness that his voice became was all that mattered. That if he rushed sounding worried and totally off-put, Ayumi would bail.
He listened to his instincts.
She took in a deep breath, sounding nasally - probably from a congested nose. "I-I'm in the '-meadow between our buildings-" she cut off abruptly, sounding choked up.
Bakugo's fists were so tight he wouldn't be surprised if the pain was due to him breaking the flesh of his palms.
"Give me three minutes. I'll be there."
"Mhmm." That was all Ayumi responded with before the line went dead.
Bakugo didn't stare at the phone or think about what he was going to say. He immediately jumped out of bed, pulling on sweatpants and a hoodie, grabbing an extra jacket, slamming slippers onto his feet, and left his dorm.
Breaking curfew be damned - detention ain't shit anymore in comparison to what he's been through. He had somewhere he needed to be.
Right now.
••••••••••
Bakugo was right. Ayumi didn't have a warm top on in the cold of the late spring night. So the first thing he did was run to her, sitting on the same bench he first confronted her at, and stuffed her into his hoodie. She didn't even have time to say a word before she was swarmed in the large hoodie.
Then Bakugo gently warmed his hands and touched her cheeks, her hands, her calves.
She was fucking freezing.
"What happened, Stars?" Bakugo pushed out in a grunt, doing his best to not turn into a raging ass going to hunt down whoever hurt her tonight.
Ayumi asked to see him - to talk. Not for him to start blowing shit up.
But it was definitely not off the table yet.
She didn't answer right away, blankly staring down as Bakugo continued his goal of warming her frame. When her eyes flicked to his, the silver ones rimmed red, Bakugo felt rage build in his system - rage that took a whole lot of effort to push down.
"... I met Monoma earlier tonight."
The words echoed dangerously, banging around his head. But Bakugo refused to take his eyes off of Ayumi's silver ones.
"I was drunk and he asked me to meet at his dorm so I agreed. And he-" she broke off momentarily, sucking in a breath as a set of fresh tears began to fall. "He was talking all about how he messed up and shit and - and he kissed me and I was too shocked to do anything and he kept kissing me until I tasted the alcohol and he was drunk so I-I p-pushed him away a-and he di-didn't like it and h-how shit I was at p-physical contact a-and that s-since I c-can't fuck him ev-everything was a w-waste-"
Ayumi closed her eyes, pushing more tears out, breaking off in a tremble. Bakugo had to take his hands off of her, not wanting to hurt her accidentally. But the more she spoke, the more his hatred grew for Monoma. There was a urge building, to see Monoma cry out in pain as he rammed a fist into that fucking face over and over-
"Did he- did he force you?" Bakugo asked, voice a deadly growl promising death. Ayumi shook her head no, hands clenching onto the jacket tight.
"I left my jacket and ran from there," she sniffed. Bakugo took in a deep breath and held it until he needed to release it. He did it again.
Then Bakugo stood up and grabbed Ayumi's shoulders, lifting her up to stand. She blinked and looked up at him with wide eyes.
"You don't want your classmates to see you, right?" He asked gruffly, still having an urge to fight waving around in his body.
Ayumi sniffled before hesitantly nodding. Bakugo leaned his head back, not looking away from her even once. "I'll give you my dorm. You can sleep there tonight - I'll be in the lounge."
She blinked some more. "B-but what about your class-"
"They ain't up. Half of the dumbasses are out for an assignment," he replied instantly, angling Ayumi in front of him to walk. She fell silent and let Bakugo push her forward, walking with him.
Bakugo was also silent. He didn't know why Ayumi called him - maybe she was listening to what he told her. But he was... glad she did. That she trusted him. That she turned to him to listen - not fix, but listen and comfort her.
Bakugo didn't know how to comfort someone. So all he could do was offer his bed and a night of rest and an ear. And maybe a fucked up Monoma in a day or two.
When they got back to 3A dorm, Bakugo snuck her up to his room on the 4th floor, letting Ayumi in. Knowing she was just in an uncomfortable position in another guy's dorm, he kept his distance, just grabbing one of his pillows and an extra blanket.
"Just don't touch any of the shit on the dresser or desk," Bakugo ordered, Ayumi standing in the middle of the room, taking in the surroundings. The posters on the wall of bands and certain shows, the neatness, the TV setup.
She nodded. Bakugo moved to leave, about to walk past her. Except one of her small hands flashed out, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket. The tugging sensation made him pause, looking down to the smaller woman.
Ayumi was small. It boosted that urge to protect her even more, especially when she had red-ringed eyes and pouty lips.
"... what, Stars?" he asked.
She took in a deep breath. Exhaled slowly. Looked up at him, silver eyes earnest.
"You can stay in here. I'm not afraid of you, Bakugo."
He didn't think her words had the intended effect. If the warmth spreading through his bones, the start of a tightness in his pants meant anything, it was not what he needed to feel.
Rolling his eyes and tching, angling his body to be out of her line of sight, Bakugo pointed at the bed. "Lay your ass down - I'll stay in here."
And he dropped his blanket and pillow on the floor, on-top of his super soft beanbag and carpet. Bakugo once again pointed at her to move to the bed and she finally listened, toeing her shoes off and kneeling on the bed.
His eyes watched too long, her black hair sifting over her shoulders as she climbed into his bed. The tightness of her leggings, the looseness and giganticness of his hoodie on her small frame...
Damn. Bakugo's body really wanted to be in that bed too. Well, not just his body.
But he won't be able to sleep with thoughts like this, so he immediately turned and went into the bathroom. He wasted time, calming himself down with cold water and thoughts of Monoma - which proved effective. Just the thought of the name and Bakugo was pissed off. He'll get Kirishima, maybe Kaminari and that friend of Ayumi's, to help take care of the asshole.
With a formulating plan, Bakugo left the bathroom. And Ayumi was asleep, face turned to almost be pressed into the pillow, curled up, hair spread on his pillow. She still wore his hoodie, clutching it with her hands. Her plump lips were lightly open, her face the picture of serene as she slept.
Sleep in his bed, clutching his hoodie, pressing into his pillow-
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, plopping down on his beanbag after he hit the lights.
Bakugo was not sleeping tonight.
Notes:
Skulls are cool. Especially broken apart
Chapter 13: Eliminations 3
Summary:
Bed time
Notes:
I wanna write a fanfic not about Bakugo... for once...
But I have too many ideas, so here is a poll to see what people want and to organize and focus my thoughts. Please fill it out!
https://www.quotev.com/quiz/15559768/Create-A-Fanfic-about-a-man-that-is-not-the-cover-picture
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi was disoriented when she woke up to the sound of running shower water. Her head pounded, her body aware that the comforter she was wrapped up in and the lack of pillows meant she wasn't in her own bed.
But then she sniffed, rubbing her eyes, and that smokey, earth-lined, caramel scent warmed her nose.
And she remembered that she was in Bakugo's room. Her body relaxed back into the bed, clutching the blanket tighter to her, opening her eyes and watching the bathroom door.
He was taking a shower. She could hear the water, the shutting of a bottle cap, the clack of the plastic bottle being set down.
She forgot to take her suppressants yesterday. Stupidly got drunk with friends, saw her ex and had a bad time, and now was hangover with a bit more clearance in her system from her medication.
So now, her hearing and sight and smell were nearly at their full strength. Not good for a hangover.
And not good since she could literally hear the entire shower process, almost.
Ayumi was not ready to imagine what Bakugo might look like, all wet and naked, slathering soap over his muscled body-
Nope. No. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts.
She was already conflicted enough - less fuel to the fire burning inside is beneficial.
Sighing, Ayumi snatched her phone out of her pocket, sneaking it up while staying locked in the blanket. She saw a few messages from Miya and Itsu and an email from the school. She ignored those.
Ayumi was no where near ready to tell her friends where she was, what she ended up doing last night. She was a fucking idiot, drunk and hopeful that her ex was also a fucking idiot and made a mistake with her.
But he proved that he didn't. He was honest, only after he tried to undress her. And remembering it felt like a punch to the gut, causing her legs to curl up in a fetal position, fighting the burning in her eyes.
And out of everyone she could have called, the first and only person that came to mind was Bakugo.
You can call me whenever you need, Stars.
That little message he gave her this past weekend really has stuck with her. Well, not only his words from their little session, but everything since she's met him.
Ayumi was unsure of what she wanted, unsure of how to continue. Ayumi didn't progress without some form of confidence- so that was why she was 'avoiding' Bakugo the past few days.
No more of that, it would seem.
The shower turned off. Ayumi sighed, then went to the new text from her father, forcing herself to ignore anything she could hear.
Her and her father rarely talked. She wasn't close to both parents, but she would prefer her mother over her father.
The thing with her family is that Renkyu and Ayumi? They support and love each other 100%. He's her most loved family member, someone she trust deeply.
Her parents? Let's say their relationship is... formal.
For example, Ayumi has scheduled days to come home for required visits - just to cook a dinner for everyone. Otherwise, they barely interact unless it is required.
So a text from her father means it's something important.
Dad: Can you come home this weekend?
Ayumi: Sunday. I have plans Saturday.
Dad: 12 pm.
Groaning, she saw the time and realized class would start in 20 minutes.
Yeah, no.
So she sent an email to the school, claiming she had a cold. Being 18 had its perks.
And, by accident, she clicked on the email in her inbox sent at 6:30 am. Cursing under her breath, hearing Bakugo brush his teeth, she read the email with squinted eyes.
Ayumi nearly hated how the screen on electronics looked without being on suppressants. Pixels, brightness, everything sucked.
"This is a letter for student-pairs that have been..." Ayumi trailed off, muttering the words.
Her eyes widened.
"... holy shit."
She blinked. Then raised her head and half-shouted: "Bakugo!"
His head popped out of the door not even a second later, a look that meant business on his face. Ayumi smiled and waved her phone.
"We passed to the second stage..." her eyes traveled down and went wide. "oh."
Bakugo was not dressed. Well, he had red on boxer-briefs, but nothing else. Nothing else -
"Damn," she whispered, bringing a sweater-paw to her lips, making sure her jaw didn't drop.
Usually, when Ayumi was off suppressants, she could see how bad skin looked on people, behind the makeup, or see all the pores normal eyesight wouldn't see.
But Bakugo was standing there, with perfect skin. His chiseled, broad chest, well-defined abdomen, strong arms and shoulders. Two rounded, jagged scars marked his frame, one on his lower right abdomen, one on his left shoulder. Two scars, just lines, marked his arms, and one ran across his ribs.
It did not take away from the beauty of this man. Those toned, strong thighs and beautifully dangerous body.
And, once again, Ayumi was shook by the sheer size of him in comparison to her. He could completely envelop her, dwarf her. Maybe just a push and she could go flying. He was bigger than Itsuki, bigger than Monoma.
And yet she was not afraid at all.
Instead, her cheeks heated up and that pull of desire began to grow in her lower abdomen. She was turned on - even more so when she saw just a brief outline of what type of 'package' he has.
Bakugo cleared his throat. Ayumi jumped, eyes flitting back to Bakugo's face, her cheeks now burning bright red at her being caught clearly ogling him.
He smirked knowingly, shaking his white shirt and slipping it on like a model. "Like what you see?" He teased, his deep voice even more attractive than normal, making her body quiver.
She cleared her throat again, feeling hot all of a sudden. "Uh— phs what - we-" she had to clear again and close her eyes, taking a deep breath. Bakugo chuckled and Ayumi almost sighed at the sound.
"You called my name, DollFace. What happened?" He asked, voice closer. She nearly made a noise.
She waved her phone, trying to remember why she called him. "Yeah- um- email - agh!" She opened her eyes and forced the words out. "We passed the first eliminations, to round two."
Bakugo was at the foot of the bed, towering over her. It took all of Ayumi's willpower to not let her eyes travel again, focusing on the smirk of confidence on his lips.
"I told you ain't no way we're gonna lose, Stars." He cocked his head, and Ayumi's body continued to heat up. "Like I said, just trust that we'll win this shit."
Ayumi blinked up at him a few times before smiling. "Are you going to classes today?" She asked out of nowhere.
Bakugo snorted, sneering. "Fuck no. If I see that dickwad I'll actually kill him." Ayumi's hands tightened on the blanket, but Bakugo moved on, shrugging. "And I didn't fucking sleep well on the damn beanbag-"
"Lay down," Ayumi cut in, wiggling her body closer to the wall like a slug. That left the right side of the bed, the open side, available to lay down.
Bakugo froze, eyes momentarily widening. "... what?"
Ayumi's red cheeks did not calm down. She laid on a pillow, still cuddled beneath the majority of the comforter, but snuck a hand out to pat the space next to her.
Admittedly, the space may not be wide enough for Bakugo to lay without them touching in some way, but Ayumi didn't care.
He showed up when she needed him, did his best to stay calm and take care of her. Gave up sleep and a bed for her. The least she can do is let Bakugo lay in his own bed.
"You need rest, too." She shrunk into the comforter a little more, looking to Bakugo like a cute tortilla, or cocoon, with black hair. "And I'm not afraid of you. I know you won't hurt me."
He rolled his eyes then grunted "fine", but Ayumi saw the slight pink tint to his cheeks, on his ears. He groaned and kneed onto the bed before rolling onto his back. The motion rocked the bed a bit, and Ayumi kept covered in the blanket as one of his big shoulders came to rest on her arm.
She didn't flinch. Didn't feel a twinge of discomfort from the weight, from the contact.
She didn't pull back.
Bakugo adjusted a bit more until he was comfortable, one knee bent, right hand bent beneath his head. A comfortable silence filled the air, as the two rested, though there was an undeniable tension between the two.
Ayumi wanted to reach out and touch him. It kind of scared her - she never yearned to touch anyone before. And the way his scent wafted through her was scarily turning her body on. She needed to distract her senses.
So, of course, she opened her mouth.
"Thank you for... bothering to come to me right away, with no notice. I must have fucked up your sleep-"
"Don't fucking thank me, DollFace," Bakugo grunted, cutting her off. Ayumi felt her cheeks blush at the voice. "I told your ass to call me if you needed to. I don't go back on my fucking word."
Ayumi blinked, pursing her lips. Her eyes them scanned Bakugo, finding that his body was still tense. She felt a bit bad over taking his bed, but not that much since it smelled good and she slept great.
And seeing as words aren't the main way to get Bakugo to accept gratitude, Ayumi decided to do so in a physical form.
And she scooted over a bit more before reaching out and tugging on Bakugo's arm, wanting to pull him closer.
Bakugo froze, lifting his head to look at Ayumi with confused eyes. She just smiled softly and tugged some more.
After a few seconds, Bakugo moved over, arm almost pressing into her chest. Ayumi ignored it, waiting for him to get more comfortable, before she leaned her head in his shoulder, still lightly holding his bicep, using him as a pillow.
He tensed up real fast. Ayumi almost laughed at him, but kept her grin hidden. Making sure her giggle wouldn't be released, Ayumi then repeated herself.
"Thank you, Bakugo." She breathed out softly. "Now I'm going back to sleep. I may or may not be a little wild, just so you know."
He tsked, but his body was slowly relaxing. He tugged on the blanket, easily pulling some out from under Ayumi and over his lower-half.
"Just go back to sleep, Stars. You ain't gonna hurt me while sleeping."
So Ayumi relaxed onto Bakugo's shoulder, internalizing the shock at being able to do so without major discomfort- and not on suppressants.
It was a bit unnerving.
But the warmth of Bakugo, his smokey and sweet scent, and the safety she felt with just his presence alone...
Ayumi quickly fell asleep on Bakugo. And he followed not long after, even being a little tense.
Notes:
I wanna sleep in his bed ngl...
and maybe more than sleep😏
Chapter 14: Party 1
Summary:
We start a new arc! Mwahaha!
I think 3 chapters for Party Arc.
Setup chappy.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi sat in the chair, looking like a scared puppy. Hands clasped, between her legs, head bowed, eyes wide and looking up. Miya stood with her arms crossed, an eyebrow propped, scowling down at her friend.
As soon as Ayumi tried to sneak into the dorms, later that evening, Miya was there in the main room, waiting. She nabbed Ayumi by the collar of the large hoodie that Bakugo gave her - yes, she was still wearing it - and dumped her on a chair in Miya's room.
She and Bakugo fell asleep fast. And when Ayumi woke up, Bakugo was gently getting up from the bed, trying to softly move his arm from under her head. She acted sleep until he eventually left the room. Then she got up, left a note, and decided to take the hoodie with her.
Now, she was about to be interrogated. Miya has let her sit in this chair for almost 10 minutes.
But she also let Ayumi have her suppressants. Ayumi had an emergency set in Miya's room, and she needed them as soon as she left 3A's dorms.
"... so you gonna tell me where you disappeared to and who's hoodie that is?"
Ayumi fidgeted with the hem of the sleeves. "W-where's Itsuki?"
Miya snorted. "Your partner called Itsuki to talk to him. Also took my partner Kirishima, and Kaminari too I think." She squinted her eyes. "And you know nothing about that?"
"No." Ayumi's own face turned into a frown. Why would Bakugo gather them? Especially Itsuki - the two never interacted. What was he planning?
"Hmph." Miya shrugged. Then stepped forward and pinched the hoodie that dwarfed Ayumi's frame. "This is Bakugo's, right? Even smells like him," Miya said as she stepped in to sniff. Ayumi fought the blush that came to her cheeks.
Ayumi didn't answer. Miya began walking around her.
"You're also wearing the same clothes from last night. Not coming back to dorms at all - so did you spend the night with Bakugo?"
Ayumi almost flinched. Her cheeks burned.
"So what base did you guys get to? Third base? All the way? Is that why you took the day off? Too sore because he has a big dick-"
"Miya, no!" Ayumi cut in, waving her hands and blushing hard. "We did nothing physical! At all!"
"Then what happened, Ayu?" Miya asked exasperatedly. "You disappeared for almost 24 hours, and come back with a man's hoodie. Why wouldn't I think that!?"
This time, Ayumi flinched. She has not been telling Miyasu, her best friend, anything about what she was doing or what she was feeling, this past month. And if Miya did the same thing to her, Ayumi would feel upset. Especially with the ghosting she just did.
"We're supposed to talk to each other. Trust each other." Miya was talking quieter, bending down onto her knees to gently hold Ayumi's hands. "That's what best friends are for, right?"
Ayumi's silver eyes locked onto the warm green ones of her best friend. Silence gently filled the air for a few seconds, a minute.
Then Ayumi sighed.
"I went to see Monoma, when I snuck away. He proved that he wanted only physical shit from me now, so I ran away and called Bakugo, who gave me this hoodie since I was freezing and gave up his bed for me to sleep in."
Miya went rock still, eyes wide, mouth agape.It took 10 seconds for Miya to react.
"What the fUCK!"
••••••••••
"What are you making?" Miya asked as she walked into the kitchen. Ayumi looked up from a bowl of batter she was making, humming to a song she had playing on low in the background. Low for her was almost unheard by normal people.
"Beef Yakitori and fried rice for dinner. And this is Tiramisu."
She gasped. "F-for me?" She asked with puppy eyes, almost dropping to her knees in a beg. Ayumi chortled.
The last time she made Tiramisu, Miya fell in love and obsessed over it. She would look for it at any restaurant and claimed none of them tasted as good as what Ayumi made.
"It's for the party tomorrow," Ayumi answered, putting the bowl of batter next to a group of other bowls, filled with different ingredients. "But I'll make you a little serving, okay?"
"Oh, thank you, my cooking goddess!" Miya exclaimed, Ayumi swatting at her. After the talk last night, the tension between the two were gone. Ayumi felt lighter, having let her best friend in on how things were going with Bakugo.
No, she didn't admit every damn thing she was feeling. But, it was for the better. No need to burden her best friend.
"Anyways, Mina wants us to ride with-"
"Hey bros!" Itsuki's voice cut in, with that term he called his only female friends. Both girls rolled their eyes at the same time and sighed. "Ooh, what are you making?"
Ayumi and Miya shared a giggle at the repeat question.
"Ti-"
"Whatever it is, it's going to be fucking delicious."
Ayumi's eyes snapped to where Itsuki was walking in. To where Bakugo walked in behind him, wearing a navy denim jacket over a gray shirt, with navy jeans. Keys were in his hands, hair a little pushed back. As if he just got off his motorcycle, riding helmet-less.
She felt her body begin to warm as his crimson eyes fell to hers. So she glanced at Itsuki, who was totally not surprised.
"What are you doing here?" Ayumi asked as Miya was waving her eyebrows. Bakugo pushed his keys into his pocket and lifted one cocky brow.
"You weren't answering your damn phone, so Barney over here said you'd be cooking." Miyasu burst into laughter at Bakugo’s nickname for Itsuki, slamming a palm over her hand to stifle it. Ayumi smiled, and Itsuki gave them a scowl.
"When did you two start talking?" Miya asked after regaining control over herself. Bakugo and Itsuki shared a quick look. Ayumi was even more suspicious.
"Well," Itsuki began but rushed over to Ayumi and grabbed one of the cookies for the tiramisu. "Thanks for the food - hey! Don't hit me!" He complained as Ayumi gasped in horror and smacked his hand with a wooden spoon.
He quickly scurried out of the kitchen, happily eating a cookie. "Asshole," Ayumi grunted while Miya rolled her eyes.
Grumbling, she looked back over to see Bakugo waiting for her sole attention. Miya cleared her throat and not-so-sneakily left the kitchen to give them 'privacy'.
Ayumi was damn sure Miya would be 'accidentally listening' right outside the entrance.
"Sorry about not answering. My phone is on do-not-disturb when I'm cooking and baking," Ayumi explained, fidgeting with her hands as she made sure all the bowls were perfectly aligned. They had not yet interacted after their shared nap. So all she could think of was how she felt, seeing him almost fully naked, how peaceful sleep she got while laying on his shoulder.
"What do you need-"
"I'm going to Tokyo for 3 months. What just so happens to be the length of time until the 2nd round is fucking over," Bakugo days, a bit gruffly, sitting down on one of the stools at the island.
Her lips pursed a little bit. Her first feeling was that she didn't want him to go. The second was 'why the fuck am I thinking that way?'
"So do you want to come with me?"
"Yeah - wait what?!" Ayumi doubled back ponytail flying as she looked from her food to Bakugo, eyes wide and confused.
Bakugo couldn't help himself but smirk at her reaction. He wiped his lips with his hand trying to take his smirk away. "Didn't you get the fucking news? I'm in Hero Course, leaving Musursfu, and we made it past the 1st round."
"And? What does that have to do with me going with you?" She replied, eyes narrowing.
Bakugo tched at her. "You can come with me - if you need to and ain't gonna fail on your own. Field study, Stars."
Then he went quiet, letting her put the pieces together. Ayumi stood frozen with squinted eyes, thinking for a couple of seconds. Bakugo couldn't help but take in her appearance, with her so oblivious and lost in thought. The messy ponytail she put her shiny, black waves into. The apron dusted in flour and sugar, protecting a blue t-shirt and black leggings.
Again, he was reminded that she was small, still a bit shorter than him, even sitting on the stool. But her womanly assets was not at a loss at all - and he had to make sure to pry his eyes from traveling lower than her neck. Bakugo did not want to be caught by her friends or classmates with a fucking tent.
Just then, Ayumi slammed a fist into her palm, eyes brightening and a small grin passing her plump lips.
"Right! I can stay with you in Tokyo, only if it's beneficial for our proposal! And it is!" She exclaimed, almost buzzing with excitement. "Field study! We would need to gather chefs and teachers to staff the cooking program, as well as what types of cuisines we would want to employ in it as well! And Tokyo is full of some of the best cuisine in all of Japan - even the world! With traditional Japanese, French, Italian, Spanish, Greek, Mongolian! It would be the perfect place to do the field study! And I can probably get some of my favorite chefs to cooperate, with a bit of negotiations, and eat their food-"
"Okay! Okay, Stars, you like the idea," Bakugo cut in, nearly smiling, as Ayumi panted slightly. She forgot to breathe as she began her rant.
Blushing at that, she rubbed the back of her neck softly.
"So you're coming?" To her, it looked like Bakugo was almost... anxious to hear her answer. It was in the tension she saw in his body, the light narrow to his eyes.
But Ayumi smiled softly, placing both hands in the island countertop, raising on her toes to lean froward with bright silver eyes.
"Yeah, I'm going with you."
This time, a genuine little smile popped up for s split second in Bakugo's lips. Just a flash of it. But that was enough for Ayumi's breath to stall in her chest, for her heart to stop before rushing.
Her jaw nearly dropped, eyes widening, blood rushing to color her cheeks. Bakugo missed her reaction, looking away briefly, giving her a chance to recover.
For that smile was something so fucking... beautiful. It completely transformed him. His eyes brightened, his skin glowed, the smile warming her heart.
Damn, Ayumi thought, raising a hand to her chest, feeling her heart pounding away. Damn, damn, damn.
"W-when would we leave?" She asked, trying to take her mind off of the split second of sn image that would be forever engrained into her mind.
Bakugo looked back to her.
"Monday."
"Oh, what the fuck," Ayumi blurted, groaning. "I need to go to a party, have a meeting with my parents, submit papers, and pack for 3months in 2 days?"
He shrugged. "Easy enough, Shortstuff."
Ayumi smacked him on the shoulder with her wooden spoon, and began scolding him.
Notes:
At this rate, they ain’t gonna last in Tokyo without some type of smexy actions
Chapter Text
Kaminari's house was not as full as it was going to be, Mina explained when Ayumi and Mita got there. His sister - whose party it was - did not want a rager. Instead, only friends and friend-friends of Kaminari was invited, along with the same for the sister.
Ayumi definitely did not mind. She wasn't that dressed up anyways. Her dress was pale gray, tight among the torso but flaring lightly at her hips, resting at mid-thigh, with a turtleneck collar and no sleeves. It went well with the sliver-painted nails, courtesy of Ren's money.
Her hair was simple: two strands, twisted, tied back and underneath her hair to make a makeshift hairband. A light eyeliner and mascara, making her eyes a bit rounder, and her favorite matte lipstick - Nude Protest by YSL - was perfect on her lips.
Other than a pair of black flats and a jacket to wear outside, Ayumi was prepared for this party. Did she want to go in the first place? No. But she didn't want to ruin anyone's mood by showing up looking like shit. She agreed to go already, so she will be on her best behavior.
It was a plus that Bakugo was going to be there too, though he hasn’t shown up after an hour. This morning, he got the paperwork Ayumi would need to fill out to go with him to Tokyo.
Miya, who of course was eavesdropping, freaked out happily in Ayumi's room late into the night. Her best friend couldn't believe the decision Ayumi made - and, in truth, neither could she.
Going to stay for three months in Tokyo? With Bakugo? Who knows what kind of place they would be in - a tiny apartment or one-bedroom hotel? Yeah, she would gain so much from doing her research and networking in Tokyo, but was it the smart decision?
It didn't matter. Ayumi trusted Bakugo.
And she signed the papers already, so yeah.
"Ugh, you're so cute!" Miya clapped her hands as she walked to see the birthday girl. She wore a black turtleneck tank-top and low-rise jeans.
Kaminari's sister, Ayako, wore a cute blue dress, her blonde hair tied up intricately, black eyeliner making her round, golden eyes pop. She was beautiful, in Ayumi's opinion. And it was the first time meeting her tonight, after being here for an hour.
Ayumi and Miya paid their respects, the two pans of tiramisu that Ayumi made, set up on the counter, nearly gone - she saved a piece for Bakugo in the fridge. She was then pulled away by her friends and the two made their way to go join their group. They were drinking, eating and talking, and when Ayumi and Miya went to get a snack, they started playing 2 truths 1 lie.
Following Miya, Ayumi looked to where she heard a gasp. Not louder than the music, but loud enough for her to hear. And she froze, looking straight at the woman who stared her down with wide eyes.
The same woman she was hoping not to meet again. The one on the phone, when Monoma called her that night. Someone she was already on bad terms with.
Ayumi didn't tell Miya she was stopping, didn't tell her as the other girl took in a big breath and motioned with her head. In silence did Ayumi follow the other woman out of the front door, the music dulling a bit when outside the walls of the large house.
Pavement turned to grass as Ayumi followed her to the side of the lawn, under a tree with a light, out of view from windows. Some privacy for a conversation that was needed, although abrupt.
“Listen,” she began immediately, turning around and planting her hands on her hips, a bottle of water in one hand, trying to look down her nose at Ayumi. She was a bit taller, body fit from her athleticism, a tight red shirt and tiny shorts showing off her boobs and ass.
Ayumi didn’t give two fucks. It was a bit chilly without her jacket, but Ayumi ignored the breeze and simply sighed and crossed her arms, turning her face blank as she looked at her.
“I, like, don’t know how much you know, but stay away from him as long as I am fucking him. Okay?”
Ayumi popped a brow. “Really? You think I’m going back to Monoma now? What do you take me for?”
“Uh, a girl who keeps stealing my scores. Like, come on! You know this!”
Ayumi tried her best to not roll her eyes. She am unsure if she succeeded or not. “Camie, you’ve graduated. You work for Mt. Lady. You have tons of guys lining up. Why are you still obsessed with Monoma?”
Ustushimi Camie. She and Ayumi first met two years ago, when Ayumi and Ren went to his friend’s birthday party. Camie had a habit of trying to get the hottest guys at different schools under her belt. She saw Ren and wanted him - tried to use Ayumi and she, being an avid supporter of her brother, told her to fuck off. Then she found out Ayumi had a one-night stand with Shindo, who she was after, and that pissed her off even more. Then she tried getting Itsuki, and that failed.
So Camie tried to get Monoma to make Ayumi feel bad for cock-blocking her. It’s happened multiple times over the past two years. And now that she has Monoma, Ayumi hopes this stupid spat is over.
“Just - listen, I’m not stopping you. Go ahead. Get with a guy who would trash years of a relationship for a fuck, okay? That’s what you want. And I am not competing with you, if that’s what you think this is, so go ahead and pursue who you want-“
“I can pursue Bakugo? I can pursue Renkyu?” She asked Ayumi smugly, as if winning an argument.
Ayumi tensed momentarily, biting her cheek to stop herself from cursing at Camie. She breathed out through her nose slowly, calming herself down. Camie continued on, oblivious to Ayumi’s anger.
Ayumi has not been angry in a long time. Like her brother, it was dark and quiet anger. It wasn’t loud, didn’t involve yelling or going crazy. It was verbal, and she never held back - and if it got to the point of violence, it was the kind where it was planned, where her brother would get involved, where the enemy would not be able to move the day after.
So, currently, Ayumi was doing her best to keep calm. It helped that she heard someone pause a few feet away, on the pavement. A witness.
“Bakugo is the hottest - tied with IcyHot - at UA. I got Monoma on his knees for me already, so it shouldn’t be that hard to get them to do the same.” She giggled.
Calm. Calm. Calm, Ayumi repeated in her mind. Camie just giggled on.
“Why are you so protective over your brother anyways? Like a girlfriend? You guys ain’t doing that incest shit, right? Wouldn’t surprise me, seeing both of you don’t date much and like hanging out with each other-“
“Oh fuck off, Camie,” Ayumi cut her off, pissed off. Her tone was even, but her heart beat a little faster, her silver eyes darkening with anger.
She doesn’t take shit about her brother. Not after what the two of them have been through together.
“I only said you can fucking pursue them. Doesn’t mean they’ll want to get with a slut like you. With all the people you suck dick for, I’m sure you’ve got every STD in the book.” Camie gasped lightly in outrage. Ayumi didn’t give a fuck.
“And just because your brother fucking hates being related to a slut doesn’t mean you can shit on Ren. We have a healthy fucking brother-sister relationship. If you want one so desperately, go suck your brother’s cock and see if that works.”
Camie turned red from embarrassment and shock. Ayumi has never said anything like this to her, and she hasn’t been angry in years. Very, very few people has seen her like this, has seen her insult like this.
Ayumi pointed at Camie’s outfit. “This is a birthday for a 2nd year. Why the fuck are you here, anyways? Ain’t no one looking for spotted pussy to fuck in the living room, so leave. You won’t be missed.”
Camie was agape, sputtering, unable to make a comeback. Ayumi just stared at her with a blank expression, as if Camie was worth less than the dirt on her shoes.
“F-fuck you!” She screamed before crushing the water bottle that was in her hand, spewing room-temperature water that splashed and soaked into the bodice of Ayumi’s dress.
Ayumi didn’t flinch. Unable to do anything else, Camie shouted in anger and threw the plastic bottle on the ground and stormed away, to a car parked on the street. Angry footsteps began to follow, but Ayumi called out:
“Bakugo, leave her be!”
Clicking her tongue, Ayumi looked down at her dress. It turned a bit sheer, giving an outline of her red bra beneath, sticking to the curves of her breasts.
“You’re not going do say shit back to her?” Bakugo asked angrily, still watching as Camie sped away in her car. His voice was gruff, ready to fight for Ayumi.
“Did you hear what I said to her?” Ayumi asked, still trying to calm down internally.
“What - no-“ Bakugo began, taken aback from her question. “Fuck, take this,” he groused, shrugging off his denim jacket, tossing it onto her shoulders.
The smokey, sweet scent, with that earthen hint, drenched the jacket. It instantly took the tension from Ayumi’s shoulders, calmed the pace of her heart, her eyes lighting back to normal.
“Well, her reaction is normal. Expected.” Ayumi breathed in deeply, and tugged on Bakugo’s jacket, holding it over her breasts and bending down to pick up the bottle of water. “I got pissed off and let my dark side out for a moment.”
“Well, it was fucking obvious you were angry,” Bakugo chuckled darkly, as if Ayumi truly being angry was amusing. She quirked a brow as she stood, the handsome male smirking down at her.
He was wearing a skin-tight, gray t-shirt, outlining that perfect body. His hair was brushed back a little, crimson eyes brighter than they normally are. It all served to make Ayumi’s breath catch in her throat, her legs to tighten together.
“Your eyes turned dark as fuck Stars.” He bent down a little bit, smirk widening. “Though it was cute as fuck to see a tiny kitten getting angry.”
“Fuck you,” she grumbled with pink cheeks, walking past him with a pout to the house. “I’m gonna change.”
Bakugo chuckled as he followed Ayumi towards the house, the music progressively getting louder. Ayumi held on tight to the jacket, not wanting it to slip and letting people get an eyeful of her red bra, even through a sheer - and wet - dress.
And she was still coming to terms that she got to the point where insults flowed out of her mouth with ease. And even though Bakugo didn’t hear, he saw her face and called her cute-
Ayumi shook her head, cheeks turning red now. She will force herself to forget this moment. Forget Camie. Hopefully, she won’t be a pain in the ass anymore.
Right before the two entered the house, as Ayumi opened the door, Bakugo said one last thing before they split up.
“You look good in red, Stars.”
Ayumi’s head whipped around to look at Bakugo, nearly tripping over her feet. Her eyes were wide, mouth nearly gaping, cheeks blushing.
Bakugo just gave her a dark grin, a message in his eyes, darkening the crimson.
Ayumi didn’t know what to say. Didn’t get a chance to think as her name was called and Mina came to take her away.
Another thing to help her forget Camie.
Notes:
Lol. I needed a character and didn’t feel like making an OC - sorry Camie 🙏
I don’t wanna be in Ayumi’s bad side lol - but Bakugo’s right. Red fits her, especially in my head.
Also sorry for the slow updates. This semester is killing me 💀
Chapter 16: Party 3
Summary:
Hehehe. Hehehe. Hehehehe.
(I published within a week I can’t believe it lol)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
"Ok, ok, my turn!" Kaminari shouted, grabbing the bottle. Bakugo tsked and pretended to not be interested to see who it landed it on. After seeing the way the pale-gray dress turned sheer with the water spill on Ayumi ... his mind wasn't in the right anymore.
The brown bottle spun and spun before landing on... Kirishima. The redhead cursed silently. Kaminari pumped his fist.
"Okay bro - truth or dare!" Kirishima, who had to smell the dog's ass on the last dare, hesitantly picked truth.
The first 5 minutes of him being here was taken up watching to see if Ayumi would need a backup against Camie. Though he knew Ayumi was a tough woman, and seeing Camie run enforced that, he just wanted to protect her in any way he can.
20 minutes after that, Bakugo was dragged into a game of truth-or-dare with a group of 3rd years from UA, most notably his friend group and Ayumi and her female friend.
It was taking a shit tone of energy to keep his eyes off of her. Especially after seeing that red bra outline-
Kaminari rubbed his hands together and smirked mischievously. "Who would you say, out of this group, is the least likely to make out with you?"
Mina burst into giggles at Kirishima's gape, leaning onto Ayumi's shoulder. Bakugo had to rip his eyes away from the plush-lipped smile the raven-haired woman gave his best friend.
Kaibara snorted. "He's too likable for people to be so against him," he pointed out reasonably.
Jiro shook her head. "No, no, there is someone. You can see it in his eyes."
"Just get this shit over with," Bakugo tsked, leaning back on one hand and resting the other on a propped up knee. Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from the group. He mumbled something.
"We can't hear you!" Mina sung.
Kirishima mumbled again.
"Fucking say it louder!" Bakugo cursed at him.
"Katsuki, Todoroki, and Isaki!"
Todoroki blinked but nodded. Ayumi didn't react, until she realized her name was said and made a face of confusion. Bakugo snorted in a laugh and grinned.
"Wait-wait, wait!" Sero called out, raising his hands. "There's no fucking way Bakugo is in that list!"Bakugo threw a cup at him.
"Well, why not me? Do you think I hate you?" Ayumi asked, confused. Bakugo bristled, not sure why she was so bothered. Did she want to make out with Kirishima or something? That thought pissed him off, even if he knew it was wrong. The thought of her kissing others was a grating one.
Kirishima then gave her a secretive grin that Miya and Mina eyed with suspicion. "You might become my sister."
Ayumi, with her brows furrowed in confusion, pushed a giddy Miya off of her arm. The three girls began whispering as Bakugo replayed those words in his head, knowing there was a double meaning to them. Though if he reacted, it would confirm a lot of people's suspicions. So he'll kick Kirishima's ass in private later.
A look shared between them let Kirishima aware of this fact, who shrugged.
"Okay, okay, Kiri go!" Mina clapped her hands. Kirishima breathed out and took the bottle before spinning it fast.
"Hope it doesn't land on me," Kaibara groaned. Everyone had to agree - Kirishima was more hardcore than they thought.
While the bottle spun, Bakugo paid it no attention. Instead, he couldn't help but watch Ayumi. She brushed a silky lock of her hair out of her face, scrunching her nose cutely at something Setsuna told her. Bakugo should have been looking at Setsuna, someone he spent some alone time with. But, Setsuna was completely inconsequential compared to Ayumi.
She was gorgeous. Bakugo couldn't stop himself from thinking that. He sneered to himself and looked down -
Just as the bottle pointed directly at him.
"Shit."
"Truth or dare, bro?" Kirishima asked. Bakugo frowned, noting the evil tone behind the kind voice.
But he wasn't a wimp. "Dare."
"Ohh shit," Kaminari whispered for special effects, making their group chuckle. Bakugo, however, shared the sentiment. With the way Kirishima's eyes glinted, maybe he should have picked truth.
"I dare you to..." Kirishima trailed off, knowing full well everyone held their breath. No one was interested in digging a six foot deep hole tonight or cleaning the entire house spotless.
"Pick someone to do seven minutes in heaven with."
Bakugo's eyes widened as his heart came to a stop. And, for some fucking reason, his eyes fell onto the girl watching with those gray eyes that reminded him of the stars.
Her silky ebony waves brushed out of her face, illuminating her skin, her almond eyes beautifully bare. Her blush-colored lips, plush, sent a throb through his body. Her own body was now clad in a black rib-knit dress, a light v-line that showed the the top of her full breasts. It flowed over her curves, stopping short, buttons down the middle drawing his eyes. Barely covering her legs.
"Ayumi."
Her name ripped from his mouth absentmindedly. But when the silence pressed in on him, Bakugo realized his mistake.
"Fuck - Isaki - fuck, she's my partner- it isn't that fucking wei -"
"I'll go," her voice was steady clear. Bakugo's heart throbbed - and it was pleasant. Everyone else had shock scrawled across their features as Ayumi stood up and smoothed out her skirt, a rosy blush across her cheeks.
"Which closet?"
Kirishima popped up, a broad smile on his lips. Bakugo was still stunned, head just following her. He was unaware of how Setsuna watched him with darkened eyes.
Bakugo cleared his throat and stood up, not even bothering to tell the others to fuck off with their stares. He followed behind them to the nearest closet -the coat closet - unable to keep his eyes off of Ayumi's body. The sway of her generous behind-
"Well, get comfortable soon! You only have seven minutes!" Kirishima interrupted his thoughts and Bakugo adjusted his position in annoyance and anxiousness.
But Kirishima stuffed them in the closet and shut the door. There was enough space for the two to stand without touching the coats or each other, and the second the door closed and the lights dimmed, silence filled.
Fuck, he didn't think this far ahead. He didn't think at all. What was he supposed to do with her? Well, he had a shit ton of ideas, but Bakugo doubted she'd go through with any of them. The space between him and Ayumi was tangible - it was a struggle to not just reach out and pull her against him.
Sighing in frustration, he ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the ceiling. A little light, motion detected stayed on, barely illuminating the space. What was he going to do-
"Thanks for the jacket, earlier," Ayumi's smooth, calm voice filled the tense space.
"Thanks for the tiramisu," he grumbled back, unsure what to do. All the shit that she was going through with Monoma, a fucking shit thing with Camie, then this... Why the fuck didn't he just call it quits-
"Did you really just want to stand here in silence?" Her beautiful voice questioned, like a silvery liquid smoothing over his body gently. Bakugo's red eyes snapped to hers. A tiny smile played at her lips.
Gruffly, Bakugo answered with a light sneer. "I plan on doing something, Stars. Just tryna think what the fuck you'd let me do."
Ayumi chuckled breathlessly, looking up at him with bright eyes. "What are some of those thoughts?"
Bakugo didn't know when he moved, but the view shifted and suddenly his left forearm braced his weight on the wall above her head, his right hand grabbing one of those soft tresses he's touched before. Gosh, did he love how they felt.
He noted how Ayumi tensed before she breathed in deeply and relaxed. His voice lowered, as well as his tone.
"One thought is to see how I can make you squirm with nothing but my hand on you." For emphasis, he trailed his fingers up her exposed arm. She shivered and Bakugo smirked, catching her eyes.
"Or I fucking kiss you and take it from there."
Ayumi closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. Bakugo waited for her permission to do anything at all. After hearing how hesitant she was to start anything now, he wasn't expecting a yes.
But one word. One word and that was all it would take. He'd take it easy, with a kiss, and see how it goes. The darker thoughts in his head will have to wait.
If she said yes.
She opened her eyes and looked up at Bakugo. He silently held his breath, searching her eyes.
"...fuck it," was all Ayumi said. Before her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers splaying into the ends of his hair, and her lips connected with his.
Time seemed to slow for Bakugo, replaced by the feel of her lips, of Ayumi's taste. A deep groan rumbled from Bakugo's chest as he slanted his lips over Ayumi's, wasting no time in placing his hands on her waist. To pull her close to him, to feel the softness of her breasts squish against his upper torso, the smallness of her body.
Her lips were softer than he could have thought - like silk over flesh -if thoughts still roamed his head. For Bakugo's mind went empty, his heart sparking alive, his body thrumming with an electricity he has never felt before. Not like the rush of battle—
No, this one kiss made his whole life feel insignificant until now.
His hands slid to the small of her back. Small - she was small under his hands, and Bakugo reveled in that. In the tugging sensation on his head, the raspberry-vanilla scent filling his nose, the raspberry taste illuminating his mouth. His large hands roamed down and finally, finally, gripped onto the round, ample ass that had tortured him for a month—
Bakugo groaned as Ayumi let out the sweetest moan under his touch, the sound and the softness of her ass sending a lighting strike down to his cock. He squeezed tight and loved how her fingers dug in, the way her lips parted under his in another honey-covered moan.
Bakugo gripped Ayumi's thighs and hiked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips.
Ayumi's perfect taste cleared any thought but her from his mind. All he could think of was how wonderfully lush she was, from the feel of her perfect thighs and ass, to the plushness of her breasts against his chest and the lavish feel of her lips moving against him in a passionate exchange.
He pressed Ayumi to the wall, her legs tight around his hips, his hands back on her opulent ass, under her dress but over her panties. Unconsciously, he rolled his hips - right against the apex of her thighs, clothed only by a thin fabric. Ayumi moaned, louder than the last two times, Bakugo quivering in response.
But Bakugo took advantage and slid his tongue into Ayumi's mouth. She eagerly accepted. They began a battle of the French as her manicured nails dug into his upper back with a pain that was pleasant and urged Bakugo on.
He won and explored Ayumi's mouth before she tugged on his hair, pulling her lips to his neck. She gave him teasing bites, not hickey's, as she drifted over his adam's apple, over to where his pulse thundered away. Ayumi kissed softly before licking her way up to his jaw.
Bakugo felt the smile on her lips. His fingers dug into her ass with the effort of keeping his control.
They kissed once more, a fiery clash that resulted in a growl from Bakugo as one of his hands went and yanked the collar of Ayumi's dress to open more. His lips soon followed, and unlike Ayumi, he bit hard enough to leave a mark. The sound that escaped her had him grinding once more, elated by the sounds that followed.
She was so soft. Bakugo was used to the physiques of the girls of the Hero Course, with their bodies toned and muscled from training. But Ayumi, although slender, with her full breasts and round ass, was plush and so fucking enticing and welcoming to Bakugo—
He loved it. He loved how she felt. And this simple session had him undone, about to snap and lose all control. And yet, through it all, his palms never once warmed, as if they felt no need to showcase his desire. As if even the unconscious thought of accidentally hurting her kept his Quirk shut down. For what he felt was more than enough.
Bakugo didn't know how many hickey's he placed, just getting closer and closer to uncovering the soft mounds that called to him. He felt lips against his ear.
"Katsu—"
Before Ayumi could finish moaning his name, a knock pounded on the door. Loud and disruptive. Jarring.
Bakugo froze but couldn't move right away, burying his nose into Ayumi's neck. Raspberries and vanilla.
But the knock came again, louder.
"I'm about to open the door!" Kirishima warned.
Bakugo was going to tell him to fuck off. But suddenly, hands against his chest pushed and he stumbled back, head spinning with the loss of contact.
Ayumi mumbled something, almost sounding as if she said 'I'm not drunk', and the door opened. And out Ayumi went, stumbling away.
In a daze, Bakugo just stared at the spot where Ayumi once was. His hands clenched, as if he could still feel her. His mind was still too far gone to fully understand what just happened, but he knew one thing for sure.
That felt better than any time he's fucked someone. And that was just a heated make-out.
Bakugo blinked slowly and dragged his gaze to see his best friend appraising him. The swollen lips and smudged pink lipstick that covered them and his neck. The puffier hair, the completely messed up shirt.
And that look in Bakugo's eyes.
Kirishima chuckled, feeling proud. "You just got your mind blown, didn't ya?"
Bakugo should have denied it. On a normal day, he would have. But, Kirishima was right -
His mind was blown and he still couldn't think straight. If Ayumi did finish saying his name, he would've lost all control right then.
"Yep."
"That much is obvious," Mina piped up, but Bakugo didn't even make a face at the pink woman, slowly turning around. He rubbed a hand down his face. Then two. Then groaned deeply and smacked his head.
His two friends were doing their best to not burst out into laughter at him.
"Where'd she go?" Bakugo's voice was rough, still lust addled.
Mina and Kirishima both pointed with their thumb. "She's outside."
"Yeah - thanks - fucking shit." Then Bakugo turned and went to walk outside.
Mina and Kirishima watched after him before turning to look at each other.
"He looks as if he got the best sex ever, but his pants are still buttoned," Mina said plainly. Kirishima snickered.
"He's fucking whipped."
Notes:
Battle of the French. I love it 😂
I honestly had this kiss scene written from day 1 - I just needed to build up to it.
How was it? A Bakugo POV kiss!! Whoo
Lol
I’m gonna pass out now ✌️
Chapter 17: Leaving 1
Summary:
Not edited.
Yes, new arc. Party is over, Tokyo begins!!!
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Walking onto the porch, the cool air was sobering to Bakugo. He paused, taking a deep breath, not sure what he was planning on doing - until he saw what state Ayumi was in. For, the way she ran from the closet, pushing away from him, sent a pang to his heart of guilt.
Did I go to far?
Shaking his head, Bakugo looked around. And there she was, sitting on the rocking bench to the left, near to the corner of the porch, nearly hidden. Her clothes were still a bit messed up, scrunched around her thighs and neckline, smeared lipstick marring her skin down to her chin, hair ruffled in the back. Her knee was pulled up and she was hugging it, looking out over the darkened street with a blank face.
Breathing in and out slowly, her appearance reinforcing what just happened, Bakugo went over and sat down next to her. Not where he would brush against her, but just a few inches apart. She didn't flinch, aware of his presence once he stepped out the house.
Bakugo was unsure of what to say. His mind and body was still clogged with thoughts on how she felt in his arms, the softness of her body, the taste of her lips.
He wanted more.
He shouldn't want more.
So Bakugo was hesitant to speak up, not wanting to say the wrong thing, to make their entire relationship, thus far, just... fall apart.
It was the first time he was nervous about something like this.
His mouth opened and closed, and then he nearly punched his mouth in frustration. What to say-
"I am not ready for a relationship, Bakugo."
Ayumi was the one to break the silence, speaking quietly. Bakugo didn't look over at her, just leaning forward, elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together.
He was expecting that, after all she shared with him; but it was sobering to hear, calming his heart down immediately, clearing his head.
Ayumi sighed, moving to rub between her brows. "And if you even start saying shit about it being your fault, I'll slap you," she grumbled out. "I only ran because I've never been able to... kiss like that on a first time - and I initiated."
The way Ayumi emphasized the words 'like that' made Bakugo think she felt almost the same as he, during their make-out. He wasn't sure if he should be proud over that fact, or worried - for his entire world felt uprooted when her lips were against his.
And yeah, she was the one to pull his face down to hers.
She rubbed her arms next, pushing her leg out, shaking it slightly. Bakugo decided it was time for him to say something, not wanting to pressure her into revealing all her thoughts. He had a good idea of where her mind was, and he has been there before. He was not pushing.
For, Bakugo did not know what the fuck he wanted. He was attracted to her, no shit, but when he woke to Ayumi in his bed, when she laid next to him on the pillow, resting on his shoulder... everything got twisted for him.
What did he want from Ayumi?
He did not know. For he shared the same sentiments as Ayumi, and was not ready for a relationship.
At least, that was what he thought.
"I ain't tryna force your ass into a relationship, Stars," Bakugo grunted, words still hard, having to push them out. "You're the only girl I trust right now, my partner. I don't fail no fucking dares, and I would still choose you over anyone else. Kissing you for a fucking challenge ain't a confession, Stars, so don't think that way."
Bakugo's heart felt tight as he spoke the words. He wish he could physically fight his heart at times, now being one of them.
When Ayumi didn't respond, Bakugo glanced at her. Her silver eyes were looking at him, a light purse to her lips with that smudged lipstick, that turned into a little, genuine smile as the two of them locked eyes.
Ayumi's black locks were mussed out of her face, a pink tint to her cheeks. And with the little smile and glint to her eyes... Bakugo almost blanked out, ready to just stare at her.
"Thank you, Bakugo. I'm glad we've gotten this close."
Ayumi said it so sincerely, her voice back to that silvery liquid that covered him wonderfully, sending chills through his body. In return, he was unable to stop the tilt of his lips, to stop the beating of his heart.
He felt as if something has changed between the two of them. For better or worse, that will come to fruition later.
But, in response, wanting to change the tone before he took things to far again, Bakugo simply said:
"You sound like a dork."
Ayumi gasped egregiously and slapped his bicep. Bakugo smiled a bit wider.
••••••••••
Ayumi had to drag herself out of bed the next morning, Sunday. She got back to the dorms late, seeing as after the kissing scene, she and Bakugo rejoined the group and ended up hanging out til 1 in the morning.
That kiss refused to leave her mind. Not only because of all the contact that had gone on, with no discomfort and only sensitivity heightening the feelings. But because of how her mind melted away as soon as Bakugo's lips touched hers, how her body nearly crumbled from the feel of his hands on her, of his body pressed against hers.
It felt better then sex. Better than her masturbation session. Just from a make-out, Ayumi nearly lost all sensibility.
And then her senses knocked back into her.
She was not ready for a relationship like that. Not yet. She wasn't looking for a rebound, and did not want to start something too soon, ruining her blossoming friendship with Bakugo. Maybe something more, only time will tell.
But, right now, she should not be thinking of that. No, she was currently walking the two blocks from the bus-stop, two blocks from home, about to have a meeting with her parents over who-knows what.
Then she has to pack for Tokyo.
Where she will be staying with Bakugo for 3 months-
Ayumi shook her head, refusing to let any more thoughts in, not until after this family meeting. Family, for she got a text from Ren saying he'll be calling in, unable to make the trip due-to classes.
Something was wrong, then, and Ayumi was nervous. Her parents practically never held family meetings unless it was serious. The last one they had was about a year ago, where she and Ren found out that Mawata, her cousin on her father's side, started dating Hawks and that Sizu, the mom of Mawata and the sister to Ayumi's father (Ayumi's aunt), got breast cancer.
So, no, Ayumi was not excited about this meeting.
When she opened the door, the house was silent. Even when the dogs popped up, they were quiet, padding over to Ayumi to let her pet them, rubbing against her legs as she toed her shoes off. The silence of the dogs meant her father was home - he hated them being super energetic and loud, especially because of his crazy work hours, so their family trained to get used to no barking or running when Ayumi's father is home.
"Ayumi?" A male voice called out.
"Yep," she responded, giving Berry one last head rub before she walked to the living room, where her father called her from. She rounded the corner to see her parents, her mom standing by the mini bar, her father setting a computer down with Ren on the screen.
"Hi," Ayumi said, stopping and sitting on the corner of the plush sofa. Her mom, Keira, acknowledged Ayumi with a nod and a cup of juice she raised. Her father, on the other hand, just checked to make sure Ayumi was sitting silent.
Ayumi did not look like her father at all, minus the pale skin and silver eyes. Isaki Reki was 43 years old, standing at 5'10, he was of a willowy build - strong but not packed with muscle. He had pale skin, sharp gray eyes, and light pink hair, brushed neatly.
"Your mother and I have something important to tell you." Keira rolled her eyes, sipping her drink. She was dressed in slacks and a gray blouse, elegant even in her house. Ayumi accepted the fact that he didn't even give her a minute to relax before he began. "Please note that, because you both are adults, we did not give much thinking into how this would effect you monetarily nor on where you live. You both have the allowance from the past years, and have managed to gain your own sufficient funds to support yourself."
"Yeah, yeah, what is it?" Ren interrupted, sighing loudly. "I have a job to get to. Hurry it up."
Reki cut his son a sharp look, even through the screen the effects were felt. Ren stood up straight, mouth in a straight line. Ayumi fought her grin. Until it fell away, as the words left her father's mouth.
"Your mother and I are getting divorced."
The world seemed to slow to a stop for Ayumi, as her head jerked to look up. Her father was as solemn as ever, factual as ever. Her mother simply drank the juice. Without her denial, it was a confirmation.
Seconds of silence passed. Ayumi's heart beat in her chest, loud in her ears.
Were they the most loving couple, always dating and showering each other with compliments every time they talked? No. Her parents were practical people, hardworking, merit based.
But they loved each other. Ayumi saw it, in the way they would silently help the other with no questions needed. When they would be there for the other. Time was meaningful to them, when they spent it together. Always, they chose each other over their children, in who to spend time with. In who to get gifts for. In who to share words of kindness and love, in the rare moments they wanted to.
Ayumi always saw them as an example. Not the perfect parents, but at least they were the silent but strong type. They would last. Their relationship was steady, it would stay firm against the waves of life that wanted to crash it down.
They were supposed to love each other, and stay together, for that's who they were. A strong, silent but happy, couple.
Yet, here they were, announcing their divorce with not much struggle.
Ren scoffed on the screen, finally reacting. "Looks like Mom is tired of the shit you do-"
"Do not, Renkyu, begin to slander me in my own house."
Keira clicked her tongue. "It's not your house, Reki."
Reki narrowed his eyes on his, now former, wife, jaw clenching momentarily with anger, his fists curling. Keira looked back at him with a cold gaze, as if trying to tell him she was unafraid of him. Ayumi, however, was rooted to her seat, unable to react. Still in shock at that one sentence.
Getting divorced.
Reki sighed, tearing his gaze away from Keira. "We'll see, Keira. That is all."
With tense words, Reki finished, grabbing his briefcase that was on the table and walking out of the room. The sound of him putting his shoes on, grabbing his jacket, was all that was heard. Then the door slammed as he left the house.
Maybe for the last time.
Keira set her glass down on the mini-bar. "It's for the best, Ayumi," she told her daughter, not looking in her direction. "You'll learn why, soon enough. He's taking me to court."
And with that last blow of information, her mother left the room, heading up the stairs.
Finally, Ayumi reacted. She slumped, slouching in on herself, placing the palm of her hands to her eyes.
"... I'll see you soon, lil' sis," Ren says, alluding the the fact he was to be in Tokyo later this week, at the same time as her.
Ayumi didn't respond. Eventually, Ren hung up, leaving Ayumi in resounding silence.
Why did all the relationships that mattered, that were supposed to last, just... fall apart?
Notes:
So, Ayumi's going through it. First Monoma, now her parents... every couple she had believed in just fell through.
Also, yes. If you didn't catch my drift (or see it in tags), this divorce is gonna lead to a lot of drama. I'm excited.
Also - I love Bakugo for being understanding. Even though I wrote it.
Chapter 18: Leaving 2
Summary:
Shower + music = best combo
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
That night, after coming back to her dorm room and flopping on the bed, Ayumi finished packing for 3 months. After scrolling on YouTube and Instagram without paying attention to shit, Ayumi passed out only to remember she had to finish stuffing her clothes in a luggage.
Because she is going to Tokyo.
To spend three months with Bakugo.
Someone she can't stop thinking about, even more so after that kiss.
I'm fucked, Ayumi thinks as she closes the second of her luggages, nearly all her clothes packed into it. Mainly clothes fit for warmer weather, but emergency clothes for cold weather as well. Undergarments, accessories, shoes, makeup, everything she would need. Her devices, excluding her phone and headphones, were in her backpack, as well as her two textbooks for the two classes she had this semester. The only things not packed were her morning wash-up kit, which would be stuffed into a random luggage in the morning.
It was too late to back out of it now, everything finalized. And still, she did want to go to Tokyo. All the chefs she loved were located there, and it would be easier to do the field research there.
But the news her parents gave her, just a few hours ago, put a damper on her mood. As well as her confusion on what to do with Bakugo.
She told him the truth. She is not ready for a relationship. And after seeing the end of a prime example of a quiet-but-steady love, Ayumi feels even less prepared now. As if everyone she loves, including herself, is failing love-life right now. And that makes her nervous to move forward, to risk building something up only for it to come crashing down.
Yet, even the fact that Ayumi is having these thoughts of Bakugo is scary to her. She is considering him for a long-term relationship? After only a month? Is that a rebound? Is he the same as Monoma in a different way, and really only interested in her body, and will dump her when she tries to push for more? Or is he what Ayumi thinks of him, so far, and a more in-depth, personal guy, who puts his loyalty and efforts into the person he is in a relationship with, with the person he loves?
Too many questions, and she did not need them right now.
Groaning, Ayumi stood up, stretching her back and arms, before deciding a good, hot shower is what she needs. Soothe her tense muscles, relax her body, so she can rest easily tonight. Honestly, she was even considering masturbation, since she now knows how calm and tired her body can become after a good... climax.
And all because she was coaxed into it by Bak-
"Nope," Ayumi muttered, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and throwing it onto the floor somewhere, her breasts bouncing from the force. "No more thinking of anything else but need for sleep."
She slipped her shorts off, leaving her in the middle of her room in mismatching underwear. Ayumi then grabbed her phone, going to her 'singing in the shower' playlist, of 56 songs, and pressed shuffle. She connected it to the speaker in the corner of her room, where she could hear it easily even in the shower, although it was definitely not on blast.
"Hype Boy" by NewJeans was the first song played, and Ayumi instantly began singing as she gathered new panties and pajamas and her shower utilities. She danced when the chorus came on, unable to help herself, letting herself relax and even toss her hair freely.
It was rare for Ayumi to dance like this to music. She loved listening to music, but to actually let herself dance freely was saved for moments when she was too stressed and needed a moment to herself.
As she turned the water on, before jumping in, "No Tears Left To Cry", by Ariana Grande, began to play, and Ayumi prioritized trying to stay in pitch versus shouting the lyrics. Her ears were sensitive even to her own voice, at times.
Ayumi stayed a bit too long in the shower, thoroughly massaging her hair to the song of "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift, struggling to wash her body when she was dancing to "The Feels" by Twice, and then was stuck in the bathroom, using her face-wash bottle as a mic as she tried her best to belt to "Love on the Brain" by Rihanna. To say that her playlist was a random mixing of songs was an understatement.
She was so relaxed and into her music that, by the time she shimmied out of the bathroom in nothing but two towels (one for her body and for her hair), she was almost ,quite literally, shaking her ass to "Paradise" by EXO.
"I want to get close to you babe, hands up on your hips," Ayumi sung, swaying her hips a bit too much to be taken seriously by an onlooker, lost in her own world to the R&B - Funk inspired song. "Damn girl you got me, you're the only one to make me do it like- agh!"
Ayumi screeched. So much so that her own ears rung, heart racing inside her chest, breath constricting as her hands clutched the towel at her breasts, keeping it up. Her eyes turned wide as saucers, her breath a pant as she stopped herself from nearly slipping and landing on her ass.
For the door popped open, right as Ayumi was about to drop her towel. And in the doorway was a man who looked as shocked as Ayumi was right noq.
Bakugo Katsuki.
He wore a plain navy t-shirt and black joggers, frozen with wide, crimson eyes whose gaze burned into Ayumi's skin, hand still in the position of when he pushed the door open.
Then a smug grin split his lips as Ayumi flushed a deep red, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment from him seeing her dancing and singing, but also at her almost exposing herself to him by accident.
"You didn't answer your phone," he briefly explained to Ayumi's red face, showing his call history in a flash. Then he glanced behind his back, as if making sure no one else was there, before stepping in and closing the door behind him. With the door clicked shut, "Slow" by Jackson Wang and Ciarra started to play, a slow and sultry pop/R&B sound.
Bakugo cocked a brow at the song and Ayumi fumbled, rushing to her phone to pause the music. "M-my phone is on do-not-disturb," she pushed out, clutching her towel for dear life. A tiny mistake and everything will be revealed, including the tattoo she had hidden.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, DollFace - or towel," he teased, at her obvious lack of wearing panties, making Ayumi even redder. "Just go change. We don't need any more assholes walking in on a towel inches away from exposing everything."
"Are you one of those assholes?" Ayumi managed to quip back as she nabbed her pajamas from the bed, including the strawberry-printed underwear she was hoping with all her might he did not see, rushing back to the bathroom.
Bakugo's smirk widened. "Nah, I'll be the asshole the towel drops for," he teased back, sitting on her bed with legs spreading wide, Ayumi closing the door behind her.
In the silence of her bathroom, she paused against the door, breathing in deeply. Her heart was racing, and even more so after that statement by her partner.
And honestly... she could see truth in that statement.
That worried her.
What also worried her was how the fuck did she forget that Bakugo was coming over to talk about the plans for tomorrow? She had a sinking feeling that Miya eagerly led Bakugo to Ayumi's room, hearing the music and knowing full well what was going on behind the door.
And she had a sinking feeling that Bakugo would be using this moment as a chance to constantly tease Ayumi, throughout the next 3 months.
Great.
Note the sarcasm.
Now, Ayumi just needed to get dressed and find the courage to walk back out, to her room, with Bakugo sitting on her bed, without her blushing like a fanatic.
Not so easy.
Notes:
I just needed to get this out. I am all over the fucking place these past few weeks, and I feel bad for not publishing faster. I think, in like 2 weeks, I can write more often.
Chapter Text
Ayumi was still stunned, Monday morning, at the array before her. The reason Bakugo came to visit her was to inform her of the living arrangements, which Endeavor Agency sent out. And it included a townhouse and roommates.
Three other people, outside of Bakugo and her. Midoriya, Hatsume, and Todoroki. A varied set of characters, in Ayumi's opinion. The hothead, the dork, the overly aggressive engineer, the quiet guy, and the cook in Ayumi.
And, to top it off, her mom asked if it would be better for Ayumi to take the dogs or not. While Ayumi would have loved to take the dogs, Melon, Berry and Blue, she knew her mom needed their support. Even with Isaki's cold attitude, she loved the dogs wholeheartedly and was amazing towards them. So Ayumi told her to keep the dog.
It took a little bit to pack the car, with everyone except Bakugo and Midoriya being sleep deprived. They were standing out in the student parking lot at 5:30 am, when three out of five never woke up before 7:30 at the earliest.
Unsurprisingly, hatsume has the most baggages. Ayumi only had her two, plus her purse and bag that would sit with her. After packing the trunk full, Bakugo cursing under his breath the entire time about driving with dumbasses, everyone filled in the car.
Bakugo was the driver, seeing as he took his family's SUV, made to fit at most 8 people. After a game of rock-paper-scissors, Ayumi ended up in the passenger seat, with Todoroki, Midoriya and Hatsume comfortable in the back. Still, with Todoroki and his long legs behind her, she pulled the chair forward as much as she could, to make it more comfortable. Bakugo shook his head at her actions.
Hatsume had her hair cut short to her jaw, out of the thick locks and loose in a thick sheet of pink hair. Her golden, target shaped eyes always seemed amused as she talked with Midoriya about anything gear or hero related. Midoriya, with his scarred arms revealed, had shorter hair and a bigger build. Todoroki kept his hair length the same, though he grew taller and wider, still mainly lean. He was still a few inches taller than Bakugo, but not by much.
When the drive started, a three hour drive, Ayumi couldn't fight it and passed out. She woke to a music radio station on, the low volume filling the car. It was quiet. Yawning, and rubbing her bleary eyes, she checked on the three in the back.
They were asleep. hatsume fell on Midoriya's shoulder, drooling. The green-haired man was leaning on the window, also drooling. Todoroki had a neck-pillow on, a blindfold, and headphones.
Still blinking her sleepiness away, she looked over to Bakugo. The sun was fully risen at this point, shining through the window on his side. It illuminated his features, outlining him in gold. Dressed in a navy-blue t-shirt, his muscled arm was out, lightly tensed as he held onto the steering wheel with full confidence, driving as if it was part of him. He had sunglasses on, to fight off the glare of the sun, and sat relaxed in his seat. His other hand rested gently on the driving stick, a finger tapping to the beat of the song softly.
Ayumi felt her throat go dry as a warmth slowly seeped into her bones, settling low on her abdomen. She never was attracted to a man driving, never understood what was so hot about it in scenes on shows or in books.
But seeing it herself, she finally understood. That hand didn't look like it was just made for driving -- it looked as if it could be her as the wheel, the one on her knees for him, his hand guiding and controlling her every motion as he would poun-
Ayumi grabbed her water-bottle and drunk with intensity as the thoughts dirtied her mind, feeling her cheeks heat. Bakugo glanced at her, seeing the way she was suddenly averting her eyes with the red cheeks, drinking her cold water with strength. A smirk crossed his lips at the sight.
She shook her head softly, refusing to let the thoughts take root. She was already struggling enough to keep her mind clean, not focused on anything Bakugo related since the kiss. She does not need an image of a sweaty, naked Bakugo behind her, taking control of her body as she gave into him, on all fours-
"You okay, DollFace?" Bakugo's deep voice rattled her. Ayumi almost jumped at it, as her efforts only brought more images. "You look a little red there," he teased.
Ayumi tossed him a glare, paired with her blushing face, that made his smirk widen. "I'm fine," she grumbled back. No, she wasn't. She was imaging her partner in ways she really shouldn't be.
"Really?" He sounded doubtful, with a mischievous edge to his voice. Ayumi adjusted in her seat, glancing at the rearview mirror to make sure the others were asleep. She wasn't sure why her mind was in the gutter, or why her body was heating in all the wrong places, but she didn't want to be outright caught by the others.
"I don't think you're just fine, DollFace," Bakugo continued lowly, slowly maneuvering as the road curved, smoothly, with full confidence. Ayumi wanted to slap sense into her. "What thoughts are going on inside that mind of yours, hmm?"
Ayumi wasn't going to tell him. Not when anyone of the people in the back could wake up and hear what she was thinking. Not when she was trying to avoid thinking of Bakugo in this way, of trying to avoid a relationship.
For every relationship she has cherished has gone down the drain.
The thought iced her, and she turned her gaze out of the window. Her heart calmed, watching the green scenery pass by as they drove through the countryside. Faster than taking the main highway.
"My parents are divorcing, and it doesn't really affect my living or monetary life," she find herself spilling, not sure why. Why it felt so easy to let it be said to him. "But it fucking sucks to see people who I thought had a quiet but strong relationship just... end it."
A silence filled the car after her words. Her body became fidgety, at the lack of response, and she glanced to see Bakugo's jaw tensed, his hand gripping the wheel tight. Ayumi felt confused at seeing him look... angry.
Was it because she stopped the flirting session? Because she told him more information about her that she should have kept to herself? Or is it because -
"Sometimes, people you care for don't seem different until it fucking ends out of nowhere." Ayumi blinked at the tone of Bakugo's voice, at the words he said. It sounded... personal. It made her heart pang in response.
"And you think of how shitty it was to not notice anything and wish you could make a difference. But you fucking can't. It ain't your fault that others can't keep their shit together, or they hide the fucking truth from you. So don't start blaming yourself for shit you can't control. All you can fucking do is try to move on."
Ayumi, with one arm propped on the leather of the door, gently probed with her eyes. The way Bakugo spoke was someone who had experience with it all. The loss of someone, out of nowhere. As if betrayed, as if there was no sign until the very end.
Maybe that was why his words hit her heart, settling down and refusing to leave. Maybe that was why he quietly understood the pain Ayumi felt, why he was okay at letting her go at her own pace. Maybe that was why they found a connection so fast.
Bakugo glanced at her again, before tsking at the obvious curious look on her face. "Stop staring so damn much, Stars."
Pursing her lips, Ayumi looked back to the road. "You make me curious," she said softly, unable to stop the words from escaping. It was true. The more she talked to him, the more about him she wanted to know.
He made a sound like a brief, deep chuckle. "If you want to know, you'll have to ask."
Ayumi's face scrunched. She wasn't one to ask deep questions.
A noise sounded from the back and Ayumi looked in the rearview mirror to see Todoroki taking his headphones off, slipping his blindfold back. He looked awake now, compared to the half-closed eyes he held earlier this morning.
"Let's get food."
A statement, not a question.
And the second he said it, a drooling Hatsume popped up, eyes wide open. "Food? Did someone say food!?"
"For fuck sake," Bakugo cursed under his breath, while a smile crossed Ayumi's lips.
••••••••••
The townhouse was cute and perfect sized. The walls were an off-white, with light-wood flooring. It was right next to downtown, so there were a good amount of people driving past to get to their respective houses.
The kitchen was a bit small, but it was doable. There was also a small dining room, but the living room had a large sofa and chair and coffee table, where Ayumi felt most people would be eating. There were two bedrooms on the first floor, as well as the laundry room and a small bathroom with a shower.
All together, there were six bedrooms, each with a queen bed. Ayumi and Hatsume took the two rooms on the first floor, to share the bathroom, while the men trucked their luggages upstairs. The rooms were cute, with a green wall, shelves made into the wall, nice closet space, a desk, and comfortable bed sets.
Ayumi was pleasantly surprised with the decor. It was very nice, very welcoming, and big enough for them. Though, admittedly, the men took up most of the space when they moved, seeing how big they were. And Ayumi loved her room for she had a little recliner.
And there was shelving for slippers right next to the entrance, which Ayumi used as soon as she set her luggage down. With blue slippers on her feet, Ayumi sent some pictures to her group chat with Itsuki and Miya, before checking the status of the kitchen.
They already did a tally of who can cook. Only Ayumi and Bakugo, so, minus any takeout, they were in charge of meals -- not that she minded. And the kitchen was in good standing, even a little small. All utensils and cooking-ware was provided, a nice size oven and stove, and a good size fridge. Though, except some water and ramen packets, the cupboard and fridge was bare.
Then Ayumi checked on the bathroom between the room of hers and Hatsume -- who was currently unpacking her four luggages.
It was small but manageable. A shower, no bath, a sink and toilet. There was s door between the sink and toilet, and the shower. So one of them could shower while the other was washing up... she'll need to make a schedule with Hatsume. But at least there were clean towels and toilet paper stocked.
Ayumi had an urge to check the bathroom status upstairs, and to make a bet with Hatsume to see which of the would snap first. Ayumi had a sneaking suspicion it would be Bakugo, but that was for a later time.
After thoroughly examining the room, and hearing a few shouts from upstairs, Bakugo finally came down, muttering under his breath, keys in his hand.
"We need to go shopping for food. We have nothing," Ayumi called from her lounging on the sofa. It was a mint green, and she lay on it, taking up three-quarters. Bakugo paused, as if taken unaware of her presence, and Ayumi bit her lip to hide her smile.
Bakugo turned those crimson eyes to scan over her. For some odd reason, she felt the gaze, as if it were his hands gently trailing over her body. It took a lot out of her to not clench her thighs and fidget under his gaze. Especially how they lingered on her thighs, which were exposed due the the short-shorts she was wearing.
He clicked his tongue and motioned with his head for her to stand up "Let's go."
It was like a command.
Ayumi should not have listened. Probably mess with him a bit. For she shouldn't just want to listen to his command like that, follow it without thinking. It should not warm her body and pool heat low in her core.
Yet, it did. Yet, she found herself getting up and grabbing her prepared purse, following him at the door.
What is wrong with me, she wondered.
Notes:
This is, essentially, what the townhouse look likes. There are changes to the kitchen, living room, and bathroom, but the overall design and decor is the same.
https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/30706760?adults=6&children=0&infants=0&pets=0&check_in=2023-02-22&check_out=2023-02-27&source_impression_id=p3_1671590591_mjBYqk9ADJkG2XJoAlso, why are commands in books from hot guys always so... hot?
Or is it just me and my Dark Romance mind?
Chapter 20: New Temptations 1
Summary:
Desire ain't easy lol
Not edited. I will edit later.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Bakugo struggled to keep his eyes off of Ayumi as they walked around the grocery store, stockpiling on foods. Even if only he knew how to cook, he still would've only taken her shopping with him. The other dumbasses were driving him crazy, and when he took one look at Ayumi after coming down the stairs...
Well, all thoughts of anger and annoyance vanished.
What remained was the fight to stop staring at the soft legs that were on display, or the round breasts that were pushed up by the bra, more pronounced when she was laying down. He remembered the feel of her plush thighs, how soft her breasts were when they pressed against him, even through clothing. And he wanted nothing more than to rip the layers of clothes between and feel them, skin-to-skin—
"Any noodles other than ramen?" Her smooth voice interrupted his inappropriate thoughts, his eyes glancing to see the woman who was ruining his mind just pursing her lips, dumping a large multi-pack of ramen into the cart - which was practically overflowing.
Endeavor Agency gave a large allowance for basic needs and food, and they planned on buying as much as they can.
"Soba. I don't need GG Bastard throwing a damn fit," Bakugo pushed out, forcing thoughts of Kirishima's crocs and Midoriya's face into his mind to make sure he wasn't about to be walking around with a boner.
It was working. For the most part. As long as he wasn't looking at her.
She grabbed another large multi-pack of soba noodles before looking at the cart and mumbling to herself. Absentmindedly, Ayumi tucked a stray lock behind her ear as her grey eyes speedily looked over the cart. Bakugo had to fight another urge - to just touch her hair. It was soft and he liked how it felt, wrapped in his hand.
"Unless you want drinks other than water, we have everything," she announced, eyes popping up to his. They widened slightly, a slight blush hitting her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. "Let's just get them." And she turned on her heels and sped away towards the drink aisle.
Bakugo struggled to keep his smirk to himself. He liked seeing her a little flustered - even in public. He then followed, pushing the cart behind her. They turned down a few aisles until the drink section, where Ayumi immediately grabbed two canned boxes of Arizona Green Tea.
Likes Green Tea. Noted- why the fuck am I noting?
Bakugo shook his head and mentioned to grab some Cola cans, which she did. As Ayumi slid them on the holding bar underneath the main cart, someone called her name.
A feminine voice. A. voice that locked every muscle in his body, setting Bakugo as still as a statue. His eyes widened slightly and turned to see the pink-haired girl he never wanted to see again walk down the aisle. See her hug Ayumi, both with a smile on their faces.
"Wow, I didn't think I'd see you here," Ayumi said, voice light, a soft smile crossing her lips. Bakugo was staring between the two women, one who calmed him with a glance, the other who made his hackles rise and an urge to fight rise.
"Me neither. You should've said you'd be in Tokyo, that way we can hang out," Mawata said calmly, nudging Ayumi lightly. Then she glanced over to Bakugo, and it took a lot to stop himself from melting the handle of the cart.
She had light-pink hair that fell to her shoulders, gray eyes that he once thought were clouds now looked like a dirty filter, and pale skin. She was two inches taller than Ayumi and her body was muscled from being a Hero.
"Oh, hello Bakugo."
Bakugo didn't respond. Ayumi glanced at him in return, and the way her eyes that looked like stars eyes darkened as she looked him over made it obvious that she saw his discomfort.
"You know Bakugo?" Ayumi spoke up for him. For Bakugo didn't know what would happen if he did open his mouth. Would he snap and do something so dumb and get put in jail? Or would he cause a loud scene and get a shit ton of outlets involved?
Neither was an option.
So, in his mind, he thanked Ayumi for taking charge.
"Well, yeah, we were in the Hero course, for starters. We did some missions together." The way Mawata spoke was as if nothing important ever occurred.
Which both didn't surprise Bakugo, considering what happened, and made his body tighten even more.
"Ah, I see." After Ayumi said that, an awkward silence filled the space between the three of them. Mawata stared too long at Bakugo, the urge to claw those eyes out were strong.
But he suppressed and forced words out in a harsh tone. "We need to get going, Stars," he directed to Ayumi, refusing to look any longer at the pink bitch.
"Uh, yeah, we need to go,' Ayumi fumbled, going along with Bakugo. "I'll call you later, Mawa."
"... okay. See you later, cuz."
With an impressive show of restraint, Bakugo both managed to walk past Mawata without snarling, and also managed not to snap to look at Ayumi.
Cuz. Cousins.
What the fuck.
They fell silent as they checked out, and it wasn't until they got to the car, beginning to load it, that Ayumi asked.
"Are you okay?" Her voice wasn't loud, more as if she wasn't trying to pry but was still willing to listen if he needed her. It made Bakugo pause, his crimson eyes landing on the small women who still loaded the trunk, as if she asked a nonchalant question.
Bakugo took a second to take her in again. She was small. All the women in the Hero course were muscled, and even if they were short they looked stronger because of said muscle. They weren't soft, they were trained.
Ayumi wasn't. She was short, barely reaching his neck. She was soft, little muscle on her frame from the exercise she does. She wasn't the strongest physically. But she had a presence no one could deny.
He has yet to see her use a Quirk. For all he knew, Ayumi could be Quirkless. But, damn, the girl gives off such a strong vibe. As if she's been through shit and only got stronger from it. As if everyone needs to listen to her, rely on her for things to go right.
And yet, Bakugo knows there is more to her. He's seen the tearful days, the painful nights, the changes she is overcoming.
And yet, Bakugo is unable to stay away from her. He should be wary of hurting her, handling too harsh, accidentally using his Quirk. Instead, Bakugo has the urge to get closer and closer to her.
Physically.
Emotionally.
It was screwing with his mind.
He tossed a heavy laundry detergent into the back and blew out a breath, running a hand through his hair.
"I'll be fine," Bakugo said gruffly, unable to find a way to voice anything right now. One day, he feels, he'll tell Ayumi the truth. Not today. "But she's your cousin?"
Ayumi nodded, not pushing. "Yeah, on my dad's side. She looks just like my dad and aunt."
He glanced again at Ayumi. There were similarities, with the pale skin and the gray eyes. But Ayumi had stars for eyes, a galaxy. And her skin blushed beautifully when teased. When kissed.
Mawata's didn't.
He put the last of the groceries in the car. "Lets make sure the idiot trio didn't ruin the fucking condo by now." And he slammed the car trunk.
••••••••••
Two evening's later, Ayumi stared at the ceiling, clutching her soft pillow as she was lost in thought. She was trying to go to bed. She had to change the sheets and comforter sleeve, for the original was too abrasive on her skin.
But even with the silk sheets and plush comforter sleeve, Ayumi was unable to find sleep easily. Even after being in Tokyo two weeks, she was still unused to rooming with other people. An engineer who would start tinkering in the middle of the night and left her underwear in the bathroom, peeving Ayumi's germaphobe side. Two morning freaks who always woke up to exercise and were too loud as they clunked around the condo. And the quiet guy who is surprisingly picky about shit.
Though, what was bothering her right now was the silence. Not from the over-talkative Hatsume or Midoriya, or the always quiet one, but from Bakugo. Ever since the random encounter with Mawata, he's been locked up. Not as reactive, not teasing like he used to.
Silent, upset, tense.
Ayumi was waiting for a moment to see if he would talk. She didn't want to push and get completely locked out, but she hated seeing him so... internally angry. Mawata was a bit of a bitch to people outside of her family and close friends, since she came from a rich family and had Hawks, the number 2 Hero, as a boyfriend. She always looked down on others.
So it made Ayumi wonder what she did to Bakugo. She doubt it was something simple, for Bakugo knows how to handle himself. And the curiosity for something she probably had no business knowing, was killing her.
After an hour or so of failing to sleep, Ayumi glanced at the electric clock on a shelve. It was past one am. So more than an hour of failing to sleep.
Sighing, she climbed out of bed, slipping her feet into her soft slippers. She wore very soft, silky pajamas; red shorts and a red camisole, both with white hearts decorating. No bra underneath, so when Ayumi got to the door, she listened closely to make sure no one was out.
Hearing no sound, she snuck out of her room. Ayumi was always quiet, for noise always affected her. Even sounds that would seem inconsequential to others used to grate on her nerves growing up, so she became silent. To avoid the squeak of a slipper, the too-loud creak of a door. Habit, to be silent.
And that silence followed her to the kitchen, where she got a cold bottle of water from the fridge, the silent space undisturbed even with her presence. She undid the bun on her hair, feeling relief and sighing as her black locks slid out, covering her shoulders with a bit of a ruffled look.
She made her way to the sofa, ready to grab the book she left on the lower shelf of the coffee table and read under the lamp until she felt tired. The lights were off in the living room, and since she was on one dose of suppressants, she didn't see him, since the silence was still undisturbed.
It wasn't till after she grabbed her book from below and moved to sit down, uncapping her water bottle, did he make a sound.
"As much as I'd like for you to sit on me, I'd rather it not be my knees -- shit!" He cursed as Ayumi yelped, jumping in the air, crushing the water bottle in her hand.
The water was cold, shocking her system as some splashed on her top, making her drop the bottle with a gasp. It also made her hit her knee on the corner of the table, which she cursed loudly about. Then she was hopping on one foot, dropping her book to hold her injured knee. But she started hopping on a puddle of water from the fallen bottle and slipped, another yelp escaping her mouth as she was about to fall onto the floor with a painful thud.
Until, of course, Bakugo grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her a bit before an arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her held up. Ayumi stared with wide eyes, heart racing in her chest as her free hand was a fist around her heart, panting from the mess of what just happened. Bakugo's crimson eyes stared down at her, really only visible due to the crack of moonlight coming from the window.
"It looks like you fell for me, huh?" Bakugo teased. Ayumi felt a blush to her cheeks as she realized her position, then used her free hand to slap his chest. She had to ignore how warm he felt through the clothing, the shocks that were running through her system with the hand on her skin. Had to ignore the smokey caramel scent drifting off of him.
"Why the fuck are you hiding in the dark, asshole," she grumbled, letting Bakugo help her sit on the sofa after he moved his legs. Not just because she wanted his touch on her longer or anything like that. Though she did wince a bit as her knee flared in pain.
"I wasn't hiding, Stars. You're the one that popped out of nowhere," Bakugo grunted as he flicked on the lamp, warm light filling the space, and his voice was deeper, huskier. As if he was woken up recently.
That brought a fresh and deeper blush to Ayumi's cheeks as she remembered what that deep, freshly arisen voice once told her to do. How she did it, what she imagined.
Ayumi felt the eyes on her skin, and remembered her camisole, her lack of a bra -- the fucking water spill. So she quickly picked up her book, which was safe from water thankfully, and grabbed the throw behind her, wrapping it around her body.
"Couldn't sleep?" She asked softly, finally glancing over at Bakugo. He wore a tank-top and shorts, letting his muscled arms be on display. And even though they were sitting, he was still looking down at her with those burning crimson eyes.
The space between them felt tight, a lack of air. Tense. As if something was tying them together, and the further apart the more painful it would be. The urge to close the distance, to feel his warmth, to soak in the electric experience of his kiss, swarmed Ayumi. She had to breathe deeply, out slowly, to try and calm her heating frame.
"Looks like neither could you."
Ayumi shrugged, struggling not to squeeze her thighs as his voice sent an ache between her legs, the tightening of her breasts. "And that is why I'll be reading here, if you don't mind." She held up her book. "It is a romance book, but you can read over my shoulder if you want."
Bakugo rolled his eyes before reaching for the coffee table. He grabbed a towel that was on it, threw it over the water on the floor, before dragging it closer. Ayumi had to lift her legs, frowning, knowing her knee was going to have a bruise on it.
At the same time, Ayumi and Bakugo rested their legs on the coffee table. Hers barely reached halfway, while his reached the end of the table. Ayumi huffed in annoyance -- she was aware she was smaller than most people she interacted with, but seeing how short she looked in comparison to Bakugo's legs was still a bit irking.
Then the back of the sofa behind her adjusted, and Ayumi glanced to see Bakugo settling in, an arm around her, though not touching her.
He leaned his head back, eyes closed, and sighed once. She saw the tension leave his body, relaxing instantly next to her. They were very close, such a small space between them, and Ayumi wanted that tiny gap to close.
She stayed still, though.
"I won't read and I won't leave. But stay where you are, Stars. Don't leave."
A racing beat was her heart, as she felt a pounding in her chest. The way the words sunk into her flesh, gripping on, sinking deep, locking her into place should have terrified her. She was not ready for a relationship. Not at all. Didn't want to risk it, a month after her years-long relationship. Didn't want a rebound.
And words like that, from someone she was undeniably attracted to, should have made her close off and walk away. Not ready to risk it. not ready to start again.
Instead, she stayed right where she was. She relaxed into the blanket and the sofa. And she opened her book and read, until her eyes closed on their own and she fell into a warmth that enveloped her in peace.
Notes:
My fucking english profess (asynchronous online class) gave me 6/100 on the exam. Apparently, he believes that most of the people's exams had academic dishonesty. I even went into my search history and wrote a long ass email explaining that I was not being academically dishonest, and I did not plagiarize, and if he took points off for it I want proof, and if I simply failed (which I don't do) I want a reason why because there was ZERO feedback. And if he can't give me a real reason why I ain't having this.
Yay. Summer is sooo fun.
Chapter 21: New Temptations 2
Summary:
Its hard to ignore the sleeping pair… 😏
And one of my favorite tropes lol
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Bakugo woke up slowly, naturally, on a body clock. He was disoriented at first, wondering why he could see the TV in the living room, until everything from last night rushed in. He immediately looked down, to where a soft body warmed his side.
Ayumi lay on him, both of them splayed out on the sofa, somehow moving in their sleep together. Her legs wrapped around one of his, shorts riding up to expose more of her soft and smooth thighs. Her torso was pressed into his side, molded against him, her breasts pushing up in her loose top, threatening to expose more than the milky flesh that already captured his attention. Her head rested in a crook between his arm and sofa, letting Bakugo see her lips open softly, eyes gently closed, strands of hair scattered on her face and waving down her body.
Bakugo didn't know how they got there, with one arm wrapped under her, resting on her waist. But, damnit, could he stay here for a while, doing nothing but watch her sleep.
It reminded him of the night she called him, after her encounter with the fucking 4-timer douchebag. How, that morning, she had him lay next to her, her head on his shoulder, and they fell asleep together. How, when he woke up, she was holding his arm tight and snuggled into his shoulder, peaceful.
There was something about sleeping with Ayumi that made his day so much better, his mind clearer.
Though, with sleepiness still lingering in his mind, his eyes found it hard to pull away from the smooth mounds of flesh that he wanted to expose, to see their entirety, to touch and fondle their softness-
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, forcing his eyes shut and adjusting his pants. He was glad none of Ayumi's limbs was on his pelvis area, for something would have poked her awake now.
Breathing out slowly, he opened his eyes again, this time gazing at her lips. It was nearly torture, this past week, being around her, seeing her lip, remembering how it felt, and knowing he couldn't just kiss her. For every-time Bakugou saw her soft, pink lips, he wanted to drop whatever the fuck he was doing and grab Ayumi and kiss the shit out of her.
He was hoping that the next kiss wouldn't feel as electric, as consuming, as it did. For if it did, he knew there would be no escape for him. But, somewhere inside, Bakugou knew instinctively that each of her kisses would feel like pure energy to his system.
Sighing, Bakugou's sleepiness almost allowed him to touch the pad of his free hand to her lips.
Until he heard footsteps on the stairs.
His eyes widened, and he knew of only one other person in this townhouse that would be awake. So, Bakugou quickly grabbed the blanket that was on his side and threw it over Ayumi, over her her thighs, up to her chin, making sure no one would see her like this.
But she said she's had sex with two other guys—
Bakugou forced the thought out as Midoriya walked into view, stretching his arms. His green eyes glanced over to the paired Bakugou and Ayumi, glanced away, then looked back in a hurry as he jumped, holding his chest in surprise.
Midoriya and Bakugou locked eyes. A few seconds if silence followed.
"... I thought nothing was going on with her?" Midoriya questioned, his hand slowly reaching towards his back pocket.
"That's right," Bakugou said back lowly. He would have threatened Midoriya and ran to him, but he didn't want to disturb Ayumi.
Midoriya slid his phone out his pocket. "This doesn't look like nothing."
"Deku, we ain't fucking together. But you are not going to say shit to anyone or I swear on my fucking life I'll beat your ass up to a pulp," Bakugou growled out, meaning every word he said.
Midoriya simply clicked a few photos on his phone, undisturbed by the threats. He has been threatened by Bakugou as long as he could remember, and it didn't bother him anymore — especially considering that their relationship is much better and closer than what it used to be.
"I won't. This is just to show everyone, after the announcement, that I was in the know all along." Midoriya gave a mischievous smile and turned to leave. "Don't be late."
Bakugou rolled his eyes, sighed and glanced back down at Ayumi. She was still sleep, peacefully in hid arms, still holding him tight around his torso, under the blanket. He knew he had to out her in her room, but he was hesitant to separate from her just yet—
Another snap sounded out and Bakugou's gaze snapped forward, to see Midoriya taking one last photo from the hallway.
"What the fuck—"
"I just needed a good photo without you frowning," he cut Bakugou off, waving his phone with a big smile. "Don't worry, I'll send you the pic."
And with that, Midoriya left, leaving Bakugou cursing him out under his breath.
Then he looked back down to Ayumi.
Damn, he really didn't want to go to work today.
••••••••••
Ayumi rolled her eyes as her two friends, their faces on the corner of the screen of her computer, began shouting at each other.
"I told you its not fucking eleven, you dumbass!" Miya yelled at Itsuki, who frowned and pointed down to his paper with a pen.
"I'm pretty sure five plus six is fucking eleven--"
"Where did you even get five?" Ayumi cut in, trying her best not to smile wider as Itsuki's brown eyes widened.
"W-what? If you get the sixth derivative of the original equation, shouldn't it be five?"
"No - agh, you fucking dumbass," Miya groaned, falling over and out of picture, cursing.
"It's the seventh derivative, and its three and four-fifths," Ayumi supplied, looking over her neat math work that she completed in half an hour. She was the math-lover of the group, and always helped Miya and Itsuki, though never gave them the answers flat out. Miya, over the years, became good at it, though she still made mistakes.
Itsuki, on the other hand... lets just say he shouldn't be in charge of anything to do with numbers.
Itsuki crossed out with his pen, trying to fix his mistake -- one Ayumi had no idea how he made. "And how did you even get six? Six is not even a multiple of thirty-two--"
"Yeah, yeah, I don't fucking know, I'm shit at math," Itsuki complained, rushing to fix his problems. "So can we take a break and have you tell us how life with three Hero students and a crazy engineer is going?"
"I wanna know about how things with your hot ass partner is going?" Miya popped up instantly, her wiggling eyebrows seen from a mile away.
Ayumi blew out a breath and averted her eyes from the computer, fighting the blush that began to creep up. She was alone, with even Hatsume working at Endeavor Agency as a support/engineer role, so it wasn't the risk of being overheard that made her blush.
It was the fact that she has yet to tell them she kissed Bakugo, and that every day she wanted to do it again. The fact that she fell asleep on the sofa last night, and blacked out till she woke up in her bed, under the covers, alone. Yeah, she was a deep sleeper, but never deep enough that she wouldn't feel someone touching her, moving her, talking.
It was too much for Ayumi. Her attraction was steadily growing by the day, and she didn't want it to. Instead of just trying to treat Bakugo as a friend, she feels she needs to find a reason why she shouldn't like him.
Because, so far, he's only done shit that makes her trust him, makes her want to be around him.
Clearing her throat, Ayumi glanced at the clock. "Shit, I need to go," she muttered, closing her math notebook and stretching her arms.
"No you don't! Stop trying to escape without talking to us!" Miya grabbed her phone and thrusted it in her face, her green eyes wide and taking up the screen.
"Yeah, even I am interested," Itsuki added, smirking. "Does this mean something smexy is going on, huh?"
"Shut up, you imbeciles," Ayumi pursed her lips, knowing her cheeks were red, but not clear on a screen. "I'm meeting Ren for lunch while simultaneously doing some work for the contest. See you later."
Ayumi heard them start talking again, but she quickly hung up and shut her computer, sighing deeply and bowing her head.
She needs to get herself together. She can't fall into temptation, no matter how much she wants to.
••••••••••
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"Like what?"
"... do you have hickey's or something--"
"Ren, what the fuck?" Ayumi smacked her brother's arm as they began to walk into the traditional Japanese restaurant, before she adjusted the collar of her shirt. She wore a light yellow sweater, with a rounded-flat collar, and a gray, a-line skirt to the middle of her calves. It was a chilly day, compared to the heat of the previous days, and Ayumi decided to dress up a little bit.
And now Ren was making her regret.
"I just wore it cause I thought it was cute," Ayumi grumbled, walking up to the host, who recognized her. Ren just chuckled under his breath, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Ah! Isaki Ayumi! And your brother as well! I'm sure the Head Chef will be glad to see you!" The male host said with a welcoming smile.
"I hope so. It has been a few months," Ayumi responded with a smile. "Please pass a message that I have to talk to him -- but after lunch, of course," she continued, patting her wide purse gently. The male host glanced down and blushed a bit, clearing his throat and bowing.
"Of course. Please, follow me." he turned on his heals with two menus and Ren and Ayumi followed. Ren bent down and whispered into Ayumi's ear:
"If he keeps checking you out he's gonna lose his -- agh," he grunted as Ayumi elbowed him professionally in the gut, not losing her smile.
The host set them down at a table, gave them the menus, and walked towards the back kitchen.
After the two decided on what to eat, a beat of silence followed them, oriental music filling the background. So far, neither of them addressed what happened on Sunday, but Ayumi knew it was coming.
She still didn't know exactly how she felt. Discouraged, for sure, and sad. But, why/ That was her main question.
Why a divorce?
Would she have to pick a side? If they go to court?
"... It'll be fine, Ayumi," Ren spoke up, softly. Ayumi's eyes snapped to him as she took a sip of water. He smiled, albeit a sad one. "It's been a long time coming. They hid it well from you, but our Dad has always been an asshole and Mom has had enough."
He shrugged as he finished the sentence, but before Ayumi could speak, a waitress came to take their orders. After she left, Ayumi let out a long breath.
"I never saw. I just thought they had a quiet yet strong relationship."
"It was like that at first. I don't know what changed it, but it did."
Ayumi grimaced as she put her glass of Cola back on the table. "I just don't want to be dragged in any court battles, most of all."
"Hmm, let's hope," he answered shortly, popping a cracker in his mouth. Then his green eyes turned curious. "What do you have to talk to the chef about?"
"Ah," Ayumi sat up straighter, excited about her mission today. "We're cooking friends. He taught me how to filet a whole fish, including a tuna the size of my body." She said that part with a breathiness of excitement, remembering how scared she once was but how she felt so confident after doing it herself.
Tuna's were gigantic, some of them her size, maybe bigger. Being able to perfectly filet one gave her a sense of power.
"Anyways, I am going to ask him if he'd be willing to be an instructor for the cooking department my partner and I are working on, if we win," Ayumi began explaining. She briefly told Ren about the competition before, so he wasn't completely out of the know. "He's one of the best Traditional Japanese chef's in the world, and since we're close it would be great to have him. We have to build a list of willing instructors, and give a more accurate cost -- and we're working with a budget of 1.2 million a year."
By how much energy she gained from talking about this competition, it was obvious she was very eager. At first, she was hesitant. But, once her and bakugo's proposal got approved, her confidence was boosted. Ayumi was hellbent on putting all effort into this, to make a dream of hers come true.
And Ren could tell. He popped a brow. "So, where is your partner?"
"He's working at Endeavor Agency. He's a Hero Course student, and he is working as a sidekick. So we made a deal -- I would visit a restaurant on my own during the week, and during the weekends we'd do some joint work. And he's heading the draft of our information--"
"I want to meet him," Ren cut in, a sly look building in his eyes. Ayumi shut her lips and frowned slightly.
Was it how much energy she had when talking about Bakugo that was making Ren suddenly curious? Whatever it was, it put her off.
"W-well, sure."
He nodded, a plan solidifying in his eyes, making Ayumi wary. "Let's do a dinner this weekend. And you can invite your other roommates, if you want."
Ayumi blinked a few times. "... okay...?" She was hesitant but agreed nonetheless. "I'll, uh, I'll talk to them and send you a confirmation."
Ren smiled. "Great."
Ayumi didn't trust it. She opened her mouth to begin questioning when her name was called by an older voice.
"Ahh, Ayumi!" Her eyes went wide and glanced to see the Head Chef, an older man with a bald head and thick, gray beard, kind albeit sharp eyes, and a strong, big build despite his age. He was someone others would fear, walking down the street, with how big and buff and hard looking he was.
But, like all the cliche's Ayumi loved to see, he was a big ol' softie.
"Dai-kun!" Ayumi exclaimed, pushing out of her chair. She ran over and did a handshake with the older man, that made her look like a dwarf in comparison.
He crossed his arms and spoke gruffly. "When's the last time you filleted a fish and what did you make?"
Ayumi copied his mannerisms. "Two and a half months ago, I filleted a tuna. I made sushi, sashimi, katsuo-no-tataki, and even kabuto-yaki for my mom."
Dai's brown eyes lit up but neither he nor Ayumi said anything, locked in a staring contest.
Then, suddenly, his face broke in a great big grin and he gently placed an arm on Ayumi's shoulder. "I'm so proud of you, Little Mouse."
Ayumi's face split into a large grin as pride filled her. It wasn't easy to get Dai to tell you compliments -- it was rare, only said when he truly meant it.
"Ahem," both Dai and Ayumi turned to look at Ren, who became momentarily forgotten. He looked a bit shellshocked, at seeing how close a man as big as Dai, wider than Bakugo and a bit taller than Todoroki, was to Ayumi. "T-this is the Head Chef, and your friend?" Ren asked, to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Ayumi cleared her throat and used her hands to point at Dai. "Meat Nakamura Dai. One of the best Japanese chefs in the world, and my mentor in all things to do with traditional foods."
Dai smiled big and gave out a large hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, Little Mouse's brother."
Ren shook it, his hand smaller than Dai's. "N-Nice to meet you."
The look Ren shot Ayumi afterwards promised a lot of questions.
Notes:
I just love the dangerous looking men being all nice and soft on the inside. Dai was made up recently and I love it.
Chapter 22: New Temptations 3
Summary:
Well, Ayumi can't handle it anymore... lol
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
"Sure."
"You don't have to say yes— wait, what?"
Bakugo raised a lazy brow as he placed his spoon down in a newly empty bowl, sitting across from where Ayumi stood in the small but manageable dining room/kitchen.
"I said sure," he tched. "I'll meet your brother."
Ayumi went blank for a second, processing that Bakugo just agreed to meet her brother with zero arguments. That was not what she was expecting, to say the least.
"Uh— o-okay," Ayumi stammered and cleared her throat, brushing her hair behind her ear out of habit. "Uh, what night works best?"
"Friday or Saturday. Either is fine — calm your ass down, Stars. You look like someone told you some shocking fucking news," Bakugo grumbled as Ayumi was pacing back and forth now, wide-eyed and a but confused.
She paused and gave him a look. "Well, excuse me for not expecting you to agree so easily to this," Ayumi responded in the same tone, breathing out and placing her hands on the top of the back of the chair. "I'll ask the others later, but, let's move on for now."
Ayumi's demeanor changed as she brought up a new topic. She got back to the condo after Bakugo already made himself a dinner and was eating, the others still out. She and Dai took time talking about the proposal, then she and Ren went to an arcade, where she won in the end — and threw it in his face, of course. But, a few minutes after relaxing, she instantly told Bakugo about Ren's request.
And now she was excited to talk about Dai.
"So, my friend and chef senior, Dai, has agreed to be part of the program. He'll be in charge of Traditional Japanese, with a focus on fish," she said with a rush of energy, going to her back and pulling out the papers.
"Nakamura Dai, right?" Bakugo asked as Ayumi handed him the signed contract that would go into effect if they won. It stated so, as well as the pay and responsibilities and terms of working at UA and such.
"Yep."
"You're friends with one of the best fucking Japanese chefs in the fucking world? You should've said that instead of saying a popular chef," Bakugo smirked as he flipped through the papers. Well, she may have been a bit vague when describing Dai earlier, but oh well.
Then Bakugo's crimson eyes met hers and they lightened a but. As if... happy, or at ease. It made her breath stall in her chest, escaping her lips in a silent sigh as her eyes widened a bit and her heart thundered.
Bakugo gave her a little smile before the smirk returned and he slid the papers back to her. "Good job, DollFace."
Ayumi didn't know what it was. The relaxed, honest tone to his deep voice, or the light in his eyes, ir the tiny smile he hinted at. But Ayumi felt her cheeks flame and her heart race faster, body temperature rising.
It wasn't until she realized she forgot to answer that she snapped out of her stupor.
"Thanks," she said breathlessly, grabbing the contract with slightly trembling hands. "I- uh - I'll talk to them when they get back, but I have an assignment..."
After her awkward excuse, Ayumi even awkwardly bowed her head and scurried away to her temporary room. Then, once she was in the room, door closed and sitting on the corner of her bed, did Ayumi realize how stupid her reaction was.
And turned, face first into her pillow, to scream her frustrations out.
Frustrations at herself, for being so susceptible to everything... Bakugo.
His looks, smell, voice, and now even the little things are getting to her.
She needs to stop it. Lock it away, the temptations he brings. It's too soon, and she is not ready nor willing to go into a temporary relationship built solely out of lust.
Why do I push it to be just lust?
Ayumi groaned and thrashed around.
Then she sat up, hair disheveled and the light makeup on her lips mussed over her to her chin, grabbed her computer and got to work on her essay.
••••••••••
Midoriya said he was going to visit his mom this weekend, as he would be doing every other weekend, while giving Ayumi a little grin she was confused by. Todoroki said he had an event and Ayumi didn't ask for more. Hatsume was doing something she didn't want to explain. Ayumi didn't push, but she felt exasperated, laying on the floor, sweaty from working out.
Even after working on her essay, doing Calculus all day on Friday, her mind was still circulating Bakugo around; how she felt yesterday, talking to him. Then, with every other of her roommates bowing out of going to dinner with her and Ren, it felt more and more like...
Like she was introducing Bakugo to Ren as if he was someone more than a friend. Sure, her body was definitely interested in him, more than a friend, but she was doing her best to not think of him that way.
She failed a bit this morning, the other day. So, because she couldn't stop thinking about it all, she forced herself to exercise. Not her normal jog and light ab workout, that she does two-three times a week. No, Ayumi did three 'hardcore ab workouts', until she physically couldn't sit up and laid on her back, panting on her yoga mat, tired and in desperate need of a shower.
Music played on low on her speakers, just loud enough for her to hear clearly, not the average person. Music that she was tired of already, as it was programmed in her mind to listen to these songs when sweating. And she was done sweating.
Groaning, Ayumi sat up, her stomach muscles clenching in pain. She internally cursed herself out as she crawled over on weak legs, pausing the music on her phone, and standing up. She was wobbly, hunch-backed, and needing water.
She cracked the door, and notice the lamp was on in the living room, and heard the noise of a tv-show playing. Someone was up late along with her.
Did she want any of her roommates to see her drenched in sweat, wearing tight shorts and a baggy shirt that clung to her boobs, and hunched over like she broke her back?
No.
Was she going to risk it for some water to smooth the soreness of her throat and cool her body down?
Yes.
So she hobbled out of her room, muscles clenching in pain, and refused to look to see who was on the sofa. Her goal was water, not small talk.
She made it to the edge of the kitchen when he, because of course it was him, chuckled darkly and asked her:
"What the fuck happened to you, DollFace?"
Ayumi froze mid-step, face scrunching as she hit herself mentally. She was a mess, and, as it seemed to be the norm the last month and a half, Bakugo was always the one to see her in a form like this.
"I couldn't sleep so I worked out," she answered shortly, opening the fridge and grabbing a cold bottle of water. The cold touch was amazing to her hot body, and she eagerly twisted off the lid and began to drink.
"There are better activities to do, like I told your ass, that won't leaving you looking like the hunchback of Notre Dame," Bakugo responded with a snort, and Ayumi nearly choked on her cold water.
She remembered clearly. Plus the fact she actually listened and then was unable to face him without blushing like an idiot afterwards. She was trying to move on, but he seemed determined to no let her forget.
Making sure her throat was clear, she gave Bakugo her best 'really' expression, frowning a bit. "You want me to masturbate every time I can't sleep?"
It took a shit ton of effort for Ayumi to not blush as she spoke, putting all her remaining energy into looking as aloof and relaxed as possible. Bakugo looked up from the tv, his ruby eyes burning with thoughts that Ayumi both did and did not want to know, a light smirk crossing his lips, an eyebrow lifting.
Ayumi didn't know why her body felt hotter with his gaze.
Fuck it -- she did know why, but she was doing her best to ignore that.
"There are also two-people activities you can do, Stars," he said, voice low and in that deep tone of his, shaking down her spine.
"Is that supposed to be a fucking invitation?" Ayumi responded without thinking it through.
Bakugo's smirk widened, eyes darkened even more, his voice having a rough edge to it. "If you want it to be, DollFace."
Ayumi couldn't help the goosebumps that alighted her skin, the thoughts that immediately crossed her mind. A different form of her sweaty body, naked and dwarfed by Bakugo's large chest, both of them moving in unison as pleasure surrounded her--
She stood up straight, ignoring her sore abdominal muscles, and walked right over to the sofa he lay on. Bakugo looked up at her, a bit of confusion in his expression, that he tried to smooth out, with how she was moving. But Ayumi didn't stop merely at the sofa.
Nope.
Inside her mind, Ayumi was pretty sure she snapped. Her patience and will to hold her desires back had practically disintegrated. She was unable to do her best to ignore it, especially not tired.
But she wasn't going to fall all over him. That wasn't the type of girl Ayumi was.
So Ayumi placed both of her palms on Bakugo's shoulders, his body stiffening in surprise, as she pushed him farther back against the sofa. She picked her right leg up, kneeing between his legs, and leaned over him. Her boobs were almost pushed into his face but Ayumi didn't care at this moment.
Maybe later, when she wasn't out of it, would she freak out. Right now, however, she could care less.
He smelled as good as ever, the warmth of his large, solid body and the sweet, smoky and earthy scent wafting from him made her chest tighten and core warm. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, almost digging in, and her eyes threatened to flutter shut. But Ayumi didn't falter, not as she cocked her head, let her voice fall low, lower than it normally was, and said:
"I thought we had a deal to not try to for a relationship, Bakugo? So if you are going to tease the fuck out of me, at least back it up with more than words."
With her words, she trailed one of her hands down, lightly tracing over his collarbone, pressing to where she would feel his light swallow as his ruby eyes were wide. For she has never been dominant in a physical way, never even tried, and it took him by surprise.
A light smirk crossed her lips as her hand stopped over his heart, her sensitive touch feeling the quick heartbeat, matching her own. She lowered her head, placing her lips next to his ear, forgetting that she was a sweaty mess for a moment.
"Either grow balls or stop messing with me, Q-tip."
With that, she pushed off of his chest and grabbed her water bottle - which she somehow remembered was on the coffee table - and walked to her room, spine straight, a slight sway to her hips. Ayumi shut the door soundly, acting confident.
In-fact, Ayumi didn't come out of her daze for a little while. Not while she took a shower and washed up for bed. Not as she passed out in bed or as she initially woke up. It wasn't until, 10 am on a Saturday, brushing her teeth lazily in the bathroom as the shower ran behind the closed connecting door (Hatsume was in it), that Ayumi nearly stabbed her throat.
For she remembered exactly what she did. Exactly what she said. How she acted confident as fuck just because she couldn't handle the teasing Bakugo was doing any longer.
And that she had a dinner with him and her brother tonight.
And cancelling it would take back her act of confidence she put on.
Coughing and massaging her throat, spitting out toothpaste, Ayumi looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair tied back, eyes teary from the pain of the stab of her toothbrush, a little rush of anxiety hurting her chest.
And as the water rushed in the background, she only had one thing to say.
"Fuck."
Notes:
Fall semester is two weeks away AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
wish me luck y'all.
I'm tired af tho.
I wish I was rich af tho.
On a Chapter note tho:
I kinda want them to fuck already, ngl. The tension is there, and Ayumi is fed up with the teasing and no action. So am I lol
Chapter 23: The Step After Friends 1
Summary:
We start with a bakugo POV and I mean... lol. Also, Camille is fun in my head
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
'On the lighter side of the Hero world, more Heroes have been confirmed to attend the Endeavor Agency Charity Ball -- the largest Hero-held Charity event in Japan each year! Among the recently confirmed attendees is the Number Two Hero Hawks and his sidekick-girlfriend, Rose Clouds!'
Bakugo sighed as the news channel that he was playing in the background came back from commercial break, talking about one of the few people he hates thinking about. He played the news to get his mind off of his personal shit, but yet even the news wasn't an escape.
'Rose Clouds, a graduate from UA, came out as Hawks girlfriend almost two years ago. This will be the first major event they will attend as a couple, and a lot of fans are excited for this--'
With a sneer on his face, he quickly changed the channel, not wanting to see or hear about Hawks or that Bitch. Yet, when the channel changed, the same type of news was being talked about. Rose Clouds.
He always disliked her Hero name. That should've been a red flag from day one.
Giving up, Bakugo turned the tv off, resigning to siping his water in silence, staring out the small kitchen window, watching pedestrians walk past without a care.
When Bakugo didn't want to think too much, to let his emotions boil beneath the surface, he would listen to the news. Some national or world problem, nothing personal to him -- for the most part (he's had his own screen time before) -- to give his mind a rest and not stress too much.
Music always seemed to amplify something in him. Anger, excitement, passion, or other, darker feelings. That's why he turned to the news.
And, of course, even the news couldn't stick to it's normal job.
Rose Clouds. That Bitch. Just happened to be Ayumi's fucking cousin.
Other than the slight physical similarities -- pale skin, short stature, gray eyes (but Ayumi's was more like silver and stars and That Bitch had muddy gray clouds for eyes) -- Bakugo would have never known. Their attitudes was so different.
Ayumi was a cool breeze, warm in moments of joy or passion, colder when upset or disappointed. She wasn't afraid to state her mind, most of the time, and had a knack for facing her fears no matter what they be. Her mind was always on helping others first, being strong for others, supporting others. She wasn't physically strong, but Ayumi was mentally and emotionally strong for others, sometimes herself. The determination Bakugo has seen in Ayumi, the natural kindness, the way she hides her true emotions to be a pillar for others, her natural leadership...
Ayumi was that and so much more.
While That Bitch was a manipulative little whore. The exact opposite. How Bakugo even managed to fall for that shit was still beyond him--
"Damnit," he cursed under his breath, shaking his head and downing the rest of his water bottle. That was why he listened to the news in moments like this -- he couldn't stop thinking.
I thought we had a deal to not try to for a relationship
Because he made a deal with Ayumi. No relationships. And while Bakugo was considering breaking that deal quite a bit, he was hesitant to push it. He didn't want to be a rebound, and Ayumi didn't want a rebound or to even consider Bakugo a rebound -- which, two months after a break up, still seems plausible.
And, if he does become something more than friends with Ayumi and his past mistake with That Bitch is revealed, the drama that can come from that is some shit he doesn't want to deal with right now. Especially when he was still so fucking pissed and - and hurt over it that he can't even face That Bitch.
But then last night happened.
Either grow balls or stop messing with me, Q-tip.
He shook his head again, almost slapping himself and saw the time. 6:40 pm. And she still wasn't out here.
Sighing, Bakugo walked silently from the kitchen to the door to Ayumi's room. Even with his size, he has learned to be as quiet as he possibly can.
The door was cracked, as if she forgot to make sure it was closed when she went in it last. Through it, he saw Ayumi pacing back and forth, a frown on her face, arms crossed, deep in thought.
She wore high-waisted jeans, making her legs look longer than what they were, showing the curves of her generous behind. Her top was a bit loose around her waist, tighter around her ample bosom, only showing a hint of the top of her chest. The leather jacket she loved to wear was on, and her hair was up in a tail, tendrils of black hair framing her face. Light mascara and eyeliner on her eyes, a glittery lipgloss on her lips.
Bakugo could've just stood and watch her for a while if it wasn't for the frown on her face. He was waiting for Ayumi to come out of her room today, but she only did so in short briefs when he was not paying attention. Like her confidence she showed last night has disappeared.
Seeing her trying to act dominant, physically, with him was a shock to his system. It clearly didn't last, but he wanted to see how far she could go.
But, Bakugo missed her presence. She had this comforting, alluring presence. Whether they talked or just sat in silence, Bakugo enjoyed his time with Ayumi. Remembering when he was briefly ghosted after that one late-night call and lunch, he did not want another repeat of that -- especially when they were staying in the same condo.
And she was probably thinking about how to face him after all that from last night. And introduce him to her brother.
Two family members down.
Bakugo knocked on the door, the noise shocking Ayumi and making her jump slightly, eyes widening, looking like a deer in headlights when she saw him. He struggled not to smile so he only smirked at her as the door widened.
"How far is it to the restaurant?" he asked, completely platonic question, trying to make her at ease.
"About ten minutes," she answered, a bit breathless, a light blush hitting her cheeks. She noted too how purposefully platonic he was being, to put her at ease.
"Well, its 6:45, so if we wanna be there on time, lets get fucking moving, DollFace," he continued, using a thumb and a quirked brow to nod towards the door.
Ayumi cursed and ran to grab her purse, Bakugo stepping back, struggling to take his eyes off of her. The tight jeans, the hint of her chest, the sway of her hair and the light blush to her cheeks.
She's much better looking than That Bitch too.
"Hurry up," he called out, quickly tearing his gaze off of her before it travelled too low and stuck. Her light footsteps trailed behind him and out of the condo. As they got into his car, Bakugo realized he was going to be in deep shit.
A dinner with Ayumi and her brother, while he will most likely be turned on by her the whole night, and if her brother sees, and is a good brother, he will most likely try to kick Bakugo's ass.
Fuck.
And with that thought, Bakugo drove to the restaurant as Ayumi put the address in the GPS.
••••••••••
Italics is English. Bold is french.
"And so, if she agrees to come aboard, we have two chefs down. Traditional Japanese and French Cuisine," Ayumi continues, at ease after talking about the competition and what is being done for the past ten minutes.
Bakugo was engaging her in conversation, also to help, but mainly to hear her talk. He really enjoyed her voice.
He eased into the parking lot of a fancy little restaurant, a French name marking it in cursive letters. When Ayumi saw that they arrived, her eyes widened a smidge more, looking at the cars for her brother's, most likely.
"So, my brother is usually cool but he is a bit protective over me -- for good reason -- and likes to pick on the males in my life, whether we are just friends or not, so don't take his words too seriously, okay?" She began to ramble as her eyes trapped on a black Volkswagon.
"Stars-"
"I mean, with all the shit that happened in our past, as well as with monoma, he is a bit more uptight about the people in my life, so just don't get too upset--"
"Stars, calm down," Bakugo cut in, voice deep yet somehow smooth and calm. And at the same time, he grabbed her chin gently, thumb on-top, fingers propping her head up.
Ayumi stiffened, sucking a breath at his touch, widened silver eyes, and a pink blush began to color her cheeks. But she didn't pull away.
Bakugo rubbed his thumb like a massage, relishing in how soft and warm her skin was.
"You can trust me," he added, tone even lower, thinking about more than a dinner. His eyes caught on the shine of the lip gloss, how it coated her plump lips. He remembered how soft those lips were, how delicious, and became a bit jealous of the lip gloss.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, with no thought to do so, his thumb reached forward and pressed on her bottom lip. The softest, quietest gasp briefly escaped Ayumi, buzzing through Bakugo's system, as he became transfixed.
Transfixed by the plush feeling of her lips, the coating of lipgloss on his thumb. He pressed down a bit more, seeing how soft and pliable that bottom, full lip was.
"Maybe I should be teasing you even more, hmm?" he thought, accidentally speaking out-loud. Her breath hitched as Bakugo continued to press down.
Her mouth parted lightly, as if inviting him in. As if inviting him to stick a thumb in her mouth, to let her suck on it, before replacing it with his own lips--
Damn it damn it damn it
Bakugo pulled down on her lip a bit, breathing out harshly, before popping her lip free. Ayumi shivered visibly from the lack of contact. Every cell in his body urged him to continue, to lock their lips, to taste her--
"Let's go eat," he cut his own mental thoughts off before he went to far. And turned the car off and got out, closing the door behind him and expelled another harsh breath.
He needed to drop the boner. Now. But one glance at his thumb, shiny from the glittery lipgloss, and Bakugo knew it wasn't going away any time soon.
As he heard Ayumi's door open, he placed his thumb to his mouth and licked the lipgloss off. Raspberries. Tasted like raspberries.
Just like her.
"Fuck".
••••••••••
Ayumi had to compose herself in ten seconds. From the way her core was heated and her breathing was shallow, she knew just how much she was turned on from his damn thumb. And was dreading being in this state before Ren. Her brother notice so many things, especially since he also had good eyesight, and Ayumi did not want him to see her all hot and bothered over her partner.
Her supposedly platonic partner.
But she was given even more of a chance to calm down when, arriving in the restaurant, the hostess recognized her immediately and began ushering Ayumi to the kitchen.
"Wait, but where is Ren? I need to introduce him," Ayumi tried to argue, not wanting to miss the first meeting of Ren and bakugo, more so to make sure no one gets pissed off. Bakugo had that hot fire in him -- Ren was the ice version of that.
The hostess, a girl name Kira, was having none of it. She waived a waiter forward while Bakugo only watched in mild amusement. "They will be fine. What matters most is Camille-san is not kept waiting. She has required your presence as soon as you arrived, and I wish to keep my well-paying job."
And with that, Ayumi was quickly taken to the kitchen, an act which many customers shot curious looks her way. For no civilians were ever allowed behind Camille's restaurant, no matter what. She was notorious in the cuisine world for that, even when it came to critics or outside help -- if they were not hired by Camille, they would never step foot in the kitchen unless they wanted a chef's knife to their head.
Meanwhile, Ayumi takes one step in the restaurant and is sped to the back.
The bustle of a busy, professional kitchen reached her ears before the doors opened, the delicious scents of herbs, meats and produce clouded her nose, and despite herself, Ayumi felt herself relax a bit. Food and cooking was her passion, her comfort zone, even in rushed moments like this.
"Yes, Yes, Haruto. You are finally getting the hit, you little imbecile," Ayumi heard the voice of a middle-aged woman, strong willed and heavily accent, shout out to the kitchen. She looked around and found who this Haruto was; a young boy, younger than her, red cheeked from the heat of the kitchen, slicing a lamb chop.
And there was Camille, standing over him practically, watching intently every movement. She had blonde hair, some streak of silver from the stressful industry, tied back neatly. Tan skin and sharp, blue eyes, marking her French heritage. She was beautiful, looking to be at most 30 for a 50 year old.
Watching her monitor this Haruto was nostalgic for Ayumi. It reminded her of the time she ran from home, only to get caught and put into a kitchen by Camille, thought how to do French cuisine for discipline.
But that's a story for another time.
"Miss Camille, the Isaki daughter is here," hostess Kira spoke up. Camille's blue eyes snapped to Ayumi before she could blink, a broad smile crossing Camille's face. Ayumi couldn't help her own little grin.
"Ah, there she is, the tiny little chef who forgot to visit two months ago!" Camille spoke loudly in french-accented Japanese. Ayumi winced a bit, knowing full well she would have to make up her agreed help.
"Sorry about that, Camille. Life was complete shit at that time," Ayumi responded as Camille reached her. Camille clucked her tongue but simply opened her arms and gave Ayumi a light hug, aware of how sensitive she was.
"I missed you, my silver mouse," Camille said softly, almost lovingly. Ayumi wish she could understand French, only knowing some basics. She was determined to learn it, and was signing up for classes soon.
"I missed you too, Camille." Ayumi gave a sweet, true smile that Camille returned.
Then the real Camille was back.
She snapped her hand and someone appeared from absolutely nowhere, mentioning for Ayumi's purse and leather jacket in exchange for an apron. "Let's catch up as you help cook your own meal."
"Okay -- wait, what?" Ayumi doubled, heart constricting.
Leaving Ren and Bakugo alone for how long was a terrible idea.
"Oh, don't worry," Camille waved her off, "Kira and the waiter will be watching the two males to make sure they don't start having a cock fight, okay?"
Ayumi narrowed her eyes. "But you're forcing me to cook for a dinner I should be treated as a customer for?"
Camille gave her a sickly-sweet smile that Ayumi knew meant that she was not escaping this kitchen until after the fact.
"You started as a cook in my kitchen. You are food-family, not simply a customer. You will cook now."
They had a staring contest. Ayumi contemplating the chance of Ren or Bakugo pissing the other off, of some of her embarrassing moments being spilled as blackmail if they do happen to get along; and the risk of getting on Camille's bad side for a little while...
Ayumi sighed in defeat and shrugged off her purse and jacket.
"Fine."
Camille smiled victoriously.
"We shall do one lamb, one chicken, and one beef dish, with a bunch of sides. I expect you to eat a lot -- of the males, at least."
"I'm not paying for all that," Ayumi warns, aware of how expensive the menu is.
"No, no, of course not." Ayumi gave Camille a look as she washed her hands and went to the free station. There was an obvious 'but' yet to happen. The smile on Camille's face only widened. "As long as you show up for the week specialty, at my other place of business, next month."
"Oh, fuck you," Ayumi cursed out of instinct, glowering. Camille only laughed heartily, grabbing two pans as she walked over.
"I take that as a yes."
"Let's cook first before I decide anything, you manipulating woman."
Camille only laughed more.
Notes:
On a story note: I like Camille. She's my favorite 'older' character so far, along with Dai. Also, I was so tempted to let them just kiss in the car but I have a plan -- I have a plan so TRUST!! They WILL kiss again -- SOON!! TRUST!!
Lol
Anyways.On a personal note:
I was late to my first class today 💀.
I checked the time a million times and still somehow put the class down as 10:30 am on all my calenders and shit. I had this nagging feeling, so I checked the class again at 10:20 am.
...
THE CLASS STARTED AT 10 FUCKING AM. I WAS WONDERING WHY THERE WAS SO MUCH CHATTER INSIDE THE FUCKING ROOM. I HAD A MINI HEART ATTACK BECAUSE PARTICIPATION IS GRADED AND BECAUSE OF MY MINI PANIC ATTACK I WAS LATE EVEN MORE AT 10:30 AMI'M A FUCKING DUMBASS😭😭😭😭😭
NEVER AGAIN
Chapter 24: The Step After Friends 2
Summary:
Well. Hi.
Bakugo Meets Ren. What else could happen...?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Bakugo wouldn't lie -- seeing Ayumi being carted off to the kitchen, leaving him to meet her brother alone (minus the waiter) was a bit uncomfortable. He briefly remembered what he looked like, when he saw Ayumi and him at the gym and the diner later the first week after she cried on Bakugo.
Well, honestly, Bakugo remembered being annoyed that Ayumi was able to smile so freely after frowning or looking empty for that week, and a bit longer.
But now, Bakugo has had the chance ot have Ayumi smile with him. Not just with him -- at him. He didn't have a reason to be jealous of the brother any longer. So, all he needed to do was try to get along for the various length of time Ayumi will be in the kitchen so that she doesn't get pissed at him.
Yes, Bakugo is an easily irritable person.
Yes, he will try his best not to become irritable.
Will it work? Who the fuck knows. Bakugo tries his best a shit-ton but always manages to either get upset himself or piss someone else off. But, with the brief synopsis Ayumi gave him, about this so-called Isaki Renkyu being protective over Ayumi and a no-nonsense person, Bakugo has a gut feeling this may not be as bad as Ayumi nor he thinks.
Hopefully.
As Ayumi disappeared between the kitchen doors, the male waiter motioned to follow him, eyes a bit wide as he looked at Bakugo. Even though he has not graduated UA yet, he and a few others (Deku and GG Bastard especially) are recognized as Heroes by the majority of the public, already having a strong fanbase. There are even predictions that they will debut within the top 25 at the next Hero ranking.
And with the way the waiter is looking, Bakugo may be signing an autograph by the end of the night, at the very least.
They moved to the left of the restaurant, passing by some wide-eyed onlookers. A reason why Bakugo didn't eat out in public too much -- being a popular Hero drew too much attention.
In the corner, a bit secluded from the rest of the customers, was Ayumi's brother. Bakugo recognized him by the ebony of his hair -- the same shade of Ayumi's. His back was to Bakugo, which Bakugo prefer because that meant he would get the spot facing all the exits -- a habit gained after being kidnapped a few too many times.
He turned around, and emerald eyes landed directly on Bakugo's face, as if he heard him coming from the minute he entered the restaurant.
Looks like good hearing runs in the family.
He stood up, about three inches shorter than Bakugo, but it didn't feel like it when his emerald eyes were hard and calculating. Ren looked Bakugo over like he is a potential threat, taking in the jeans and white-t-shirt paired with a black, jeans jacket. He looked like a man ready to protect his loved ones.
Good. He isn't a fucking pushover. What she needs.
Bakugo took the first step. He reached his hand out, keeping his poster strong. "Bakugo Katsuki. Stars-- your sister's partner," Bakugo mended his sentence, instinctually using his nickname for Ayumi. And he didn't call her by her first name, considering that he actually didn't get permission to do so.
And it felt a bit awkward to call her Isaki in front of another Isaki.
He took Bakugo's hand, a firm shake. "Isaki Renkyu. Call me Ren, Bakugo."
After a firm shake, both men slid their hands into their pockets, silently judging each other. After a few seconds, Ren moved to sit, and Bakugo went to take his spot facing the exits. The empt chair to the right of Bakugo, on a round table, was meant for Ayumi -- between two males ready to protect her. A perfect spot, Bakugo believed.
"So you guys are proposing a culinary course?" Ren began, the waiter pouring a glass of water. Bakugo was going to ask for a menu but thought better of it -- Ayumi was in the kitchen, probably cooking. He'd like whatever she'd make. "Did you agree to do it or was that all Ayumi?"
Bakugo smirked slightly. Ren was trying to make small talk, but Bakugo saw it for what it was -- he was trying to get a feel for how close Bakugo and Ayumi was, and whether or not Ren approved of him.
He was basically asking if Bakugo gave any fucks about this competition, or was he just pushing all the work onto Ayumi
"Nah, it was mutual," Bakugo explained, not changing how he normally talked. If Ren couldn't handle Bakugo's regular, coarse language, then that was his problem. "She gave me some of her food and it was fucking amazing. I like cooking and take it seriously. Sta- Isaki proposed it, but I accepted and have been doing my part. I don't push my shit onto others."
Damn, he was having trouble not calling Ayumi 'Stars'.
Ren smirked in a smiling way, not the way Bakugo does his evil smirks. Something that looked nice, not crude. "She is a damn good cook, huh," he mused and Bakugo rumbled out an agreement. Ren raised a glass of water to his lips as he quirked a brow. "Glad you can clearly appreciate that, at least."
Bakugo snorted. "Anyone who tastes her food and still can't admit how damn good it is, is a fucking dumbass." The male waiter came back, putting a tray of hot, buttery, garlic breadsticks between them. Bakugo grabbed one -- he was a sucker for garlic-bread.
As he broke one apart, he said. "And anyone who can't see she is more than just cooking and her face is a fucking imbecile of the highest fucking asinine order."
Bakugo said that lightly, putting it out there, taking a relaxed bight of his breadstick. It was damn good, salty and nice flavors of garlic. But he couldn't help but think that Ayumi could've done this even better.
But, when he finished saying those words, Ren choked on the water he was drinking, hitting his chest as his emerald eyes narrowed as he looked at Bakugo.
Bakugo just ate his breadstick, waiting for Ren to recover. A few seconds pass in utter silence before Ren let out a little chuckle, leaning back fully in his chair as he also grabbed a breadstick.
"So you know about the shit-wad, huh?"
"Yup." The simplest way of putting it. Bakugo was pretty sure he was the first one to find out, technically, and probably the only one who knows how hurt Ayumi really is. Was, hopefully.
And the only one who know what that asshole did, even after the breakup.
"Heh. For some reason I ain't surprised," Ren mused, a lighter light filling his eyes. As if, realizing that his little sister trusted Bakugo with her personal shit, that Bakugo clearly has respect for her, makes Bakugo a good guy. "He try anything else afterwards? Ayumi never tells me that kinda shit, cause she knows someone might end up..."
Ren slit his throat for emphasis.
Bakugo grinned -- well, saying that his smirk widened would be more accurate -- at Ren's expression. He felt the exact same.
"Well, let's just say that I am putting together a group of guys to fully and utterly destroy that piece of rat-shit."
Ren eyes lit up with dark mirth. "Please, enlighten me."
To say Bakugo's smirk was evil would be putting it lightly.
••••••••••
Ayumi held a little smile on her lips, even as she wipe sweat from her brow, grabbing her items back from the waiter who initially took them for her. After about 45-50 minutes cooking in a professional kitchen, Ayumi was hot and a bit sweaty.
But she was happy. She missed working with/for Camille, missed a restaurant kitchen. And cooking relaxed most of the nerves she has felt the past few days, the past few hours. WIth her reactions to Bakugo always weighing on her mind, how he and Ren would be interacting, and then that little interaction in the car...
Well, Ayumi was a bit stressed.
Yet, after nearly an hour of cooking in a fast-paced environment, all of that stress left her mind and she relaxed, felt at ease. She left the kitchen, following the trays of the food she, Camille and the newbie Haruto made. Ayumi worked mainly on the entrees, but had a hand in everything. And snacked on a few breadsticks while she worked.
And told Camille the bread should be softer and got a towel thrown at her -- although Camille did end up talking to the baker in the end.
Leaving the kitchen was a relief from the heat. The cool temperature of the dining area cooled Ayumi's skin, her arms and face, the back of her neck. With her jacket off, she had only a gray, silk camisole. Her jeans was a bit uncomfortable from the kitchen heat, but she could deal with that -- it was silk lined, for maximum comfort.
Then, as she relaxed, Ayumi remembered:
She left Ren and Bakugo alone, together.
She looked around the restauarant.
Its still standing, and no police has been called, so that should mean it went well. A breath released her chest and she decided to just see what was going on.
Following close behind the two waiters with trays of food, letting them block her from view. They got closer to the table, and Ayumi relied on her hearing to simply 'overhear' a bit of the conversation before they noticed her.
"Nah, Cadi's are the best looking SUVs, for something that makes you look fucking classy and like the top boss at the same time," Bakugo's voice said confidently, tsking.
"Sure, they look great. But speaking only luxury wise, I would want a fucking Bentley or a Rolls-Royce," Ren responded with the same confidence Bakugo held.
Cars. Well, to say she is not surprised would be an understatement. Ayumi knew how much her brother loved his vehicles, but she was never that into it. She could appreciate how a car look, but she wasn't aware of all the brands, or the logistics of what makes a car better than another in terms of engines and such. And hearing Bakugo sound practically as interested in cars as Ren made sense, considering how he drove.
Like he is always in full control.
Ayumi had to blow a breath out, not sure as to why that one thought warmed her frame in places that don't need to be warmed.
The waiters announced themselves and began to set down the trays, to set out the wide array of foods. Ayumi paused between them, reaching up and sliding the hair-tie out of her hair, needing to release the tension.
"We have a chicken, lamb and beef dishes -- big enough for all three of us to eat comfortably so don't eat it all," Ayumi warned as she shook her hair out, feeling two sets of eyes on her. One belonging to her brother Ren. The other, a pair of eyes that felt like fire tracing her skin everywhere they looked. Watching intently as she shook her hair, as she brushed a hand through, meeting his gaze.
Those crimson eyes made heat gather up in a ball, blossoming down her spine, tightening her breasts and settling low in her apex.
Thank you for padded bras, Ayumi thought silently as she felt her cheeks heat up.
Why was she turned on by just one look? Or, has she been turned on since one-two days ago, and have been doing her best to suppress but failing?
Yeah, that seems more plausible.
"Hey, Ren," Ayumi quickly greeted, hurriedly sliding around to her spot, sitting down comfortably between two males who she knew would do their damn best to protect her.
She liked her spot.
"Camille kidnapped you the second you stepped foot in, huh?" He chuckled, not at all surprised by it. For it was Ren who found and convinced Ayumi to go back home when she ran away.
Again, a story for another day.
"Yup. I owe her a week of work," Ayumi added sourly. The damed special week. She looked at her drink, what seemed to be a red and yellow cocktail. "What is this?" She asked, taking the cold drink up to her nose and sniffing.
No alcohol. Weird, seeing as Camille doesn't give two-shits if anyone under 20 drinks in her restaurant.
"Strawberry and kiwi lemonade-soda shit," Bakugo's low voice said, as if he was unsure exactly what it was. "The waiter picked it so blame him if you don't like it."
Ayumi couldn't help but smile, even with the way her body wanted to go to him, get closer to the voice, to the warmth her frame knew he had. "You shifting blame onto someone, Q-Tip? I can't believe it! The mighty Dynamight can't handle picking out a drink a girl might not like," Ayumi teased, unable to help herself.
Bakugo gave a smirking-smile back. "I ain't shifting no blame, Stars. You know damn well that I would've picked a drink you'd like," bakugo responded.
"Then you should've made a decision and not leave it unto the poor waiter," Ayumi sighed out dramatically, lightly mixing the liquid with a rotating motion.
"Ain't none of these fucking names sensible, Stars. I ain't gonna pick a shit-ass drink because of that," Bakugo quipped back, but his deep voice was light. Aware of Ayumi's tease, but engaging her anyways. Because they liked it. Liked teasing and messing with each other, in the form of verbal, even super light.
Ayumi's smile was wide as she gave Bakugo a glance, taking a sip of the drink. It was alright. Could be better. But she was going to finish it. Bakugo looked right back, making sure her body stayed warm and needy--
"Q-Tip? Stars?" Ren put himself in the conversation as it became pretty obvious that they forgot to include him. Ayumi blushed, feeling awkward now.
Ren just witnessed her teasing -- maybe considered flirting -- with Bakugo, as if he wasn't there.
...
He won't let her live that down.
Clearing her throat, Ayumi answered. "Q-Tip because his hair kinda looks like what a puffed, fucked up Q-Tip does. Kinda."
Bakugo rolled his eyes. "I don't look like a fucking Q-Tip."
"You kinda do," Ayumi and Ren said in unison, both shooting each other a grin.
Bakugo rolled his eyes again. Ayumi continued. "And he calls me Stars because, well, i don't know. But its not a derogatory name -- in fact, I like it, so I have no problems with it," she shrugged, being fully honest.
Ren's emerald eyes took in Ayumi fully, from her head to the still-silver nails that was using a fork to grab a piece of steak.
Oh, yeah. Ren and Bakugo had already grabbed the majority of the food. Ayumi was left the remainders -- not that she was complaining. There was definitely enough to satisfy her, and seeing her brother and partner enjoy her food was its own satisfaction.
Ren glanced to Bakugo, back to Ayumi, eyes narrowing, back to Bakugo then to AYumi again before he smiled.
"Ah, I see," he said in amusement, before sharing a look with Bakugo. The way the two looked at each other, Ayumi knew there would be no explanation.
But she didn't mind. In fact, Ayum iwas completely at ease now. Seeing how well Ren and Bakugo were getting along, even sharing secret looks already, filled her with a calm joy.
That was something Monoma lacked. No one, and she means no one, that Ayumi loved like Monoma. Not Miya or Itsuki. Not her Mom or Dad. Especially not Ren.
I should have listened.
Shaking her head lightly to rid Monoma from her mind. Then she pointed at their plates, already piled with food.
"Since y'all took most of the meat, you better eat it or I'll be getting the kitchen staff on your ass," Ayumi threatened.
Neither of them complained.
And they had a nice, calm dinner together.
••••••••••
"See you," Ayumi called out as Ren's car pulled close to Bakugo's SUV, the two siblings waving bye to each other out of open windows.
"Hey, I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" Ren nodded, and Ayumi sighed.
"If you call before 10 am I ain't answering the phone, Ren," she said, a light chuckle coming from Bakugo behind her. He has noticed how anti-morning Ayumi really is a few times.
"Yeah, yeah, you hate the mornings, I get it," Ren rolled his eyes, leaning back into his seat, ready to drive off. He turned and waved his fingers with a wink. "Stay safe, you know. And sleep well, not late."
And with that, Ren drove away, leaving Ayumi with a blush fighting to color her cheeks as she cleared her throat and sat back in her seat. She glanced at Bakugo, who was staring at her, lost in thought a bit.
Ayumi didn't know whether or not to disturb his thoughts, because those crimson eyes made her body needy in a way that needed to be addressed. And she was enjoying it.
After Monoma, who would barely glance at her with heat in his eyes unless she was stark naked and about to let him enter her, it felt... almost empowering, knowing she could be fully dressed and still get looked at that way by someone.
By Bakugo.
Ayumi cleared her throat again. "Ready to go?" She asked, voice light and airy, breaking the tense silence.
Bakugo blinked and ripped his eyes away from her, turned the car on, and pulled out of the restaurant. There seemed to be a lot on his mind, and Ayumi desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. Why he gripped the wheel so tightly, jaw clenched, breathing in and out slowly to calm himself.
But, she didn't ask. She never pushes anyone for answers, no matter how curious. It felt like she would be pushing boundaries, and she hates having to do that, especially when she wants her own boundaries respected.
Boundaries that Ayumi happens to let fall quite a bit, when Bakugo was involved.
Ayumi almost dozed off in the warmth of the car, and jerked awake when Bakugo parked. Not bothering to put her jacket on, she braced the chilly wind and quickly made her way, Bakugo on her heels, to the condo door.
She sighed aloud when the comfortable temperature of the condo swallowed her, relaxing her body. She walked over to the slippers, Bakugo closing the door behind them, and began to toe off her shoes.
Ayumi didn't know if she was tired or if she wanted to stay up, sit down with Bakugo on the sofa or somewhere, and spend time with him. Talking, resting, something else, Ayumi realized she didn't actually care what it was.
She just wanted to be with Bakugo.
And the thought made her body stiffen in the entry of the condo, suck in a breath, eyes widening and heart stalling.
She felt Bakugo stop beside her, his presence magnified for her with the realization that had snapped through her, setting her on edge. Her silver eyes glanced up at him, as Bakugo finished putting his slippers on, his crimson eyes locking with hers.
A shiver ran through Ayumi. Both out of nervousness, desire, and even fear from her own truth.
She just wanted to be with Bakugo
Bakugo breathed out harshly, ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes briefly. Ayumi took this moment to suck in a breath, desperately needing air.
And then his eyes were open, and he leaned down , pressing Ayumi against the wall, taking away the breath in her lungs, taking over the space around her, a tension tightening her chest, capturing her every attention.
He opened his mouth, and said:
"Did you really mean what you said last night, Stars?"
LOOK AT NOTES BELOW FOR SLIGHT INFO ON THE PIC:
Notes:
Y'all.
I fucked up.
I was going to publish like, Sept. 2. But I decided to write on AO3 (I usually write on another app) and I forgot that the chapter does not automatically save, so I forgot to make sure to do preview--save as draft, and I closed the computer. Then logged back on and the chapter was gone
Then I had to rewrite -- on my normal app -- and when I was saving the power went out and I didn't realize until the page reloaded and lost everything... a second time...But finally, my 3 rewrite FINALLY WENT THROUGH!!!! I SAVED IT!!!! YAY!!!
lol, that's why I didn't publish as fast as I wanted. Oh well. Hope you liked.
And I can't wait for the next chapter 🤭
On notes of the pic I attached: I have this super cute book cover I made to be used for when I eventually publish on Wattpad/Quotev, but I'm tired of hiding it. There it is; tell me what you think! I think BakuHoe cooking is so cute/hot and it fits nicely to elements of this ff
Chapter 25: The Step After Friends 3*
Summary:
Part 1. Double Update.
Smut chapter. Like, after the first 1/3 of the chapter, its lime, that turns into lemon. Then next chapter is all the lemon, heavier smut. I tried putting it in all one chapter but it was too long so I broke it into 2 chapters.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi froze. She was taken so off guard that her body went as stiff as a rock and her eyes as wide as saucers.
Bakugo, seeing her state, didn't push immediately. Instead, he merely relaxed his posture. Took the purse from her hands and placed it on a stand nearby. He came back, his presence invading Ayumi. Everything about him was overwhelming — his size, which dwarfed her, his scent, his warmth. His questions.
Did you mean what you said last night?
"Relax, DollFace," Bakugo's deep voice said softly. Her body shuddered in return, as his hands skimmed the skin of her shoulder, taking the jacket off of her, placing it on the hooks on the hall.
Then he took his large hand and gently tucked a tendril of black hair behind her ear, a shiver igniting in her body, warming her to a point where she needed to answer.
"I'm going to be fully honest, Bakugo," she said, nearly breathless, her head naturally leaning into his hand. Her wide eyes turned hooded and locked with his crimson ones, whose hand continued to let the curls of her hair twirl through his fingers.
"I'm so fucking scared of being in a committed relationship again, for so many different reasons." Her voice was light and low, the air stuck in her chest as she forced the words out.
For she still had pangs in her heart when she thought of Monoma. Still worried if she was only thinking in terms of rebound when it came to Bakugo. And it feels like all the examples of strong or healthy relationships have only been dying around her, making her even more scared of looking forward.
And that maybe, she'll become too scared to be herself when dating again. That she would become closed off, afraid of being heartbroken again to the point that she barely puts effort in.
Thats her true fear.
But she can't lie to herself anymore.
"But," she forced herself to breath out, angling her head up more, her body easing, baring herself to Bakugo. "I can't lie. When you give me a small smile, or when you and I just talk — it really makes me want to ignore my fears. Especially when I want to kiss you so fucking bad, Bakugo—"
Ayumi didn't finish her sentence. Her chest expanded in surprise as Bakugo's firm lips came down upon her, his hand in her hair cupping the back of her neck, the other one immediately on her waist, pulling her into him.
It really wasn't a fluke, she thought before her mind emptied.
It was as if Bakugo was a sword of iron -- sharp and strong and deadly. But Ayumi felt as if she was the sheath, the one thing that fit perfectly against him, not hurting or hiding but enveloped in his strength.
For he kissed strongly, as fiery, as his personality, his Quirk. Flames, mini-explosions, ran down her body as he dominated her mouth. Passion and desire that was fueling him seeped through into Ayumi, grabbing a small gasp from her when her chest was brought to his, the feeling of his girth on her lower abdomen.
His body was hot, warming to Ayumi's colder frame. His firm lips were at odds with her soft ones, and Ayumi loved it. Ayumi loved the strong, rougher feel of his hands. The wider and solid body that was bent against hers. The pure heat, power, fire that symbolized Bakugo as he invaded all her senses, invaded her mind, emptying with nothing but want of him.
And still, even though her body was instinctually aware of the power Bakugo held over her, that she could be broken apart with ease, she felt safe in his arms.
Her hands, which had automatically went to his shoulders, fingers digging in with the urge to be even closer to him, started to crawl into his hair. She went on her tiptoes, feeling his length press lower, almost against her apex, making her pulse with want.
She had never felt so much desire to get physically close to someone as she does right now. Never had been able to kiss or be so close in such a way to someone on a first (second) time and still want more.
But before Bakugo could lift her in his arms, like Ayumi was about to beg for, he pulled apart.
Ayumi sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling a hot blush across her cheeks as she struggled to come to her senses. She couldn't even formulate a question as Bakugo pressed his forehead to hers, cursing.
"Shit. I need to ask you first," he growled, as if upset at himself. His crimson eyes looked down at her silver ones, both hooded with need to continue. His voice lowered, the tone deep and rough and alighting goosebumps on her skin.
"Can I kiss you?"
A smile cracked her lips. She was not expecting that. "Aren't you supposed to ask that before you kiss me?"
He tsked, both of his hands now on her hips, holding him tight against him. She bit the bottom of her lips, fingers playing with the edges of his hair on the back of his neck. "Isn't it a fucking improvement that I even bother asking at all?"
"Sure, you can say that," Ayumi teased. In all honesty, she was finding it pretty cute that Bakugo was thinking about asking her for permission in the first place. Something she both expected yet didn't expect from the rough man.
He rolled his eyes but a smirk on his lips betrayed his true annoyance. "So can I, Stars?"
Ayumi blinked up at him, knowing her answer would lead to much more than a simple kiss. She doesn't think she has the strength to deny him, once they start again. The tension that has been building for weeks, almost unbearable with a simple shared look, was tangible and filling Ayumi's body, seeping into her blood and bones.
And saying yes is basically her telling Bakugo:
Please take me to the bed.
And even though she was full of apprehension about moving forward, about letting Bakugo get this close to her emotionally -- because Ayumi was fully aware of how attached she will become if the night doesn't end here...
She wanted it.
Wanted him.
And not just physically. But that was what her body was craving right now. What it has been craving for so long now. What he's been wanting -- she could feel it in every one of his looks.
So she said:
"I don't know why you stopped in the first place," she went as high as the tips of her toes carried her, bringing Bakugo down some, placing her lips to his ear "Katsuki."
She was scooped up immediately, a mix between a groan and a growl from Bakugo vibrating through Ayumi. "Fuck," he groaned before he put his lips back down against Ayumi's, both sighing in relief with the reunion.
Her hands smoothed over his chest, feeling the ripple of muscle under his pecs as her legs tightened around his hips, slippers falling off of her feet. She pushed her hands up under his jacket, sliding down his shoulders, trying to push the clothing off.
Ayumi felt Bakugo smirk against her lips before she trailed down, placing kisses over his jaw, down his throat. Simultaneously, Bakugo opened his arms, letting Ayumi push the jacket off of him, her legs gripping tight to stay on him. She wished her position was a bit lower, so she could feel the press of him, even through the clothes.
As soon as Bakugo's jacket hit the floor, his palms went back her hips, rounding to her ass with a squeeze that made a light moan escape as she place a soft hickey in the crook of his neck, loving the way his skin felt.
Somehow -- Ayumi wasn't really paying attention -- the door to her room had opened and closed. The night-stand lamp was on, since she forgot to turn it off when they left. Bakugo had made sure to lock the door.
Already had Ayumi's hands went to Bakugo's hem of his shirt, wanting to slide it up his frame. To see his beautiful body, to feel every inch with her hands, to taste him.
But Bakugo stopped her, sitting on her bed, causing her to slide forward, straddling him. His hands tightened on her ass when she pressed onto his hard-on, causing an suggestive grin to form on her lips.
"You must really want me, huh?" She teased breathlessly, hands splaying on his lower abdomen, cool to his heat. She pushed up his shirt, even more desperate to unclothe him.
Bakugo chuckled darkly, sending a new wave of heat straight to her center. "Says the one whose taking off my clothes." But he let her, releasing his hands and letting Ayumi slide his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind them.
Bakugo leaned back on his hands, watching Ayumi with heated crimson eyes as she began to physically discover his body, as if it was a work of art.
Ayumi's silver eyes became transfixed on the movement of muscle in his chest, his abdomen. The amount of work he's had to put in to maintain this form, even with the injuries that left scars behind. Her fingers began to trail over the edges of his scar on the shoulder, his body naturally leaning into her touch. She trailed down, tracing over the edge of his chest, unable to stop from rubbing the flatter nipple, Bakugo sucking in a breath at her touch.
Her seductive smile at his reaction sent a shot of blood right to his dick, digging into Ayumi's thigh. Her chest expanded, eyes following her fingers as she moved to touch every inch of his muscled abdomen, almost in awe.
To say that Bakugo had a body of a greek god would be an understatement, in her humble opinion.
When she got to dip of his pelvic bone, one of Bakugo's hands shot forward, stopping her. Ayumi looked up, feeling heat rush to her cheeks at the look of dominance he was giving her. Leaned back, at ease, still larger than her even while she sat on his lap, one of his brows lazily quirked.
"It's not fair if I'm the only one who gets undressed, Doll."
The shivers that her body had to his tone... She cocked her head, ebony hair sliding over her shoulders. "We can't have that, can we," she said softly.
Then she pushed herself to stand up, body already hating the lack of Bakugo.
But Ayumi stood confidently before him. Silver eyes never leaving his, even with the blush on her cheeks, the increased beating of her heart. Bakugo didn't tell her what to do -- no, this was all Ayumi.
All Ayumi as both her hands took the hem of her camisole and lifted it, slow enough to tease, over her head. The camisole was a built-in-bra, and when she took it off, her breasts bounced free, full and round, with pink nipples perked with lust.
Bakugo sucked in a breath, using all his strength to keep himself rooted, only watching with intoxicated eyes the sway of her breasts, the way her hair fell over her chest, curling gently. The fucking tattoo under her left breast.
Her hands went to her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. She slowly pushed it down, bending over a bit to do so. When she stepped out, she was clad in nothing but black, lacy panties.
Breathing out very, very slowly, Bakugo sat upright as Ayumi padded over to him. She was small, even more so when the clothes were gone, but her body was perfect to Bakugo. The perfect hair, breasts, thighs and calves, and the ass. His hands almost shook as he widened his legs, Ayumi between them, landing softly on her thigh. He could see the goosebumps that came with his touch, Ayumi's sensitivity making her react so much more.
He trailed his hands up, gently brushing the outline of her tattoo.
Struggle isn't Failure, it read, in English.
"A drunk mistake, " she explained a bit sheepishly.
"I like it," Bakugo responded, voice having deepened another octave, it seemed, with lust. His large hands trailed up and finally cupped her breasts, squeezing with his rough palms. Ayumi let out a gasp that only made Bakugo squeeze tighter.
"Fucking beautiful," he growled, saying that as his eyes looked up at hers, before lowering a mouth to her left nipple.
Ayumi was very sensitive, due to her Quirk. And although she had took suppressants this morning, the second his lips closed around one of her nipples, sucking in and nipping with his teeth, Ayumi let out a moan. Her hands went to hold onto Bakugo's shoulders for support, knees falling onto the bed as she shook into his ministrations.
While Bakugo sucked and nipped, bit and licked one breast, his hand twisted her other one -- squeeze, twisted, kneaded. Another growl left his throat as he used his weight to pull Ayumi down, laying her on the bed and getting on top of her, switching to her other breast. One of his legs pushed between her thighs, nearly pressing against her center.
Ayumi sighed out, pushing into his mouth, her hands running into his hair to hold him down. Her body felt like fireworks were going off, each touch sending fire through her, setting all her nerves alive in pleasure.
And that was only with her breasts.
"Fuck, Bakugo," she sighed as he bit down again -- only to groan as he pulled back. "No, don't stop-" she moaned in pleasure and surprise.
"Then call me by my fucking name," Bakugo cut her off, pressing his knee against her center, the sudden touch by the abrasive texture of jeans sending shots of bliss through her. Ayumi looked up to see Bakugo towering over her, brows furrowed but not with anger -- with hunger.
She pouted, trying not going to give into every demand he makes. "Why? You don't -- hng -- call me by -- ang -- my name -- "
Ayumi was struggling to make a full sentence due to Bakugo pressing his knee harder against her, rubbing up. He rubbed a bit harder, loving the sounds that escape her at each touch, wanting to hear more.
"I said call me by my fucking name, Ayumi," he said softly in a harsh tone. At the same time, he pressed his lips to her jaw, sucking the skin in, leaving a mark. Ayumi trembled in his grasp, gasping at how one of his hands trailed from her knee, down her thigh, leaving burning lines, to her hip, tracing the lining of her panties.
That hand stopped right before her center, when he pulled his head back, his crimson eyes locking with her silver ones -- hooded and threatening to fall shut on her.
And they asked a simple question:
Can I?
Ayumi nodded. "Don't stop, Katsuki."
Notes:
Y'all. I have been waiting for this moment for so fucking long. I literally stayed up all fucking night -- 10pm -4 am -- to write all of this. I had a plan, but as I wrote, more kept happening, and I was like:
"fuck it, we going all out for their smut"so yeah.
This is the preliminary. Next chapter is all the real smut.
Have fun.
Chapter 26: The Step After Friends 4*
Summary:
Part 2 of Double Update.
All smut chapter. It's been time.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi saw the hint of a smile that broke his lips at her calling his name before he kissed her again, full and soundly. A kiss that swallowed her noise of bliss as his calloused fingers pulled her underwear to the side, sliding up her slit.
He rumbled in a dark thrill as he felt how utterly soaked she was, slick and wet all for him. Both his mind and his dick absolutely loved that.
Bakugo dominated Ayumi's mouth as she fell apart under his hand; his playing of her clit with his rough finger, making her body tremble with each flick and pinch. He took in each sound she made as he pushed one finger in, groaning at how tight she felt, palming her clit at the same time.
Her hands fell from his hair to her shoulders, manicured fingers digging into his strong back as she tried to keep her mind together. But Bakugo wasn't letting up -- kissing her with a slow, powerful intensity that was intoxicating, all while slowly sliding his finger in and out of her, using the palm of his hand to press her clit and rub it at the same time.
Then he slid a second finger in, pushing her tight walls apart. The dark, lust-filled sound he made at the feeling almost drowned out her moan, his lips moving to her neck. Ayumi panted, finally given a form of breather.
Until his tongue and mouth started to trail down her body, kissing and biting and leaving marks that she knew she'll see in the morning. Bakugo paused at her tattoo, spending time to mark around it, kissing every letter.
Then he continued to travel. His fingers eventually came out of her as he moved back, sliding her panties off of her. She shivered at the cold air that swarmed with Bakugo's missing heat, but he was back almost immediately.
Ayumi didn't have time to feel embarrassed at her open legs, baring herself completely to Bakugo, before he was already placing kisses on the inside of her thighs. She could feel his teeth lightly bite into her flesh, feel the suck of his mouth, the swirl of his tongue, the pop as he released. Over and over, almost to her slick center, before he switched to the other thigh.
Bakugo was making sure to leave his mark where only he would see, where he knew Ayumi would cover up, to not let anyone else in. Something just for him, for her.
He placed one last mark, one last hickey, right before his center. Then he stopped, and Ayumi lifted her head, wanting to see what he was doing, ready to beg him to continue. That was when Bakugo licked his way up, from the end to the clit, making Ayumi suck in a breath harshly in shock, falling back to the bed.
He did it again, swirling his tongue around her clit, humming in satisfaction. He reentered his two fingers, spreading them as his tongue focused on her clit. The stimulation was so much that Ayumi quite literally couldn't think. Her mind was completely empty minus Bliss and Bakugo.
She could only feel the wave coming before her body arched, hands digging into his hair and pulling tight, mouth opened in a soundless moan as he body quivered, racketing with pleasure as she came. Bakugo smiled against her entrance, pumping his fingers through her climax, licking up her juices.
Sound came back to Ayumi in the form of shaking moans and gasps, body trembling from over-stimulation as Bakugo kept licking and sucking and pumping. Tears hit her eyes, streaming down her cheeks, feet curling and digging into her bed.
"Katsuki, I can't -- fuck, its too--"
And moments after her first one, she came again. Bakugo gently coaxed her this time, slowing down his speed as he felt the shake of her thighs as they squeezed his head, soft and warm. Her moan was broken, mixed with a sob almost from how over-aroused her body was, her pussy. Like her nerve-endings were flayed, a live fire at each one.
Bakugo had a wolfish grin on his face when he came free, taking his fingers free and sucking off her juices that coated them. Ayumi was panting vigorously, the tears that streaked her cheeks had made her vision blurry.
He leaned forward and kissed the tears on her cheeks, before planting one on her lips that she returned, even half out-of-it.
"Taste like raspberries," he said in a whisper into the kiss. The blush on her face deepened at that and she smacked his chest, hands weak. He chuckled as he pulled back, taking her with her, holding Ayumi in his arms gently.
She fell into his chest, huffing as she sat on his lap, breasts pushed against his chest. She felt a bit annoyed when she realized he was still in his jeans.
"Aren't you taking your pants off?" She asked, voice a bit sore from not being used properly.
Bakugo kissed her softly, rubbing small circles on her hips, each touch making her dampen with desire again. "If I take them off, I doubt we'd be ending the night, here, Stars," he warned, and Ayumi pursed her lips.
"What, you think I can't handle it?" She asked, as if she was insulted. Bakugo gave her a look with one of his brows popped.
"Can you?"
She leaned back in his grasp, but it was mainly Bakugo holding her up, her body still gathering strength. Her gaze was full of honesty and need, and challenge.
"If you have a condom, take your fucking pants off and fuck me already."
••••••••••
Bakugo had never heard hotter words before. No words has managed to make him snap in almost a second.
The way she looked, gorgeous and blushing on his lap, tears streaking her cheeks from the over-stimulation he put her through, the twirls of ebony hair that fell over her chest and arms as if designed by an artist, the full, round breasts heavy with need, that tattoo that was standing out against her pale skin, the red marks he has placed over her entire frame.
And those silver eyes that looked up at him, still full of want and lust for him, a challenge in her gaze, her voice still strong as she told him--
Fuck me already.
Bakugo didn't know when he put Ayumi down on the bed, taking off his belt. He whipped it out, tossing it to the side, not missing the way her body jolted at the action, the blush that hit her. His crimson eyes were locked on her every reaction, the way her legs had widened a bit -- unbeknownst to Ayumi -- with her desire, the pink pussy, still slick and wet and perfectly prepared for him.
As he pushed his jeans and boxers down at once, Ayumi let out a mini gasp at the sight of his member, which stood at full attention proudly. He had a condom in his wallet -- he had been carrying one for the past three weeks -- that he took out, his smirk smug.
"Are you sure you can still handle it, Doll?" He teased Ayumi, handing the condom to Ayumi. Her eyes, which widened at the size he carried, seemed both excited and nervous.
She knew he was big, could feel it through the clothes. But Ayumi didn't think he was this big.
But she didn't back down. She took the condom from Bakugo's hand, the action making his dick pulse with even more want. Even more so when he saw her lick her lips.
Fuck. Me.
Her eyes went back to him. "Can we do mouth first?" She asked, full of false innocence. Bakugo nearly moaned at those words alone.
"Ayumi, you know you don't have to -- fuck," he said through clenched teeth as Ayumi cut him off with a gently hold around his dick. Her colder fingers sent shocks of pleasure through his system, her small hand wrapping around the base, not able to fully connect her fingers.
She moved forward, getting closer to him, and licked her lips again. She looked up, silver eyes wide. "Can I?"
In all honesty, Ayumi was nervous. She has only given one blow job before, and didn't enjoy it. But, seeing Bakugo in all his naked glory, her mouth had watered at the sight. She felt an urge to taste him first, see how much of him she could fit in her mouth, before he went down below.
And Bakugo reached a hand forward, brushing the hair out of her face for her, holding it behind. "Go ahead, Doll."
Ayumi didn't need any more encouragement. Her eyes went to his dick and she opened her mouth, darting her tongue out to lick him. Bakugo sighed out at the feeling, watching intently as she tasted him with kitten licks, curious, soft. Because even her fucking tongue was soft and sweet and rocked him as she licked him.
But her strokes became longer, running from the middle to the tip, tracing the veins. Bakugo blew out a breath, struggling not to grip her hair too-tight as to not hurt her.
"Thats it, Doll," Bakugo said, his voice dropping, Ayumi shivering around his dick as she licked from base to tip, dragging a moan out of his mouth. She did it again ."Fuck, Ayumi."
At the moan of Bakugo, at the hoarseness to his voice, she finally took him into her mouth fully. Her tongue lax, breathing through her nose, she slowly, inch-by-inch, tried to take him into her mouth as far she could. Bakugo groaned deeply, moving his hips, pushing a bit as his fist tightened in her hair a bit.
Her tongue was a cushion, lips plush around his cock, the light warmth of her mouth, all serving as stimulation that sent waves of pleasure pulsing through Bakugo's body. He kept going and hit the back of her throat, not fully sheathed in her mouth, feeling her gag lightly around him.
"Fuck" he sighed, doing his best to not take control as Ayumi began to bob on him, licking and teasing with her teeth, sucking her cheeks tight as she pulled off. "Shit. Good girl, Ayumi. That's it, babe, oh fuck," he groaned again, bending over slightly as she twisted her fist and sucked tightly before taking him as far she she could again.
He didn't mean to, but his body naturally rocked his hips forward, pushing into her throat a bit, making her gag a bit harder than the time before, hair being pulled tightly now. His hooded eyes saw the hints of tears return to her wide silver ones as her mouth was wide and taking in as much as she could of his dick.
The sight sent blood rushing down again, making him harden even more, Ayumi muffling a sound of shock. The sound vibrated through his dick and Bakugo grunted, instinct taking over.
He pulled out, letting her breathe, before pushing back into her cushiony mouth again. Letting her know that he was going to take over, giving her a warning. He could feel the jaw relax even more, as if she was doing her best to open up as much as she could.
And Bakugo began to pick up speed. He held Ayumi's head in place, watching the entire time as his dick went into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, before sliding back out. Again and again. He didn't go too hard or fast, not wanting to hurt her, even when he wasn't thinking, but he was at a speed that rocked her body, made her moan that would shudder through him.
Bakugo didn't see that one of Ayumi's hands snuck between her legs, unable to help herself as she felt aroused by how Bakugo used her mouth. She could tell he was holding back a bit, but felt that she could coax him to go harder in the future.
Bakugo sped up a bit more, the pleasure he felt from her mouth making his mind ebb away, enthralled by the tears, the feeling, the willingness of Ayumi.
It was mounting: the pull in his lower abdomen, the sensitivity of his cock, the bliss that surged forward, making him bend over, his thrusts turning jerkish and uneven, before he tried to pull out, not going to force Ayumi to swallow, even now.
But she had other plans. She grabbed his base, and took as much of his cock in as she could, right as Bakugo came.
"Fuck, Ayumi," he moaned as his hips jerked into her mouth, spilling his seed down her throat. He would've closed his eyes at the power behind his climax, that rocked his mind and almost knocked him on his ass. But he was unable to look away as Ayumi stared up at him, swallowing all the cum that he shot out, what she physically couldn't seeping out the side of her lips.
Panting, Bakugo took his dick out of her mouth, cum drizzling. Ayumi coughed and sucked in a breath, wiping the tears from her eyes and took in a much needed breath.
Then she licked up and pushed the remainder of the cum into her mouth.
Bakugo's dick went upright at the sight.
When Ayumi saw it, she giggled, making Bakugo blush in response. She grabbed Bakugo's hand and pulled him to sit down on the bed, pushing him to sit against her pillows -- because she had a shit ton of pillows.
"Is it your Quirk?" She asked him, lightly tapping his dick, feeling it's sturdiness.
Bakugo rolled his eyes as she slid over his lap, the condom still in her hand.
She had held onto it the whole time.
"That and the fact that you swallow," he answered honestly, reaching forward for a kiss from a red-cheeked woman in his lap. She eagerly complied, the taste of both her and him mixing together as Bakugo held her hips and dragged her forward.
Both panted as they stopped themselves, forehead resting against each others. Ayumi raised the condom up between their bodies, waving it lightly.
"I'm ready for one last round, Katsuki," she said in a voice that would allure anyone to their deaths. Bakugo was no exception.
"Put it on then, Stars."
••••••••••
Ayumi held a small grin as she opened the condom packet, throwing it to the side and taking out the wrap. Bakugo's body had tightened as she pulled it open and brought it to his tip, slowly pushing it down his length.
It was her first time doing this. It excited her, being the one to wrap the dick in the scenario. With the way Bakugo held his breath and his member twitched, she could tell he liked it too.
When he was fully wrapped, Ayumi couldn't help but feel sad that she wasn't on birth control -- it fucked with her suppressants, so she couldn't use it. She would like to feel him raw -- a dangerous thought.
Bakugo's large hands helped lift her onto her knees, moving from her hips to hold her ass, tightening his grip on her flesh. She placed both her hands on his shoulders and looked up, seeing that his crimson eyes had been trained on her own the entire time.
Her smile turned a little embarrassed and cutesy, something that made Bakugo freeze, watching as if he was trying to imprint this scene into memory.
They both leaned forward to envelop each other in a kiss, Ayumi wrapping her arms around his neck, flushing their chests together. And she lowered herself onto him.
"Shit." Bakugo cursed immediately into their kiss. "You're so fucking tight, babe," he whispered, almost praising.
She was worried, initially, about whether or not he would actually fit inside her. That worry had went away when he fucked her mouth, but it came back when she felt the tightness of the fit, groaning softly into the kiss, as the tip, then a few inches of him slowly slid in. She was still dripping, and that was definitely helping, but it was a tight fit.
Some of it was due to the fact she hadn't had sex in a few months, but she was small in general. From her height to her pussy, she was small.
Bakugo loved that, grunting as she took him in, hands tightening their grip on her with the resolve to go slow.
But somehow, as she slowly sheathed Bakugo's dick in her pussy, she managed to take him all in. The feeling took her breath away, made her feel full, unable to breathe in deeply. The stretch was painful at first, but as Bakugo kissed her with slow intensity and rocked her hips in circles, she adjusted to his size, making the stretch feel... wonderful.
"Fuck," she sighed, raising her hips, with Bakugo's help, and slowly coming back down again. She wasn't able to draw in a full breath, feeling every contact of his mouth, every graze of her walls from Bakugo's dick with every tiny movement she or he made. It was thrilling, making every move electric to her, filling Ayumi with excitement and pure need.
She began to move faster, starting to bounce on his dick, rolling her hips, still unable to separate her lips from Bakugo's. Her sighs turned into gasps as Bakugo helped to raise her hips to where his tip nearly came out, then meeting her halfway through her drop, thrusting up into her. That, paired with the grind of her clit into him, the rolling of her hips, and those gasps mingled with soft and lewd moans.
"Fuck, I love your fucking voice," Bakugo growled, moving his lips to her ear, kissing his way to her neck, wanting to hear her unobstructed. He slammed up into her harder, earning a loud, lewd sound that made him groan into the soft spot of her neck and shoulder.
"Come for me, baby," Bakugo enticed, his deep, groaning voice another form of pleasure on its own. "Come for me again, Ayumi." He finished his sentence with another thrust into her, angled in a way that rubbed a spot inside her, making stars flash across her vision as she came undone around his dick.
"Katsuki," she moaned out unknowingly, mind filled with nothing but bliss and pleasure, her frame trembling as her climax crashed through her. It slowly came down, her body momentarily going lax in his arms, quivering with the force, her face fallen to Bakugo's shoulder.
Ayumi tried to take in a deep breath, but with the way Bakugo's cock filled her, the way he moved in and out of her, she couldn't. She sucked in air that barely filled her lungs, the lack of it making her already sensitive body much more tender, each move more invigorating than the last.
It was too much for her body, her mind. And with the way she clenched around Bakugo when she came, the way she clenched now with the onset of another climax, Bakugo was close behind.
His thrusts became messy, untimed, fingers digging into her flesh, leaving their own marks behind.
"Again, baby. With me," Bakugo ordered, but his voice was soft and soothing. It made Ayumi fall apart again with the last of his thrusts, her moan airy and his full of strength that shook her.
Ayumi nearly blacked out from the force of her climax this time, her body already weakened, her mind already shattered. When she came to, she lay on a panting chest, Bakugo still inside her, holding her up gently.
Both took a few moments to catch their breaths, Bakugo placing a kiss on the top of Ayumi's head. Then he slowly took himself out from her pussy making her whine from both the provocation that caused her and the lack of feeling full of him. But, she was able to suck in a full breath, almost coughing as she did so, Bakugo throwing away the condom.
Bakugo turned gently, laying her softly on her bed, covering her with the blanket that had been pushed aside. She frowned at the lack of his heat and he chuckled at her face.
"I'll be right back, stars," he promised.
"Then hurry up," she pouted.
Bakugo only put on his boxers before he left. Ayumi's body was completely slack, and she felt as if it would take the most effort to move -- so she lay in bed, eyes closed, waiting for Bakugo.
He returned with two t-shirts of his, a washcloth wet with warm water, and a cup of tea he set aside on the nightstand table. He uncovered Ayumi and gently wiped her body down with the towel, and she murmured thanks for him.
He then took the second clean shirt he brought and put it on Ayumi, who was practically a doll in his hands, so tired that she just let him move her however he wanted. He then took his spot, propped up against the pillows, and Ayumi eagerly held onto his torso as he pulled the blanket over them.
"I guess we couldn't wait anymore," she mumbled out, eyes shut as she cuddled against Bakugo.
He chuckled at that. "One way of saying it, that's for damn sure."
She peaked with one eye, looking at the tea. Her throat was a bit sore. "That tea is for me, right?"
"I certainly didn't take a dick in my throat, so who else?" Ayumi opened both eyes and looked up at him with a teasing grin. Bakugo, who had his eyes closed, peaked to see her face and groaned.
"Are you trying to tell me you're bi?"
"Shut the fuck up Short Stack," he pushed her head back down as she giggled. "No, I ain't fucking bi."
"You just, what's it called, 'give out favors for the homies'?" Ayumi laughed at her own joke, clearly tired and out of it.
"Do you want me do drop your ass in the middle of the street?" Bakugo warned, even though he was amused with her teasing and how she made herself laugh.
"No, no! I wanna cuddle," her voice turned cutesy and she wormed closer to Bakugo. "And I want my tea. I hope you put honey."
"I know how to make fucking tea, Stars."
"Mhm. We'll see." She yawned and reached her hand out. "Give me my tea and take a selfie of us.
"You'll get your tea when it ain't gonna burn your tongue off. And take your own damn selfie," Bakugo tossed Ayumi the phone that was on the floor. It was his, but he didn't complain as Ayumi opened the camera app using the shortcut method (iPhone), and raised it.
Bakugo was upright, wearing a navy t-shirt, looking relaxed despite his annoyed tone. Ayumi lay on his chest, most of her covered in a blanket, wearing one of his gray t-shirts. her hair was a bit wild, but despite her hooded, tired eyes, her skin looked fresh and rejuvenated, her lips swollen from the kisses she shared with him.
As Ayumi took a selfie, Bakugo rolled his eyes and she stuck her tongue out with a wink.
Notes:
Like I said, I've been waiting to do this. 😭
The entire scene (from part 1 to this chapter) is 6200+ words.😅How'd you like it???????? Lol. Such an odd question. I'm asking how y'all liked reading two characters fuck -- all of which I wrote.💀
I don't know why but I really like their relationship. I was also tryna show, in some way, how Ayumi inherently trusts Bakugo and is doing new shit with him on the first time, regardless if he knows or not, and that Bakugo is inherently safe with her.
And that they had a lot of tension that practically exploded out of them today.Anyways peace!
I have a fun idea for next chapter.
Chapter 27: Invitations 1
Summary:
The morning/day after isn't awkward, for once. But no alone time...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Bakugo was awake, resting as he scrolled through his feed on his phone, waiting for Ayumi to wake up. He didn't have any obligations in the morning, so when he woke up, two hours later than his normal time, he decided to just stay in bed.
Ayumi was over him, using his chest as a pillow, one arm lazily holding on, one leg propped up. She also brought over her blankets the more she snuggled into him, only her face visible. Bakugo had one of his hands resting low on her hip, keeping her in place.
She moves around a lot in her sleep until she finds that one spot. And knowing that she had nothing underneath his shirt... it was taking Bakugo a lot of him to not let his wants to overtake him.
Waking up two hours after his normal time at 6:30 am, showed just how much he had been holding back since he met her. He never slept in, not even sick. But he didn't mind -- in fact, he wish he could wake up like this every morning: covered by Ayumi.
And he wouldn't lie -- there was so much more he wanted to do with Ayumi. He had to take it slow the first night so they could build into it -- and also because he only had one condom on him, and it was clear Ayumi was tired. He wasn't going to completely wear her out on night one.
And while he absolutely fucking loved the night they spent together -- for it was even better than anything he could have imagined -- Bakugo felt as if he put himself in deep shit.
After the kiss that rocked his world, Bakugo had been curious to how it would feel to fuck Ayumi. Would it be so fucking good that he'd become addicted? Or would it be like most experiences? Those were the questions he wondered, because at the end of the day, Bakugo was hesitant to become completely consumed with someone.
And, as she has been doing to him so far, it blew his mind. It was as if Bakugo had been starving for years, and once he got a taste, his hunger didn't satisfy. Instead, it only grew and deepened, and it was taking every ounce of his will to not wake Ayumi up with his face between her legs.
Tart yet sweet raspberries. That was what she tasted like. And Bakugo only wanted more. More of her taste, more of her soft thighs trying to squeeze his head, more of her soft, lewd sounds.
More of her screaming out his name--
Bakugo blew out a breath and gritted his teeth, feeling his hand trying to move down her leg , his boxers tightening over his junk.
Nope. Not fucking now.
What helped to counteract that was a text message from Kaminari that popped across his screen as he opened his eyes again. When Ayumi adjusted against him, her breasts pushing into his chest, Bakugo immediately pressed on the text.
Brainless: BROOOOOOooo
Brainless: Kiri and I gon be in town tmr
Brainless: Give us ur address and time so we can stop by
Brainless: And we staying for two days soooooo
Bakugo rolled his eyes. Kaminari was texting this to the small group chat he, Kaminari and Kirishima shared since they did a lot of activities outside of the normal 'BakuSquad'. But Bakugo was equally as inactive in both chats.
Nerdy Bomb: no
Brainless: If u don't give us an address and a time, we'll talk to Midoriya and show up unannounced either at Endeavor's agency or townhouse.
Brainless: I'm only being nice by asking
Nerdy Bomb: You're fucking lucky I promised not to kill ur dumbass
Brainless: Luv u too bb
Brainless: Tho did something good happen since u ain't using all caps rn???
Brainless: anyways -- see u soon!
Bakugo groaned, shutting his phone off and nearly smacking his face with his phone.
Was he that obvious to his friends? That he was completely at ease right now, in a peaceful state of mind. That he was in a position he would love to repeat every morning?
All because of one tiny woman whose presence seemed so much larger.
Bakugo glanced down at Ayumi, gently brushing some black tendrils into his hand, playing lightly with them. He really did like her hair, the silky feel and ebony color to it. But he mainly moved her hair so he could see the natural pout to her lips as she slept, brows light and calm as she slept peacefully.
He knew he could watch her sleep for a long fucking time. He knew he wanted nothing more than to wake up with her in his arms every morning, see her peaceful face before he started the day. To be able to wrap his arm around her waist and keep her attached to his side.
To be able to taste her every night. To be inside her every night.
Most of all, Bakugo knew that he was completely fucked in every way. Mentally, emotionally, physically.
••••••••••
When Ayumi woke up in Bakugo's arm, albeit too early in her opinion, her day was already off to a great start.
Pair that with a warm shower, delicious food that Bakugo himself cooked, and a relaxing day spent cleaning her room, doing laundry and easy work, she was at ease.
But she was also sore. Her center, the stretch she went through and the multiple orgasms. But she could feel the tingle in her neck, from the amount of bites and hickeys Bakugo placed there -- though she placed her own marks on him. Especially her thighs -- they were comfortably sore, a bit shaky as she moved them, walking around, which began as a hobble in the morning.
It was a soreness that she liked. One that she also liked to see, for when she got out the shower, she saw all the marks placed down her frame, from the soft hook of her neck down to the inside of her knee. Notably around her tattoo and the inside of her thighs.
Ayumi also had kept Bakugo's shirt on for the day. She paired it with a sweater that hid her hickeys so she could pull her hair up into a messy bun, but the shirt was longer than her sweater, hitting mid-thigh, as well as a set of sweatpants.
Her day had been great, for the most part. She hadn't really had a chance to talk with Bakugo alone, with the calls from Ren and Miya, him having to do something for Endeavor, and the condo roommates returning. Ayumi didn't know exactly where they stood, but she knew there was no going back.
First of all, she wanted to let Bakugo know that most of her experience was knew with him. Particularly the fact that she enjoyed it so much and wanted more. Her first time... well, she didn't even know it happened until she woke up, naked and in pain. Then her second time was a drunk escapade that was alright, mainly to get rid of her first memory. Then she was with Monoma for the other times. And to say that she never knew what it meant to feel physically satisfied, pleasured, was an understatement.
So yeah, Ayumi wants to talk to Bakugo. About what it meant for them, what their relationship is, also to let him know how much it meant to her. But at the same time, she was nervous.
How much has really changed? And should she even tell him all of that in the first place?
Anyways...
Not long after the rest of her condo roommates returned from their respective weekend trip, Bakugo free from an online meeting he had, Ayumi forced them all to sit down to watch a movie and eat.
A 'roommate bonding night', she called it. She gave them time to get comfortable, of course, and got everyone's favorite type of pizza and ordered it from her favorite pizzeria nearby.
Then she forced the boys to help bring down the lounge chair in the empty room on their level, setting up the coffee table with Hatsume's help, placing out pizza and drinks and munchies.
"Do we really have to do this?" Bakugo grunted as he and Todoroki placed the chair down. She also had instructed them to rearrange the TV so they all would be able to see it easily.
Ayumi nodded, forcing herself to look away from the flex of his muscles as he lowered the chair slowly, making it perfect.
"We are going to be rooming for the next few months. The least we can do is have at least a 'roommate' night once a week," she responded with a shrug. She would rather be on good terms with everyone rather than it be awkward and full of tension.
"I agree! It's best to foster healthy relationships!" Midoriya cheered, coming down with a few extra pillows and blankets that he placed down for himself.
Bakugo tsked. "Of course your happy ass would agree," he huffed and Midoriya rolled his eyes at him. Ayumi then beckoned for Todoroki to follow her, which he did without complaint.
Behind her back, Bakugo rolled his eyes, noting how everyone easily fell into her orders. Ayumi may be small and the weakest one, physically, in the house, but she has the presence to make everyone fall in line and listen to her. And it was a bit comedic to see Todoroki, towering over her, follow helplessly and listen to orders.
While Ayumi had Todoroki carry the drinks to the table, she started on making him soba, since that was what he requested. In the meanwhile, Midoriya and Todoroki claimed the two lounge chairs, while Hatsume brought a back pillow to sit on the floor, against the couch, with her legs under the coffee table. That left Ayumi and Bakugo the couch.
"You sure you don't want the chair?" Midoriya asked him, but it was clear, between the two males, that he was teasing. He still had the picture of Ayumi and Bakugo sleeping on the sofa, and knew for a fact Bakugo was secretly glad that it worked in his favor.
"Shut the fuck up, nerd," Bakugo flipped him off, about to throw a pillow at Midoriya when the door rang. He grunted and said, "I'll get it."
Ayumi drained the pasta. "The cash tip is on my dresser. Can you also bring the soft blanket on the bed?" She called out. Bakugo just waved lazily but did as she said, going into her room without hesitation and coming out with the cash and blanket, which he tossed onto the sofa.
Both Todoroki and Midoriya were intrigued by that. Todoroki was already sitting down, theories forming in his brain. Meanwhile, Midoriya had to hide the smile that came to his lips at the possibilities. Hatsume, on the other hand, didn't even notice. Both of them acted normal when Bakugo came back in with 4 boxes of pizza.
Ayumi finished the soba noodles and made the sauce as they set up the pizza boxes. Hatsume even went into her room to get out another small table so that no boxes were stacked.
"Thank you for the food!" Hatsume and Midoriya called out as Ayumi placed a nice sized serving dish on the table for Todoroki, Who put his hands together and bowed in gratitude. She smiled softly, more happy to be feeding them rather than for their platitudes.
"Eat, eat," she encouraged, walking around the sit down on the sofa, next to Bakugo. He was on his phone, but watched from the corner of his eye her movements. She was aware of his gaze, her senses more tuned in to him since last night.
"We need a movie to watch," Ayumi said as she opened the extra cheese, well-done box and taking out two pieces into her plate. Bakugo had a pepperoni pizza, Midoriya had vegetarian, and Hatsume requested Hawaiian. All very different tastes, so Ayumi just ordered 4 different, regular sized pizzas.
As she ate, legs crossed on the sofa, everyone argued over what genre to watch. There was a clean split. Hatsume and Bakugo wanted an action movie, while Todoroki and Midoriya wanted a comedy. After Bakugo almost threw his pizza at Midoriya, Ayumi had to step in.
"How about action comedy?" She suggested, licking her fingers. As she did so, she glanced up to see Bakugo eyes honed in on her, the scarlet color darkening with thoughts that made her flush. Clearing her throat, Ayumi looked away, feeling hot all of a sudden.
"That works! What do you say?" Midoriya asked Hatsume and Bakugo.
Hatsume groaned, leaning back. "Fiiinee. As long as action is also a major part of it," she bargained.
Bakugo tsked, tearing his eyes away from Ayumi and to his pizza. "Lets just get this shit over."
"That a 'fine' in Bakugo," Ayumi surmised, Bakugo nudging her over as she smile, and Midoriya used the remote to search for a movie. During the time, when the options dwindled down to either Central Intelligence, Spy, or Game Night, Ayumi finished as much as she could eat and wiped her fingers clean with a wipe, passing one to Bakugo.
They decided on Central Intelligence after Bakugo won a game of rock paper scissors, Midoriya being kind enough to turn the light off. As the movie began to start, Ayumi took her blanket -- that Bakugo got out for her -- and began to wrap up in it.
She was content to sit in the middle of the sofa, with Bakugo lounging on the left side, but she couldn't deny it. Even with her roommates right next to her, Ayumi still wanted to sit next to Bakugo. To lean into his warmth, feel his strong body as she relaxed with him--
As if reading her mind, Ayumi jolted when she felt a strong, calloused hand slide under her sweater, her body shivering at his touch. It wrapped around her waist and tugged her, sliding Ayumi over until she was perfectly against the side of Bakugo's frame, his hand resting on her low abdomen, underneath her sweater but on top of the shirt.
Even in the darkness, with the only light emanating from the screen of the TV, Ayumi felt her cheeks flush. It was a possessive, intimate hold Bakugo had on her, with his hand so low, with her right next to him.
But Ayumi would be an enormous liar is she said she didn't love the dominative hold.
So she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, being gracious enough to put some of it over Bakugo's legs, and curled up into his side.
It made both Ayumi and Bakugo content as they watched the movie.
Notes:
Just a chill chapter after a not-so-chill night 😊
Yes, soon enough they'll have a one-on-one to really talk about what their status is. Right now? No. Soon, I'm gonna build on some drama I've been hinting at, as well as making things interesting and steamy with Ayutsi (Katsumi? Bakyumi? Bakumi? Ayuko? What is their ship name???)
PS...
DOES ANYONE READ THE MANGA????/ WHEN CH. 403 dropped I literally couldn't breathe and stared at my screen for a solid 5+ minutes in pure joy, my heart hurting, and in disbelief.
Maybe I'm too obsessed. Idc right now. But Bakugo, BakuGOAT, is finally back😭😭😭😭😭😭😭Any because of that, I have been pressed to write another Bakugo ff that will be published tomorrow... It will be my last Bakugo fanfic bc I am focusing on other characters from now on.
I know, I'm terrible💀
Chapter 28: Invitation 2
Summary:
This isn't edited. I couldn't even read through the second half of it in time😭 I just wanted to publish.
But, a warning from the mom, and guess whose in town??
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
On a late, Monday afternoon, Ayumi sighed in relief as she submitted her essay. It took her a few days to finalize her essay for the English Language class she was in, and after writing in only English for the past few days, she was glad to have a break.
She pushed her computer off of her lap and onto the sofa, stretching her legs clad in shorts, letting the fading hickeys be on display. She was in the condo alone, everyone else at work, and didn't feel the need to cover up fully, wearing her normal pajama set. As far as Ayumi was aware, no one was expected to come home early.
Ayumi stood up, stretching her arms and torso, body tight after sitting on the sofa for a while. Wearing a blue tank-top, hair up in a messy bun, the hickeys on her neck and top of her chest were also visible.
Putting her slippers on and grabbing her phone, Ayumi padded over to the kitchen, parched. She grabbed one of her green tea cans, drinking as she lookout out the small kitchen window. They, meaning her roommates and Ayumi, stayed up late watching movies. Later then they should have, considering that the majority had to wake up early.
But Ayumi enjoyed it, even if she had to drag her ass to bed. Especially the part when she cuddled into Bakugo's warmth for most of the night. Would she have, maybe, you know, taken him back to her bed, even with the lingering soreness she had?
Of fucking course. But cuddling was great, even if Ayumi wasn't sure what their status was.
Her phone then began to ring, and she saw 'Mom' slide across the screen.
I'll table these thoughts for later.
Clearing her throat, Ayumi answered. She has not had contact with either of her parents since the divorce announcement, and although it seemed that her father was the one mainly in the wrong, Ayumi was still... distressed over it, to say the least.
"Hey, Mom," Ayumi greeted, turning away from the window to sit at the table with her tea. "What's up?"
"Has Reki tried to call you?" Keira asked right away, not wasting any time greeting. How a typical conversation went with her mom.
Ayumi frowned a bit in confusion. "Um, no, he hasn't called me." Her frowned increased as a thought crossed her mind. "Is there something bad that has happened and I need to know--"
"Nothing bad like that," Keira cut in, making sure not to lead her daughter on. She sighed tiredly over the phone, and Ayumi wondered just how hard this divorce was on her mother.
Keira always had the strong woman persona, always a woman that wouldn't break no matter what. Ayumi always did her best to emulate her -- and was pretty damn good at it, if she was being honest. But Ayumi was aware of how hard it was to keep up the image, the pain that could be hiding behind it all.
So she wondered just what struggles her mother was hiding.
"Just make sure not to meet up with Reki. If he calls you, asking to guys to talk in person, don't accept." Keira's tone was calm but commanding, as if this was a topic she was not going to budge on.
The order itself, to not meet her dad in person, made Ayumi stiffen and stare down at her phone. Her heart picked up pace, both curious and worries starting to swarm in her mind.
"Why?"
"... trust me, Ayumi," her mother responded, softer in tone than normal. That also made Ayumi even more worried. "When I can, I will tell you everything. But please, just trust me."
A few seconds passed in a tense silence. Ayumi had to force her heart to calm down, to not run wild and cause all wild scenarios in her head. To keep cool.
She breathed out slowly. "Okay, mom. I'll trust you."
"Thank you, Ayumi. I'll call you again."
"Bye, mom."
And Keira hung up. She wasn't one for greetings or farewells.
Once the call ended, Ayumi placed both of her elbows onto the the table, letting out a deep sigh as she put her head into her hands, letting her fingers rub the edges of her scalp, the action soothing. She even ended taking her hair out, letting it waft down her shoulders and back in slightly-tangled waves. She then began to lower her head, massaging her scalp to relief tension that was creeping up.
Ayumi was now aware that something else was going on between her parents. But, for it to be bad enough that even her mother, Keira the cold -- as people put it -- would warn her away from her father, Ayumi was worried.
What has her father done to warrant that?
Ayumi wasn't left to stew on it, not as the door opened and footsteps walked in. Multiple, heavier footsteps. And with them came the male, loud voices that made Ayumi sit up right, yanking her hands out of her hair. Her hair, most messy than it was, settled over her chest, poofing up a bit around her skull. With her wide eyes, she looked a bit like a shocker cartoon character.
"Man, this is a nice setup! Endeavor agency really cares about y'all!" She heard a familiar, happy male voice say from the hallway.
"It's because we gotta bring extra people, dumbass, or we'd be staying in the Endeavor Agency," Bakugo's gruff voice responded.
Ayumi blinked, glancing at the time. It was only 5:34 pm. No one came back from work until 6:30 pm, usually.
And that's when she realized the predicament she was in.
If she stood up to greet them properly, then there was a high chance they may get of the glimpses on her thighs. If she doesn't, then she looks rude, and Ayumi doesn't want to start off that way.
But she was a mess. Tank top showing off the swells of her breasts, the messy hair, the polka-dot shorts. All of it she planned to change out of before everyone else got back.
And it was too late to try running to her room. She was sitting down, and the men walking in were already entering the main room.
First was Bakugo, rolling his neck as he turned the corner, heading to the kitchen. He wore a tight t-shirt, a black hat and mask that he was taking off, shaking his hair free. Ayumi held her breath, knowing she was trapped at her spot, when Bakugo's scarlet gaze raised to see her.
At first, his gaze heated up instantly. His gaze became tangible, readily taking in her appearance, no matter how messy. Well, messy to Ayumi -- to Bakugo, it looked as if she just got out from rolling in the sheets, and that thought sparked his want, that has only exponentially grown since Saturday night, to come back in full force.
His eyes raked down her frame, taking in her disheveled appearance, gaze glinting as he noted each of the marks he placed. When he reconnected his eyes with Ayumi's, her own pupils dilated, cheeks blushing lightly as less than decent thoughts crossed her mind.
Even as she was uncertain with what to do right now. It seemed that message got across when Kirishima spoke up again, Bakugo blinking before cursing under his breath, glancing and grabbing the blanket that was folded on the coffee table, taking a few steps and tossing it Ayumi.
Ayumi was lucky enough to have caught it, quickly unfolding it, Bakugo standing in a way where neither Kirishima nor Kaminari would notice her right away. She wrapped the soft blanket around her body, having it cover her torso and thighs, stopping at her mid-calf.
And Kirishima and Kaminari appeared right after. Both Ayumi and Bakugo let out a big sigh -- Ayumi's from not wanting others to see her marks when she wasn't in an official relationship, especially on her thighs and breasts, and for Bakugo it was because he didn't want to deal with the questions from them.
Ayumi gave Bakugo a thankful look, shortly bowing her head. Bakugo smirked in response, stepping back and letting Kirishima come into view.
"Oh, hey Isaki!" Kirishima greeted as soon as he saw the woman at the table.
A smile crossed her lips as she stood up, the blanket covering what it needed to, nodding her head. "Hey, Kirishima. Hi Kaminari." For the blonde waved excitedly at seeing her. And Ayumi then turned her gaze back to Bakugo.
However, this time, her gaze wasn't soft and sultry.
Nope, it was a glare being hid behind her grin. "I didn't know you guys were coming today."
Bakugo narrowed his eyes in response but tched and shrugged, walking over to the fridge.
He thought one thing. At least she's not gonna flat out scold my ass.
Ayumi thought another. Just wait till I get a moment alone with him.
And then her gaze snapped back to her normal, kind eyes and she went into hostess, amiable mode.
••••••••••
Bakugo didn't want to go to work on Monday. It was paperwork day, meaning he had to file reports and go through boring ass cases. He only had a short patrol period, right after lunch, before he would resume all the paper shit again.
He would much prefer to either stay in the field all day, or be at the condo with Ayumi. Sadly, even he was aware of the importance of doing his paperwork, no matter how tedious.
Lucky for him, Bakugo was able to steam roll through the cases and reports, and only did an hour more of them after his short patrol before he finished. Maybe it was the motivator of who was at the condo that made Bakugo work even faster.
Maybe it was because he wanted some alone time with Ayumi before Kirishima and Kaminari popped up.
Sure, Bakugo had a shit ton of physical shit he wanted to do with the ravenette. But he also had some plans that involved going places.
But that might be more likely to happen once they get the discussion over what they are out of the way. Even if there are no 'official' labels on the two of them, Bakugo is putting a claim on Ayumi, and he won't stand for anyone else tryna fuck with her.
So, when he packed up at around 4:30 pm, he was doing his best to leave the agency as fast as possible. Midoriya and Todoroki, who worked in the same space as him, only watched in amusement at Bakugo's speed with which he slammed his bag together.
"Something important, or meeting someone?" Midoriya teased, almost done with his own workload. Bakugo merely threw the finger up at him as he walked out, leaving the green-haired man smiling conspiratorially.
However, as Bakugo reached the first floor of Endeavor Agency, putting on his black hat and mask so that he wouldn't be easily noticed by the public, there was something to put a hold to his plans.
Or, two somethings. Someones.
"Hey!!!!" Bakugo cursed, almost using his Quirk as two arms jumped on his back, yanking his body down. If it wasn't for his reflexes, Bakugo would've fallen onto the floor.
"Dumbasses!" Bakugo elbowed the two guys off of him, standing up and yanking his hat down as he saw the way other employees struggled not to outright laugh at them. "What the fuck are y'all doing here?"
Kaminari, who wore a grey hoodie with jeans, gave him finger guns. "Oh, ya know, surprising you so we can get the true deets!"
Bakugo leveled a glare before looking to Kirishima, who shrugged. "I mean, he's not wrong. You're more likely to tell the truth when not taken off guard."
Rolling his eyes, Bakugo began to walk towards the back entrance, Kaminari and Kirishima following along like puppies. "What the fuck do I have to lie about? And did you really have to show up when your asses will be at the fucking charity shit?"
Kirishima answered as they walked out of Endeavor Agency, into the back alley -- also protected by security. That's when Bakugo put the mask on, covering his chin. With the hat pulled low, he didn't need to pull his mask all the way up.
"Well, we have many questions. Some about the Endeavor Agency, some about your project..." he trailed off, making it near obvious to Bakugo what the rest of the questions were about.
At least he ain't outright saying it--
"And mostly about the relationship with your smoking hot partner-- eep!" Kaminari jumped and squealed, barely missing an elbow to the head. His reflexes have increased a lot, after the few years of being Bakugo's friend.
Who was currently glaring at Kaminari, eyes holding enough danger that Kirishima just stood back, letting Kaminari quiver in fear alone.
"Don't fucking talk about her like that, Denki. Got it?" Bakugo's voice had dropped an octave, a growl of threat lacing his voice. But it wasn't just the tone that scared Kaminari, even Kirishima.
It was the way that Bakugo used Kaminari's name. They were used to the threats, but it was always with a soft of nickname, from Shitty Hair to Braindead Pikachu.
Their real names? It meant they crossed a line and was two seconds from getting absolutely fucking blasted.
"Y-yeah, I got it," Kaminari stuttered out, eyes wide. Bakugo sighed and tched, turning around and walking forward. Kaminari and Kirishima shared a wide-eyed look, both thinking the same thing.
Kaminari then nodded his head towards the angry blonde, translating that 'this next question is all you, bro'. Kirishima gritted his teeth before the two of them caught up with Bakugo, breathing out slowly in preparation for if what they say gets on Bakugo's nerves.
"So... that must mean something happened with Isaki?" Kirishima asked in a lighter tone, trying to ease the tension in Bakugo's frame.
Who only stiffened a bit more as they filed onto the street. He gave them a look. "If you're gonna ask me questions, you better buy me some shit."
Kaminari instantly pulled out his wallet. "I got you covered, bro," he winked, making Bakugo roll his eyes. But, at least he didn't seem likely to attack anymore. He then perked up, as if suddenly remembering something.
"Oh, remember how you asked me to dig up dirt on Monoma, the bitch?" Kaminari said with a mischievous grin, now walking side-by-side with Bakugo. Kirishima also perked up at that, and, despite what most people thought was possible for the gentle Hero, he, too, had a mischievous smirk.
Seeing that look on Kirishima, Bakugo's own, signature, evil smile began to slide onto his lips. "What ya got?"
And that started an hour long conversation, that slid from Monoma, to the competition, to just general life, and eventually reached Ayumi again.
Luckily for Bakugo, they reached the condo by the time Ayumi came up, and he didn't have to answer anything.
For now.
Notes:
I have a schedule, so I should update regularly. Hopefully.
But I got sick overnight and I still got fucking calc hw due tonight, and a fucking anatomy lab test on Thursday that I needa study for😭
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And I wanna write another smut chapter for Bakumi ngl, even if I sacrifice plot for it lol
(i'm making Bakumi their ship name I like it the most mwahaha)
Chapter 29: Invitation 3
Summary:
ello. Bakugo Invites Ayumi somewhere...
*not edited*
Notes:
-- changed the ending a tiny bit bc I want to write the first few smut scenes out and not allude to it lol. Originally, I had it where Bakugo would sneak back to Ayumi's room after Kiri fell asleep and they 'did their best to keep quiet' but then I realized it goes against my general plot so I had to alter it.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi had an easy grin on her lips as she reached for bowls on the top shelf. It was a chilly night, so she had made a stew. The only problem was that the bowls were on the top row of the cabinet shelf, and Ayumi could not reach it.
Sighing, she pulled her arm back, about to ask for help, no matter how much she hated doing so. But as she opened her mouth, a warm presence pressed against her back, a large, masculine hand reaching over her head to grab out the bowls. Ayumi could feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she angled her head up to see Bakugo smirking down at her.
"Need some help, Short Cake?" He teased. Ayumi rolled her eyes, huffing, taking the bowls from his grasp and stomping over to the table.
"I would've thanked you, but that additive does not warrant one," she grumbled, lining the bowls on the table in a row. She could practically feel Bakugo roll his eyes with a smirk as Kirishima and Kaminari shared a suggestive look.
For the past hour and a half, after Ayumi changed into a sweater and leggings, the four of them had been chatting. Kirishima would ask nice questions about life, the competition, rooming with 3 Heroes and a crazy mechanic, and such.
Kaminari would try to be a bit suggestive in his questioning, but got shot down by Bakugo.
But, seeing the relationship between Bakugo, Kirishima and Kaminari was very fun and wholesome to Ayumi. Even though he tried his best to have a tough-guy act, even with his friends, Bakugo clearly was at ease and joked around with them. Ayumi thought it was a bit cute, if she was honest, and she was happy that Bakugo found people who would be so close to him despite his... anger issues.
"You know, I am not the biggest stew person. But that shit smells phenomenal!" Kaminari exclaimed, grabbing for a bowl that Ayumi filled up.
She gave him the first one as Bakugo sat next to her and grumbled. And she jolted, almost dropping the bowl, but quickly recovered her grin.
"Oops. It's hot, be careful," she warned and Kaminari bowed her head in thanks. Ayumi stood straight and secretly elbowed Bakugo's shoulder -- but he didn't budge.
For, since the table hit him, his hand had gripped around the inside of her left thigh. Not fully around, but a grip of dominance, command. Ayumi could feel her cheeks blaze red, but did her best to push past it. To push past the way her heart sped up a bit, or how her breasts tightened and stomach coiled with a spark of desire.
The way Ayumi craved Bakugo's physical touch, even more now, was almost insane to her. She went from struggling to keep her desire to herself, to now struggling to not jump Bakugo in front of people.
And with the way he gripped her thigh, as she served, Kirishima a bowl, Ayumi believed Bakugo was feeling the same way.
After she served Kirishima and Bakugo, making herself a bowl and sitting down, his hand slid to rest on top of her thigh. She had to clamp her legs shut as his fingers got dangerously close to her center, dangerously close to feeling how bad she wanted him right now.
Ayumi shot Bakugo a glare as his grip tightened a bit. Bakugo looked unfazed.
"Oh my fucking gosh, this is delicious," Kirishima proclaimed, looking up with wide eyes to Ayumi. He glanced between his bowl and to the ravenette again, blinking in disbelief.
"Thank you," Ayumi gave him a soft grin as she took a spoon of her own food.
"You made this," he said, as if trying to enforce in his head that this small woman was truly the one who made this dish full of explosive flavor.
"Yes, I did," Ayumi chuckled as her grin widened. Especially as Kaminari didn't say anything, just wolfing the bowl down. Bakugo smirked, but didn't deign a word as he too was unable to tear himself away from eating the stew.
Kirishima blinked some more before a cute grin split his lips, his shark teeth on display in a way that was not menacing. Though, it could've been, if Ayumi considered the fact that she was surrounded by three males, all so much larger than her, all who could easily kill her.
But with Bakugo by her side, with the kindness and friendliness that embodied Kirishima and Kaminari, Ayumi felt safe, at ease.
Kirishima's red eyes glanced to Bakugo. "I can see that food is at least one reason why he likes you so much."
He said that and went back to eating, cheerfully.
Except, both Ayumi and Bakugo choked on their spoons.
"Dude, Isaki is cool as fuck. I can see so many reasons why Bakugo likes her!" Kaminari hopped in, not feeling the glare from Bakugo who had to down a glass of water to talk. Ayumi forced herself to keep eating, feeling Bakugo's hand tighten more on her thigh. "Especially considering the shit we're gonna do to Mo--"
"How 'bout y'all shut the fuck up, huh?" Bakugo's deep, growling voice cut Kaminari off as both her and Kirishima looked over at them. Kirishima was bent over his bowl, but his eyes still alighted in amusement at seeing his best friend and the girl , who he was clearly into, both red faced.
"..." Kaminari had a minute to consider whether he wanted to risk his life or not. But, at the sight of a blushing Bakugo, he had to continue. "... well, why are you both so red? I meant like as in friendship, right Kiri?" Kaminari clearly fibbed, elbowing Kirishima, who nodded.
"Yeah, totally meant friendship," Kirishima jumped right in, reaching for the stew to make another bowl.
"So what were you guys thinking of?" Kaminari continued, his smile as wide as ever. "Oh, I'm glad you like our rough-and-tough Bakugo, Isaki. He's alright, beneath his gruff exterior, right?"
Bakugo was seriously considering spearing Kaminari in the head with a spoon. Better yet, a knife.
Ayumi shrugged, fighting off her blush that just won't go away. "Yeah, Kat- Bakugo is a really good guy. I'm glad to have him in my life," she said honestly, picking up her glass and sipping some cold water, glancing away from the table.
Away from the table that went silent, full of males with wide eyes. Kirishima and Kaminari blinked first, both giving wide, suggestive grins to Bakugo as they held back their chuckles. Bakugo, in the other hand, was unable to tear his eyes off of the woman sitting by his side.
The woman with wavy, ebony hair, currently tied up in a bun. With the red cheeks and sparkling, silver eyes. The one who has been fully honest, baring her truth, her emotions, before him the past two months. The one who made him want to leave his Hero work early, to spend time with her no matter what it be. The one he wanted to sleep with every night, wake up every morning with her in his arms.
The one he wanted to rely upon, to also reveal his own truth with.
Ayumi put her glass down and turned to face Bakugo's heated stare. His eyes were wide, frown dropped as a truly stunned expression was his visage. Ayumi's own eyes widened at the sight, sucking in a breath as her first instinct was to ask what was wrong.
Even Kaminari and Kirishima were shocked into silence. They've never seen Bakugo make such a surprised, vulnerable expression before, and they were suddenly aware of something.
"Are you okay? Do you need water? Did something happen? Was it something I said--" Ayumi began to rush out questions, about to stand up and look Bakugo over.
"I'm okay, Stars," he said, cracking a smirk that looked fake to everyone at the table. Ayumi gave him a doubtful look, and he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "I just realized something. That's it. Don't start acting like I'm having a fucking heart attack or shit."
"But you are," Kaminari whispered, low enough that Ayumi didn't clock it.
Ayumi sighed, crossing her arms and sitting back in her seat.
"Okay." She then gave a look to the two guests at the table. "Now, if you two are done trying to tease your friend and I," Ayumi drawled, pointing to the dishes. "You can both wash the dishes and decide which one of you is sleeping on the couch. I'll go prep the bedroom."
She left Kirishima and Kaminari arguing over it, slipping out from under Bakugo's palm easily enough. But Ayumi paused at the steps, looking over her shoulder to see Bakugo lost in thought, still staring down at the empty chair, which she just left.
Is he okay? She wondered before going up the stairs.
••••••••••
Walking out of the bathroom, Ayumi was drying her hair with a towel when her eyes saw the man sitting on a lounge chair. He was clearly lost in thought, finally given a moment of reprieve after the past few hours of nonstop chatter.
While Ayumi was setting up the extra room, Todoroki, Midoriya and Hatsume returned. That led to a lot of talking and catching up, even playing a quick board game as the classmates had a mini reunion. Before her shower, everyone started to retire, and Kirishima claimed the sofa — though he went up to take his own shower.
So, that's when she came across Bakugo sitting on the chair, legs spread wide, one hand gripping the arm of the chair, the other propping his head up, clearly lost in thought. Ayumi had two things flit through her mind — to either go over there, straddle Bakugo, entice him back to her room. Or to let him think in peace.
She was still making a decision when Bakugo's gaze turned to look at her, instantly heating up. Ayumi fought the blush that came to her cheeks at a simple gaze, feeling her body warm up in all the right spots.
He nodded. "Come here, Stars."
Ayumi didn't even hesitate, not with the natural command to his voice. She turned and walked over to him, Bakugo barely adjusting his position, just watching with dark eyes as Ayumi sat on him. With her shorter legs and his spread wide, Ayumi's straddle was exposing, as one of Bakugo's large hands came up and help push her further onto him. She could feel the hard press of Bakugo's girth, even through the layers of clothing, her rosy blush coming in full force, breath hitching.
"Is everything okay?" Ayumi asked gently, hands lightly pressed to his broad chest. Her wet hair fell over her shoulders, some sticking to her cheeks, some stuck in the towel across her shoulders.
Bakugo blinked, his hand tight on her hip, threatening to fall lower. He was too busy staring at Ayumi, holding himself back, before the question she asked registered in his brain.
"You know about the Endeavor Agency Charity event shit?" Bakugo asked, Ayumi feeling a shiver run down her spine, right to her core.
She nodded. "Isn't it a big, few day event? I heard only Heroes or something like that can attend—"
"Come with me."
Ayumi stiffened, taken aback by the question. Feeling it, Bakugo's hand began to massage, needing the softness of her hip, slowly moving lower. "Endeavor wants me to bring a date or some shit," he grumbled, momentarily avoiding eye contact.
Ayumi smiled, holding back her giggle at his obvious lie. "You don't have to make an excuse to ask me on a date, Dynamight." She pinched his bicep lightly, noticing the faint hint of a blush that he quickly covered up. "I'll go with you, of course. When is it?"
Bakugo breathed out slowly, regaining his composure. "It's in a week and a half. Friday through Sunday. Yokohama."
"Week and a half..." Ayumi did the mental math in her head, making sure it wouldn't coincide with her promised week with Camille. "Yep, I can attend. In Yokohama? So, fancy hotel?" Ayumi wiggled her brows and Bakugo smirked, leaning forward a bit, shortening the distance between their lips.
"Just one hotel room, DollFace." He quirked a brow at Ayumi's reddening face, smirk widening. "Is that a problem?"
She shook her head no too fast, gaining a dark chuckle from Bakugo. "Not a problem," she sighed out, but her words were barely heard as Bakugo leaned down more, kissing Ayumi softly.
Ayumi sighed into the kiss, body going lax, hands fisting in his shirt as she pushed forward, becoming desperate for more. More than just a kiss, with the loss of clothes and the gain of skin to skin. To let the heat coursing her veins build up to a breaking point, shattering her mind again, shattering with Bakugo.
Bakugo pulled back first and Ayumi whined, following his lips for more. "Let's go to your room, Stars. Unless you wanna give Shitty Hair a show?"
She pursed her lips, leaned back in his grip. No, she did not want to give Kirishima a show. Not when Ayumi was still uncertain what, exactly, they were. But that wasn't what left her mouth, a question to clarify. Nope, instead it was important information.
"Just so you know," Ayumi began, popping her lips as she forced herself to act calm. "I am not on birth control." Bakugo froze under her momentarily and Ayumi both had to fight back an eye roll and a giggle at his widened eyes.
Clearly, someone forgot about protection.
She continued. "I can't take the patches or pills, or any of the hormonal shit, because it fucks with my suppressants, and I don't wanna die. The IUD and ring would be too painful to put it in, much less keep it in, so that isn't an option." She poked his chest softly, looking up through her lashes, blinking cutely.
"So, unless you want to get me pregnant and pay child support, you need to use a condom. I also can only take plan B four times between periods, by the way."
Ayumi said that so cutely, so nonchalantly, smoothing the fabric of Bakugo's shirt -- as an excuse to feel him up. Bakugo, after coming to internalize what she said, finally understanding, snapped out of his stupor.
"... so we can fuck raw four times until when?" His voice dropped an octave, rumbling through Ayumi's frame, settling in her skin, goosebumps alighting. She could feel the desire run straight to her core.
"About two weeks, right now," she answered, nearly a whisper. A roguish grin overtook Bakugo's face, and Ayumi could practically read his mind as his crimson eyes deepened, chest expanding as he inhaled.
Ayumi quickly put a stop to those thoughts before Bakugo could voice them. "Not raw tonight, though. Too many people, especially with our guests -- one of whom is coming down the stairs right now."
Bakugo didn't miss how she only said 'tonight'. Pushing his desire for one or two more days? Manageable. Especially if he had the chance to feel Ayumi raw -- he'll wait as long as he needed to.
He'll have to find a way to make sure Kirishima and Kaminari didn't stay an extra night.
Before Kirishima could round the steps and come across Ayumi straddling Bakugo, Bakugo effortlessly picked Ayumi up, setting her on the arm of the chair, pulling his phone out to act as if he and her were talking about the competition.
Ayumi fell in step immediately, going straight into talking about the next restaurant and chef to visit. Bakugo had to swipe his grin away at how they were able to coordinate naturally without speaking.
Kirishima did give them a look at first, but shrugged it off as if nothing happened. Soon enough, they went to bed, Ayumi giving a Bakugo a look as the male went up the stairs -- a promise to continue as soon as they could.
When he heard Kirishima snoring, Bakugo almost went to Ayumi's room. He had to slap it out of him.
He can wait. He knows he can.
It just sucks to wait.
Notes:
Y'all it's important to discuss birth control with your sex-mate, if y'all ain't looking to be pregnant. ANd if y'all ain't in a relationship where you can get pregnant, at least make sure everyone is healthy and not going to cause you to need some medication, if ya know what I mean.
Anyways.
I know exactly why Bakugo froze at the dinner table. Why he was deep in thought. Why he asked Ayumi to come to the Endeavor Charity Event -- which should be a fun arc lol.
Can y'all guess why? Mwahahaha!!
Chapter 30: Truths 1
Summary:
Slight violence in later part of chapter. Not too bad, but just a warning since this is NOT AT ALL a violence focused story.
Notes:
I'm sorry for the late update. Thanksgiving week off took it's toll on me mentally and I couldn't only sleep and watch shows💀
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The next day, Tuesday, was boring, for the most part. Ayumi didn't cook breakfast, although Kaminari wanted her to, for Kirishima and Bakugo bought food for them. After a shared breakfast, Kaminari and Kirishima followed Bakugo around for the day, apparently doing Hero-stuff.
They also stayed Tuesday night, where Ayumi did cook a meal that everyone enjoyed -- with the help of Bakugo, who, once again, came back from work early. She also managed to get most of her assignments for the next month out of the way, and finished one of her online exams, so Ayumi was at ease. She even slept well, despite wanting to drag Bakugo back into her bed.
The next morning, Wednesday, Ayumi was up early to say her goodbyes to Kirishima and Kaminari. She walked them to the bus stop, along with an annoyed Bakugo, and waved as they got on the bus.
But, before he got on, Kirishima told her something while Bakugo was distracted by Kaminari's antics.
"Thank you for being by his side, Isaki," Kirishima said softly, scratching the back of his neck as he gave an awkward but honest smile. "I know he's not the most sociable, but he's a good guy. So don't break his heart or anything like that, please."
Ayumi stared up at the tall red-head with wide eyes, taken aback by the sudden words he said. She felt the blush come to her cheeks as she cleared her throat and tucked hair behind her ear.
Then she nodded strongly, once.
"I won't. I promise."
Kirishima gave her a blinding smile and patted her shoulder softly. Ayumi stiffened up at the contact, her shoulder feeling the abrasive rub of her shirt with his added pressure, but she ignored it. Kirishima and Kaminari got on the bus, spouting goodbyes and promises to meet up again soon.
As the bus doors closed, Ayumi could only stare off into the street, lost in thought.
She promised so easily, despite not knowing where she stands with Bakugo. Not knowing where she stands with her heart. She even forgot just how damn sensitive she is to touch -- which Kirishima just proved. here she is, not feeling an ounce of discomfort when Bakugo touches her -- quite the opposite, truly -- but when anyone else does so, outside of people she has known for years, it is how it always is.
Uncomfortable. Abrasive.
What was it about Bakugo that made her open up to him so much in a relatively short amount of time? Both emotionally and physically? Why was she so sure she wasn't going to break his heart? Is she expecting more than just sex, something romantic?
Something long term?
Is that the pleasure talking, the rebound, or is it true?
Is Ayumi just being overwhelmed with his presence that she wants Bakugo so much? Or is it all her -- does she really want him for herself, more than a physical relationship?
Is she using her hurt feelings and his presence to comfort her, and mistaking that for... a crush?
Or is it all real?
Ayumi needs to determine that soon, before anything final happens with Bakugo.
"You okay, Stars?" Ayumi jerked back to the present, her heart beating faster as she turned to look up at Bakugo with wide eyes. He wore a hat, pulled down on his head to do the best to hide his face from the public. Although, he did stand out with his height and build.
But his scarlet eyes were honed on her, genuinely asking the question. Ayumi put on her smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking of where to go to get a present for Itsuki."
For his birthday was next week, and Ayumi always got her friends a birthday present.
Bakugo continued to stare at Ayumi before reaching in his pocket and taking out keys. "Can you drive?"
"Uh, yes, but I don't normally-- what are you doing?!" She exclaimed as Bakugo stuffed the keys into her hand and made sure she was holding them. "I haven't driven in a while--"
"As long as you don't fuck my car up, I'll be fine," Bakugo grumbled in response, landing his large hand on top of her head, rubbing and messing her hair with his sweet gesture. Ayumi instantly went silent, almost like a cat purring into his touch. "There have been a spike of random villain attacks recently, so I'd rather you not be taking public transport and shit when I'm not around."
Ayumi blinked up as he took his hand away, stuffing it back in his pocket. She then gave him a teasing smile. "Aww. The big Hero is worried for me. So sweet," she giggled. But, in all honesty, her heart felt warm, and her hand clenched the keys tighter.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her. "Yeah, I fucking am." His hand came out of his pocket again, as if desperate to touch her once more as the next bus started to arrive. He tilted her chin up, quirking a brow. "Keep your ass safe. Got it, Stars?"
"Got it." She raised the keys. "And I won't damage the car. I promise."
She could feel the heat in his eyes as she said those words, as she smiled up at him. Could feel his grip on her chin tighten ever so slightly.
And before the bus pulled up, Ayumi's eyes went wide, shoulders and hands drawing up as Bakugo darted down, tilting his head so the hat wouldn't hit her. And planted a soft, warm kiss on her lips.
The shock of him doing it in a public space sent a thrill down her frame, curling her toes and warming every bit of her. Ayumi eagerly returned it, body relaxing and moving to get closer.
However, the bus pulled up with a release of air and Bakugo let out a heavy curse as he pulled back, lowering his hat some more.
"See ya, Stars," he murmured, to where only she would hear, as the doors to the bus opened and he walked on.
It took Ayumi a few seconds, blindly watching Bakugo squeeze into the busy bus, doors close, driving him away, to snap out of her stupor. She pressed the back of her hand to her cheek and felt the heat. She then pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the fast thumping of her heart.
I need to think.
••••••••••
Ayumi was apprehensive as she hopped out of the large SUV, checking for any scratches. This was her second stop, near a line of shops in a nicer part of downtown, after failing to find a gift for Itsuki at her first stop.
Yes, she has driven before, but mainly smaller cars. Having to drive a large SUV in the busy streets of downtown Tokyo was a harrowing experience, and to say Ayumi had to swerve a bit hard a few times would be an understatement. The width of the SUV was something to get used to, as well as the mechanics. Ayumi has spent a solid 10 minutes learning how the car worked before she could drive.
I'll leave the driving mainly to Katsuki from now on, she thought, breathing out in relief when she saw the car was undamaged.
She quickly moved on from the parking lot, paying the parking price and walking down to the sidewalk of the main road. Although it wasn't as busy as it could be, at only 1 pm, it was still fairly loud. Ayumi was lucky to have taken her suppressants this morning, for she forgot her small ear-covers.
Ayumi looked at the stores, stopping in every other one. Itsuki liked certain types of games and music, yet he also liked antique items. So, Ayumi was in search of either a game shop with items that she recognized that Itsuki likes, or an antique/pawn shop. With her side-business, and the total amount of allowance she has saved up over the years, she was well clear of most of the prices on display.
She found a game shop, but was unable to find anything good for Itsuki. To say her friend was picky would be nice. Ayumi let out a heavy sigh as she left the store, taking off her jacket and tying it around her waist. It was warmer than she expected, having left the house in a white-tee, jeans, and her signature leather jacket.
Ayumi slowly walked down the street, scanning the shops, hoping to find a pawn or antique shop. Right as she was about to turn around and give up on the location, her eyes snagged on a small shop hidden between to large ones.
Hiro's Pawn Shop was written across it in bold letters. Ayumi felt a smile grace her lips as she immediately began to walk over, eager to get out of the sun and into the shop. Just before she was about to answer, she heard a familiar, feminine voice call her name.
Turning, Ayumi saw her cousin walk towards her, in her pink and gray Hero Costume, clearly on patrol. An awkward smile hit Ayumi's lips as she remembered how stiff and tense Bakugo became when they ran into Mawata at the grocery store a few weeks ago.
He wouldn't do that for no reason, Ayumi knew. No matter how much Mawata downplayed whatever happened between them, Ayumi was sure it was bad. And, considering the divorce that her parents were going through, with Mawata being on Ayumi's father's side, it made things even more complicated.
"Hey, Mawa. Didn't expect to run into you here," Ayumi said easily, as if she wasn't considering walking away. She's never been too close to her cousin anyways.
Mawata gave her a bright, obviously trained smile. "Me neither. But I'm glad -- I just realized that neither of us have our updated phone numbers, which is why I never contacted you," Mawata's tone was innocent, but Ayumi understood the message.
Neither of them cared much to talk to each other. This was just an excuse, for Ayumi was damn sure Mawata didn't care if she had Ayumi's number or not.
"Oh, yeah, same here. If I knew where you'd work, or live, I would have reached out by now." She gave a small smile, noticing the very slight tension that her words brought to Mawata's frame. "We can exchange numbers, if you want? I mean, it may be awkward, what with you being on my father's side already before hearing both sides of the argument."
Same here, Ayumi thought. She hasn't heard either side of her parents reasons for divorce, but she wasn't going to tell Mawata that. For some reason, as soon as Ayumi began talking to Mawata, Ayumi knew this wasn't the cordial conversation that both were acting it was.
This was a test, to see how much the two girls could trust each other, if at all.
And clearly, they can't.
Mawata finally gave a tight lipped smile. "No, it's alright." She nodded. "You're right. I'm on my uncle's side, not your mom's, so if that will cause more issues for you, it would be best to avoid that."
Not your mom's... more issues.
Ayumi's smile turned into a thinly-veiled threat. "Well, it's best you keep your patrol going, for whichever Agency you work with. We can safely say this conversation has come to an end now, can't we?"
The one thing Ayumi remembered about Mawata was her need to always have the last word, no matter what. So, Ayumi expected the drop of the smile, the drop of cordiality, as Mawata opened her mouth to insult her.
In fact, Ayumi was baiting Mawata, to be the one to start the true insults. Ayumi had a sharp tongue, and was merely waiting for an opening.
"I'll say when this conversation ends, you ignorant bitch--"
Before Mawata could finish the sentence, a boom went off, and Ayumi felt her body be flung back by a force of wind. She gritted her teeth, feeling stone hit her thigh before her body slammed to the ground.
Letting out a noise of pain, Ayumi felt the impact of the ground, the scrapes forming on her elbows and hands, the bang of her head against pavement, so much more. It thundered through her frame, leaving her breathless, tears forming in her eyes.
Her hearing was muffled as she fought through her swirling vision, forcing herself to sit up, wincing harshly as she pushed up on her hands. Her stomach twisted as she blinked away the tears, narrowing her eyes through a puff of smoke to see what happened, to see why she was currently laying on the ground.
Only to see a whole where the pawn shop was. It was blown up from the inside, debris having been flung everywhere. Ayumi began to hear the shouts of pain and panic swarm around her, increasing the pain in her head.
She shook her head softly, eyes focusing more on a sole man walking out of the destroyed shop. His body was billowing smoke, eyes deranged, a terrible grin on his face. Blood coated his hands as his smoke swung around, crashing into the remaining of the shop, crushing through the cement.
Ayumi had a second to realize that, as more debris flung around, as the panic ensued, she could die. Fighting through her shaking frame, she stumbled up, looking around for her cousin.
And she spotted Mawata, the only Hero in the vicinity, laying out on the ground. A metal pipe had speared through her stomach, blood slowly pooling out of it, marking her out of it.
The only Hero is out.
Her own panic began to flare in Ayumi's chest as she realized there was no one to help. No one to stop the insane man as he dragged his way out of the store, his smoke attacking anything, or anyone, in sight.
Her breathing increased, her body tensed, ready to run.
Until her eyes landed on a small child, crying, near the smoke. His mom lay on the ground, unconscious from a wound to the head.
"Stop crying!! Stop screaming!!" The man shouted with words broken with pain and heartache. "I deserve to cry! I deserve EVERYTHING!!"
Before the smoke could crush through the child's body, Ayumi had already rushed froward, grabbing the child into her arms and practically tackling him away from the villain. She barely made it, before a slice of tangible smoke swiped through the air where she and the boy was.
Using her hearing, her heightened senses, Ayumi knew she could get up and run. But all she did was take the crying boy, holding him, and running him down to hide in the alleyway.
And, against all her instincts, fully aware of the fact that she was as weak as one could be, Ayumi ran back.
She found the one person who wasn't completely out of his mind, more in shock than anything else, simply staring at the scene before him. Ayumi ran up to him, having a gut feeling to ask him for help.
"Get as many people away from here as possible!" She yelled at him. The man's eyes widened, snapping down to Ayumi.
What he saw in her, she didn't know. All she saw in return was the man nod, swallowing his fear and shock down, and listened to her. He ran to those who couldn't escape on their own. It seemed that his Quirk was telekinesis, which he used as he touched people, moving them out of the way in such a manner that the raging villain wouldn't notice.
Luckily, the villain had his back to Ayumi as she dragged the boy's mom out of the debris, hiding behind a small plant box. She took a shard of glass on the ground, barely managing to not cut her hands, and put to her white tee. Ayumi then cut off the bottom half of her shirt, leaving her in a makeshift crop-top. With the fabric she cut off, she made makeshift bandages, wrapping the bleeding head as much as she could.
Doing the best Ayumi was capable of, she then took the woman and dragged her farther away. Ayumi saw, as she ran back to the mess, the little boy run out of the alleyway to her mom's side.
Most of the people were gone now, either having run or the guy with telekinesis helping them escape. The villain was beginning to notice the lack of people present for his rage, but his back was still to Ayumi.
Who finally reached Mawata's side. Ayumi knew that she couldn't remove the pole, or her cousin would bleed out in moments. So, to make sure no other flying debris could stab Mawata, Ayumi picked Mawata up by the shoulders, ignoring the stinging pain on her bloody palms, doing her best to keep the torso as flat as possible. And, slowly but surely, began to move Mawata away.
Even in her unconscious state, Mawata made intense expressions of pain as Ayumi moved her. Though they were just in a short word battle, bound to have escalated, Ayumi didn't want her cousin to die.
When there was a lack of screaming from the villain, Ayumi, with her jaw clenched, looked up.
To see the villain staring straight back at her.
His eyes flared with pure hatred and crazed anger, his whole frame turning to Ayumi.
She tensed painfully, knowing this was it.
I can't do anything to save myself.
"STOP SAVING OTHERS!! WHY DON'T YOU HELP ME!?"
Ayumi flinched, as the man took a step to her. She gently put Mawata down, stepping in front of her cousin.
"Why should I help a murderer?" She asked, voice somehow steady and clear. Even though her frame was shaking, even though she was barely fighting off her own pain to help others, her voice was clear.
Those words seemed to set him off. His body twitched, and his eyes went impossibly wide.
"I'M NOT A MURDERER!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and lunged towards Ayumi, with both his body and Quirk.
Ayumi froze, not able to move.
So many thoughts ran through her head.
From the precious memories she shared with Ren, her mom and dad, Miya and Itsuki. The plans she had for the future, the people who has helped shape her into who she was. They all flashed in her mind, rooting her to her spot.
But, most of all, was one person, glaringly bright in her mind. One person with the cocky smirk for a smile, the teasing words he always used with her, the honesty he's always shown her. Each and every moment with him, from the first meeting to their first kiss, to this morning -- every instance flashed in her mind.
And, in the last moments of her life, Ayumi came to a sudden, unmistakable truth.
A truth that scared her more than even the death she was about to face.
I'm going to die without telling him that I--
Then an explosion shook the world. It took away the smoke, took away her thoughts, took away the screaming.
An explosion, and Ayumi looked up as a man jumped between her and the villain. The man with the ash-blonde hair, broad shoulders and strong back, the black, orange and military green Hero costume.
The man who was Ayumi's last thought as she believed death was going to take her.
"You're safe now, Stars."
It was a growl, words that barely managed to be formed before the man jumped forward, taking on the deranged villain with a force that should have scared Ayumi.
Instead, tears blossomed from her eyes as her body collapsed onto the ground, sobs beginning to rack her frame.
A bit from fear.
But mostly from pure, unadulterated relief. And belief in him, in the words he said.
And from the overpowering realization Ayumi had on death's edge.
Notes:
Hehehe
I've always wanted to do a death-edge realization hehehe.
What do y'all think Ayumi realized? I know.
Also, like I've mentioned, Ayumi is not at all strong physically. All she has is heightened senses, which, as I put in the chapter, also enhances her pain receptors -- she feels pain at a higher level then others, so the hit she takes is like a 8 for a normal person, and is like a 12 for Ayumi. So, her being the one to initiate movements to save others, doing her best to help others, is kind of badass in a Quirk run society, especially with her pain receptors being enhanced. So, yeah, her crying in relief at not having to be the one to do so, when You-Know-Who arrives, is realistic. At least, IMO.
She also has experience with villains, which was why she was able to actually do something and not go into shock, as we will soon find out next chapter. A past/secret revelation chapter MWAHAHA
Look forward to it😉
Chapter 31: Truths 2
Summary:
As Ayumi comes to a realization, she is in a state where she doesn't know to act or not.
Notes:
Hi. Its been a while 😅. Lets just say its been a hard few months. I hope my writing is still up to par 🤞. Ill kinda explain what happened at the end of the chappy. Hope you enjoy 💜.
And I want to thank you guys for reaching out to check in. If it wasn't for those comments that wished for more, I doubt I would be here today so I deeply appreciate it.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi was in a daze, the shock still coursing through her frame. Her senses honed in on herself and the blur of the brutality that was occurring before her.
The intense pounding and pressure in her head, the dizziness and nausea, the aches and scrapes along her arms and hands that was coated in blood, the speed of which her heart beat, the shakiness.
The way Bakugo turned ferocious, as if his cord of violent restraint has snapped. The way he exploded onto the villain, the smoke billowing. The constant punch after punch into flesh, the harsh growl of words that Ayumi was unable to decipher in her state.
Each sound of flesh being hit she flinched. Yet, she wasn't filled with that unbearable fear no longer. Just the sight of Bakugo's presence alone brought her indescribable sense of safety, of peace. All she wanted was to call out to him, have him come to her, wrap her in his arms--
"Katsuki," his name left her lips softly, as if she was unable to yell. Yet, the softness carried and Bakugo went stiff, holding a limp, unconscious, on the edge of death man in his hands. The dead weight was let go as he turned around, his crimson eyes melting from beastly fury to inexplicable worry, and he rushed forward immediately.
In seconds he knelt to be more level with Ayumi, his hands gently cupping her cheeks, so at odds with his brutal display just before. Ayumi let out a sigh involuntarily, body shuddering into his touch as his hands scanned for injuries, for where the blood came from.
Safe. Assured. Protected.
"Are you injured. Where is the blood from. Answer me, Ayumi. Are you hurt," Bakugo forced out through clenched teeth, trying not to shout as Ayumi's eyes fluttered. Questions proposed as commands. Must be answered.
Ayumi forced her eyes open and locked gazes with his crimson ones, feeling the breath escape her lungs. A few seconds passed, as her body went limp in his grasp, Bakugo holding onto her tight, her heart clenching, eyes widening.
Then she sucked in a sharp breath of air, having forgotten to breathe, and answered him. "I-I just hit my head. The blood is from other's-- Mawata!" Ayumi broke off as her head rang at her own voice, tearing away from Bakugo to look at her cousin, laying behind her.
Bakugo followed her gaze and cursed. His arms tightened on her waist, knowing he had to move but his body not wanting to leave her side. Ayumi then looked over to where she tried to hide the lady with the head gash, her makeshift bandage of her shirt soaked in red, the boy still crying over his mothers body. A sense of guilt encompassed her.
She was hardly injured, minus painful scrapes and a pounding headache. She can't let Bakugo focus on her, with all these injured people around her. Can't melt into his touch now.
Ayumi swallowed before she spoke. "There is a woman with a head wound over there in the alley to the left. A few more injured to the right. And Mawata. Don't focus on me, I'll be okay," Ayumi said softly, placing her hand on Bakugo's chest as she saw his body tense up. His eyes narrowed as he sucked in a breath, tearing his gaze off of Ayumi to fully take in the scenario. To clear his mind a bit more -- which still wanted to go kill the piece of shit laying on the ground behind him.
But he listened to Ayumi, listened to her soft but clear tone. And he stood up, picking her up with ease, walking over and setting her on a bench across the street.
"Don't fucking move from here, Stars. Got it?" Bakugo ordered, and Ayumi agreed.
Groaning softly, he pressed his forehead to hers and took in a deep breath. Ayumi's eyes fluttered close, savoring his touch, before he removed himself and went to go do the best he can before the ambulances arrived. His features went back to their normal expression, trying to be his normal, calmer self once more. His proper Hero Mode.
Ayumi refused to show just how much she needed his touch. Refused to show as her body trembled with the pain her head was in, the aches of her muscles, the realization that still rocked through her, past memories that have been brought up. Refused to let her eyes try to shut, forcing herself to watch everything.
So she watched as Heroes and sidekicks, ambulance and police arrived. Watched as Bakugo helped get injured onto a stretcher, Mawata and the mother being prioritized. Watched the villain be placed into Quirk-cancelling cuffs and taken away.
Not even as she was checked upon by an EMT did she let herself fully relax into her pain, into her new sense, her new emotion -- no.
Not new.
Her defined emotion.
••••••••••
It was a blur. Watching everything get handled. When Ayumi finally snapped put of her daze, after getting checked on by an ambulance technician, she finally had the wherewithal to alert family to Mawata's condition.
With her dried, bloodstained hands, she worked through the pressure in her chest to text her father about Mawata, telling him to inform his sister. Short and simple: Mawata was involved in a villain attack and was greatly injured. She is going to --- hospital. Let your sister know.
Ayumi then got a random call from Miya, but she didn't answer. Not with the way her hands shook, or how fatigued settled in on her frame, sitting in the back of an empty ambulance. She was waiting for instructions on what to do. Almost an hour has passed since Bakugo arrived, since she believed she was about to die, and finally the weariness of everything was starting to settle.
She wanted to feel clean, in bed, a show on her iPad, a cup of tea, relaxing in comfort. To have him by her side, settled into the side of his torso, his large arms wrapped around her waist. Talking or in silence, just reveling in each other's presence.
"Ayumi."
She felt her body shudder as her name came from a gruff, deep voice. She didn't look up, not as her senses all became focused on a single man that walked up to her.
"Stars, look at me," the rough voice said softer, and her body listened. Silver eyes raised to see crimson staring down at her. "You're coming to the agency with me." Bakugo spoke undertone but clearly, his face serene and serious. Ayumi could only blink, mind numb. "I'll get you cleaned up and safe, before I'm done with work."
It wasn't a question. Wasn't a "would you" that Ayumi had to answer. It was as if Bakugo saw the way her hands trembled as she tried to use her phone, how her body curved in on itself, wary to accept help from anyone. How she melted in his presence, like ice to the sun.
She didn't question what he was going to do about the SUV. She already gave him the keys earlier. She didn't question if she was even allowed in the agency as a civilian. No. Not as her heart yearned to be by his side, not as her whole body told her to latch on to him.
Ayumi merely nodded, a meek sound of acceptance, and hopped off of the back of the ambulance. She turned her eyes from his, staring more at the ground. Even after taking some medicine, there was still an aching linger shaking through her body -- one from the bruises, but one from the realization her heart still struggled to fully comprehend, especially in his presence. Her skin felt itchy where the blood had dried, and she was cold as a breeze wafted through on her skin, her ruined shirt dangling on her skin, her favorite leather jacket, in a desperate need of a wash, tied around her hips.
She felt tired, aching, dirty. And in lo--
Ayumi sucked in a breath as a warm, calloused, large hand gripped her bloodied one. As the hand tugged, her body stuttering into action, keeping up. As her eyes flitted up to the back of an ash-blonde head, walking with confidence. Her other hand came up to her heart, fisting, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth.
Ayumi didn't know if she was going to cry with emotions of from the safety that swamped her with a single touch.
••••••••••
Ayumi was sleep, swamped in Bakugo's hoodie and shorts, sitting curled up on a loveseat sofa, cuddle in a throw. Her hair, not having been brushed, was barely dried and semi tangled, wild over her shoulders and down her back. Bakugo had driven them back in the SUV -- which made Ayumi feel dumb for not thinking of that at first -- before he took her to the 4th floor he worked on. Showed her the bathroom attached to the office he, Todoroki and Midoriya split, and gave her a change of his clothes.
She didn't know how long she stood in the shower, watching the blood of others wash off of her. Letting the pellets of water hit the rounding, expanding emotions back into place, calming her mind and body. She used Bakugo's soap, and it was like half of his scent was wrapped around her constantly -- the soaps and shampoos, the clothes. Another way to keep her calm. To make her talk again, to show she wasn't traumatized and in desperate need of help.
So, by the time she left the bathroom, she could smile. Bakugo was at his desk, glaring at some papers on his table but not moving, stoic. Midoriya wasn't in the room, but Todoroki was, working calmly through a case file. Both men looked up when she closed the door but her focus was on Bakugo, who went still as a statue.
Ayumi, shaking internally but refused to show it, walked gently up to his side. Bakugo turned in the chair, eyes never leaving her frame once, body ready to pounce into action if she needed it. She stopped at his side, breath shallow in her lungs, and tapped his shoulder with a light push.
"Thank you, Katsuki," Ayumi spoke softly, with a kind, genuine smile on her lips, a gleam in her eyes. Bakugo's crimson eyes widened, a new emotion Ayumi couldn't name filtering through. "You saved my life. Really, thank you."
And before he could respond, Ayumi reached out and pulled his large frame into a hug. His head went into her chest as her arms wrapped around his neck and upper body, fighting back tears to her eyes as she angle her head down. Her wet hair spilled over her shoulders, dripping onto his back. As if a statue given life, Bakugo's strong arms hugged her back, gently at first, before turning more fierce, more protective.
A few long seconds passed, where Ayumi reveled in holding him. Reveled in being alive to do so.
Before Bakugo groaned, pulled back with a frown, and flicked her head.
"What was that for--" Before Ayumi could complain, Bakugo cut her off.
"Make sure you don't get into any shit scenarios like that again, you got it?" He growled at her, a demand she must comply with.
Ayumi blinked a few moments before she broke off into a lighthearted chuckle, bringing her hand up to her mouth to stifle it. Then she mock saluted. "I'll do my best."
Bakugo grumbled before nodding at the sofa. "Now go lay your ass down and take a nap -- you need it. Deku going to be bringing some water and snacks though, if you want." His entire visage was calm but serious -- as if seeing Ayumi safe, relaxed, and right next to him put him at ease. Ayumi felt her heart thump harder in her chest and nodded, simply following his orders.
She didn't notice the way Todoroki watched her and Bakugo. Didn't notice the look they shared behind her back, with Bakugo basically telling him to shut the fuck up. Only took the throw, wrapped her legs up, drank some water and had a snack -- when Midoriya returned -- and fell asleep in moments.
Even with the clack of the keyboards and the talk the men shared at times amongst each other, Ayumi slept easily. Slept assured, safe, calm.
All because she was with the man she trusted. The man who helped her, who was there for her time and again.
The man she loved.
Notes:
Hi.
2.1K words today.To put it simply, I've been gone because shit hit the fan, over and over again, and progressively got worse for me.
It started off as the workload of my classes, but then mental health with my family, friends, college (I am transferring and shit but its more technical) started blowing up.
Then scholarships drama, extra family drama and trauma to add, promises not upheld. A breakup that was peaceful but hurt because of that, a fucked family drama again that made me lose connection to someone I thought loved me, and many lies.So its been all over the place, and for a while I was losing my motivation to write.
But, after my creative writing class, and having time to mentally rest, I feel better and regained my motivation.
Even more so was signing in every other day and seeing comments, asking if I was going to return, if I was doing better. Thank you, sadiegilford, TheGreatGoblin, TheGreatestGoblin, and ERROR.
I will do my best to not go on long hiatuses anymore, to try and publish more frequently. I really do love writing these fanfics, but especially so do I enjoy writing Ayumi's character, and her relationship with this version of Bakugo. I can't promise consistent updates but, I will, however, finish my works, even if it takes me a while. It will be my stress relief following these classes I am about to take.
Thank you so much for reading these works!
Laaph
Chapter 32: Truths 3*
Summary:
Ayumi decides being open with her past is important for her future.
Smut will be included near the end. Will place warning where it starts.
Notes:
Guess who got sick af as soon as I published the last chapter, and couldn't barely even use my phone for more than 3 weeks💀
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi didn't know how late it was. Well past midnight, well before Bakugo and Midoriya would wake to do their morning walk. The house was asleep, quiet, alive but silent.
She woke from her nap in the office, relaxed, assured. And thinking. Too much thinking. Miya called her again and she answered in the bathroom of the office, a bit of privacy.
"Are you okay!?"
"How did you know?"
"I saw you in the background of a news channel on some obscure channel in a cafe. I was freaking the fuck out, Yumi!"
Ayumi chuckled. "I'm okay. A little battered but no big injuries. Katsuki saved me when things got bad, so I'm alright."
"..."
"..."
"First name basis, huh."
"Fuck."
"Video call tomorrow. Required."
And that's how Ayumi lost 2 free hours for the upcoming day. She wasn't thinking right but it doesn't matter. She was going to tell Miya soon enough. Just not this soon.
Then it was time to leave. Bakugo, against his wishes, drove the 5 of them back to the condo-- him, Ayumi, Todoroki, Midoriya and Hatsume. While the last three were loud in the backseat, Ayumi and Bakugo were silent, thinking.
And the thoughts in Ayumi's head continued to swarm, get louder, more decisive. She could hardly eat when the takeout arrived, her mind completely entrapping her. At one moment, all she could do was sit and stare at Bakugo's back, who would glance at her very often.
He ordered her to rest, to sleep well. She tried. But her mind just wouldn't shut the fuck up.
All because it wanted her to talk to Bakugo. To be honest about who she is, what happened to her. To see his reaction.
That way...
That way she will know how to move forward with her fucking heart.
But now, unable to sleep, Ayumi was crestless. So with a huff she threw the covers off of her body, tossed her legs to the side, slipped on her slippers, and snuck out of her room. Clad in her typical pjs of a silk, white tank top and shorts with cherries on them, and the silence of the house, and the discomfort of a busy mind and slightly bruised body, she didn't care if anyone else was awake. Tea was her goal, and maybe the TV on low on some random news channel.
She only turned the lamp on next to the sofa, providing enough light for the kitchen. She got a mug, a packet of chamomile tea and honey. Put water in a electric water heater and watched it boil, feeling the bruise on her lower back aching. After the water boiled and she mixed it with her tea and honey, she got an ice pack, went to the chair near the coffee table, and sat on it.
She watched her tea swirl as she set aside her spoon, having pulled the chair closer to the table, the heat wafting up, warming her nose. Her hair was slowly falling out of its bun and she did nothing to stop it.
Another villain attack. The last one was 7 years ago, and although there were less casualties, she was more severely injured then. The last time she was sore and bruised like this was when she was barely 16, and woke up nak-
"Why're you awake, Stars?"
Ayumi didn't flinch at his voice popping put in the silence as he rounded the steps. No, just the relaxation of her shoulders, the shiver down her spine. Ayumi turned her gaze to Bakugo, clad in his blank tank-top and shorts, crimson eyes heated and focused on her, stealing her breath away.
Her body felt too reactive to him. It wanted everything from him, gentle or not, sexual or not. To relish in his warmth, to cuddle into him, to feel his bare skin against hers--
Exhaling swiftly, she quirked a brow. "I could ask you the same question. Couldn't sleep?"
He tched, which mean yes, and took the seat at the table across from her, on the sofa. He leaned back, legs spread wide, hand on the arm of the sofa, fingers tapping. It reminded Ayumi to her first official meeting with him, the day the contest was announced. How nervous she was then versus how relaxed and safe she felt now.
A lot can change in a short amount of time.
It caused a grin to cross her lips. "Life is funny sometimes, isn't it?" She asked Bakugo.
He grunted, trying to tear his gaze away from her eyes, her lips, her shoulder and the dip of her top. But he couldn't. "Life can be a fucking pain in the ass most of the fucking time."
Ayumi nodded her head, bringing the tea to her lips. "Except, meeting you ended up being like a present for me and not a major fuck-you."
She took a sip.
Bakugo went frozen in his spot, his rythmic tapping stopping, eyes widening slightly. His entire being became in-tuned to Ayumi, and she noticed. Her own body leaning forward slightly, drawn to his presence innately.
She set her tea down, still looking at the liquid that quivered with her touch. And spoke whatever her mind, her lips, decided.
"I was nervous when I saw you were my partner, I won't lie," she began, a smirk to her lips. "After all, my Quirk is enhanced senses. All I knew about you was explosions and loud voice, and someone who is stubborn in his ways." Ayumi glanced up then, her silver eyes gleaming from the light of the lamp and amusement. But something darker was swirling inside, begging to be free. "But I don't back down from a challenge, especially not after my past."
She shrugged, taking another sip, sighing out. Then she removed the ice-pack and setting it on the table.
"I tried to kill myself as a kid." The words suddenly burst forward, like an anvil being lifted from her chest. Like there was no reason for her to keep it all to herself now. She wasn't looking at Bakugo but she could sense the shock that resonated within him. Could tell he was about to speak but she wouldn't let him.
"There were no good drugs to help suppress my Quirk, according to my father. Just being alive was painful, and my doctor of a father never believed me. When he found me overdosed on painkillers and took me to the hospital, he stopped being my main caretaker. It saved my life. That, and the newfound joy of cooking.
"But even on the trial drugs that became my daily, I was half-heartedly living. The first time I was able to withstand a hug I was 10 years old. I couldn't handle human touch, any touch. It took me 4 years to get used to Miya, 5 to Itsuki. Its why you see me always standing away from people whenever I can, why I brace myself for handshakes or shoulder pats, why I wince when someone touches my writs. Its just my Quirk."
Ayumi sighed and took another, longer sip from her mug. The tea was deliciously warm, sinking into her belly, soothing her muscles. The honey was sweet enough to be pleasing, coating her tongue.
A tongue that was spilling all her secrets.
"I was in a villain attack at 12. Some giant morphing guy went on a rampage and was about to hit some elementary girls. I'm definitely nowhere near hero strength or agility, but I pushed them out the way. Broke my collarbone and humerus, dislocated my knee." Bakugo gritted his teeth, clenched his fists. The smell of smoke wafted through the air. "But, I guess it kind of gave me more courage to want to be alive. In some odd way, I didn't want to live a life where the only person I was close to was my brother, hiding away from society. Thats when I met Miya and Itsuki. When I first ran from home."
"What the fuck, SyStarsars," Bakugo sighed out through clenched teeth and Ayumi chuckled.
"My life is more complicated than it seems."
"Complicated feels like a fucking understatement." Bakugo's coice was hard, as if holding back all the words he wanted to curse, angry at the pain Ayumi felt in the past.
She winked at him. "I'm not done yet."
He blew out a slow, sharp breath. Then nodded, letting her continue.
Ayumi cleared her throat. "I ran away because I hated my dad and my mom was always so cold, and it seemed they loved each other more than Ren and I. Camille found me, took me in. Trained me more with cooking over the month before Ren found me. Convinced me back home. Since then, my relationship with my parents have been... formal. Like business partners more than family. And I got more into cooking. I met chefs through Camille, was trained. I learned how to look for my own jobs, to not be dependent on my parents. I only had Ren at home, but my life was expanding outside."
A beat of silence fell. Ayumi felt that anvil return, crushing down on her heart, trying to keep her last secret locked away. One secret she never told anyone, no matter how much she loved them. One secret that would come to haunt her at times, make her feel vulnerable, weak.
Dirty.
"... you don't have to finish, Ayumi."
"I don't have to but I want to." She admitted softly. She let go of the tea. "I really want to," her voice shook.
Another few seconds of silence before Bakugo tapped the arm again. "Come here."
His voice was a command, even though it wasn't harsh. Ayumi looked over to him, seeing a similar yearning in his gaze that was pulsing alongside the dread in her heart.
Her legs stood up on its own. Walked around the table. And stopped, centimeters from his legs.
"You can sit--"
"The last time someone had to save me, it was Ren," she cut him off, voice soft and low but full of a dark, sorrowful emotion that made Bakugo shut his mouth, one of his large hands paused on her hip, meant to drag her to him. Her eyes were locked with his, as if staring into the crimson gaze full of all the emotions she could and couldn't decipher was her stronghold.
"Right before I stared UA. He took me to a party, to let me meet some students before class started. One of his friends I knew from another school was there. I trusted him."
Bakugo went still as stone, the hand holding onto her hip heating up softly, fingers digging into her flesh, drawing her closer. Her knees hit his, causing her to buckle, to fall into his lap. A natural straddle, but she didn't stop, didn't look away from his gaze.
"Ren disappeared for a little bit. The guy gave me a cup and I drank and I couldn't stay awake. I woke up in a random bed with my body in pain, my clothes gone, and Ren about to kill somebody he considered a friend."
Bakugo shut his eyes painfully tight. His mouth was in a pale, straight line, jaw clenched, muscles tensing, breathing in a long deep breath. Ayumi felt her body rock forward, as if the grip on her was the only thing keeping him calm right now.
"I remembered nothing but I saw the blood and I knew what happened. And I... I tried to not let it bring me down. Didn't take him to court. Tried to make a different memory of a first time. I moved on. But it lingers. It comes, when I want to do something new, when I feel like I can finally be fully confident with myself. I was ruined in a way I can never undo, and I can understand if that makes you... I don't know, not as attracted to someone who's as fucked as me--"
Ayumi couldn't finish her self-deprecating words as a hand darted out to her back, pressing her forward, sliding up to hold onto her nape. As Bakugo connected his lips to her, stealing all her words, her breath, her thoughts, with a kiss of fire.
A sigh of desire escaped her lips as Bakugo devoured her, taking everything she was about to say and turning it into mush. The press of their chests, his hand holding the back of her neck, fingers digging into her soft hair, the other holding her hip with dominance. Ayumi, from gripping his shoulders to rounding his back and holding tight, the presence of tears in her eyes.
It was fire, heating through her body, but it was a message. That she wasn't ruined for him. A message that sunk deep into her bones, shook her soul.
She pulled away, panting, eyes closed as Bakugo's breath fanned her lips.
"If you fucking thing that you surviving and living a lifem despite the fucked up shit you've been through, despite what vile people have done to you, makes me repulsed... you got another fucking thing coming Ayumi."
His voice rattled her. It was full of sincerity, of almost a loyalty, of anger. And something warm and intense that echoed in her heart. And, against her wishes, a tear escaped the corner of her eye.
And then another one. And another.
And before she knew it, tears ran down her cheeks in force. Crying, yet again, her emotions on bare display before this one man. His hands caressed her back and hips, a silent and supportive force.
The person she first ran into and sobbed on -- yet again was the only person she felt comfortable enough to cry upon. To be fully open, to be fully emotionally vulnerable.
I think I have truly, fully and wholly, fallen.
"You don't need to cry, Stars," Bakugo had his voice low, lower than she's ever heard, and he leaned forward, kissing the salt of the tears on both of her cheeks, a brand of heat left behind. "But you're mine, and the shit you went through only reinforces that."
Though the tears should have made her vision blurry, she could suddenly see him with full clarity. Feel her heart expand, with that new understood emotion, with her desire, with her yearning and the safety. With gratitude.
"... I really want to kiss you, Katsuki," Ayumi blurted. She didn't gasp or blush from embarrassment, not as Bakugo smirked.
"Don't need to fucking ask, Stars."
*Smut warning for rest of chapter*
And Ayumi kissed him. It was soft, a gentle caress of her lips to his. A testing, warm kiss, slow yet full. She wanted to fully taste him, to fully feel him. The way his hands went back to her hips, rounded her ass. The way his muscles flexed under her touch as she ran her fingers up his arms, settling over his chest. How his tongue pushed between her lips, tasting her mouth wholly, almost bruising in how slow and strong it was. Her mind bled away, a blissful warmth coaxing through her blood, warming down to her toes, a pressure of lust in her chest, making her nipples hard as rocks, in her apex, making her squirm against his thighs.
She wanted Bakugo so fucking much. Even after spilling her secrets, even with the tears on her cheeks, her body, her mind, her soul, still craved to feel Bakugo in every, single, fucking, way.
She groaned into his mouth, which he echoed with a light growl, as his fingers splayed under her top, so hot it was almost a burn on her skin. A burn that she wanted, needed. She felt her hands drop to his wrists, coaxing them higher, needing, with every inch of her bones, to have him touch her wherever he could.
"Touch me, Katsuki," Ayumi begged, voiced airy, full of that lust that thundered through Bakugo. "Please," she begged.
Bakugo groaned. "Fuck, Ayumi," he whispered into the kiss, but he did as he asked. His hands gleefully traced the lines of her body, up and over the curves of her stomach, gently caressing her bruised back, before wrapping around the softness of her breasts. She moaned into his touch, the sound mostly swallowed into their kiss that turned messier, more passionately frantic. Ayumi's hips slid forward until her clothed core lined up with Bakugo's, rocking her hips against him, sighing as he squeezed her breasts, pinched and pulled at her nipples, made her wetter with each touch.
His mouth slid from hers with a growl that shook his chest, kissing down her jaw, to the slope of her neck which she opened to him. She bit her lip tight, stopping the loud sounds from escaping as Bakugo bit down onto the small of her neck where she was more sensitive. Her body quivered, a stifled, soft moan barely escaping through her lips, her nails digging into his shoulder as she rocked her hips, as she felt the hard length of him through their clothes.
The length she wanted inside of her.
Bakugo's smirk was felt against her skin. "I love those fucking sounds, Ayumi. Don't ever stop them."
Ayumi could feel the blush on her skin. Her mind knew, somewhere in the midst of pleasure, that he wanted people to know what he did to her, the pleasure he made her feel, that no one else could duplicate. But at that moment, she just wanted him and didn't give a fuck. Her body felt like it belonged to Bakugo, and she could only fall into his hands and let him sculpt her with her own little selfish pleas.
She didn't know when, but the straps of her top were pushed down, letting her tank-top pool at her waist, exposing her heavy breasts to the cold air. Bakugo didn't let it stay cold for long, his mouth eager to taste her flesh. To kiss along the tattoo, to bit down on the the nipples, to nip at the flesh of the breast. Ayumi responded with her sounds, her pleas, the soft moan of his name. Each one made his dick press harder into her, feel hotter through the clothes, made her hips rock faster, desperate for more.
His fingers on her ass pulled her shorts up, touching the skin. Probing, squeezing and caressing, until he nearly reached her slick apex and realized--
"Oh, for fuck sakes, you fucking vixen," he groaned with intensity, biting hard on her nipple, causing Ayumi to let out a mini yelp, erasing the initial smirk on her lips. "Where the fuck is your panties?" It was a commanding question. Ayumi could feel the redness with the intensity of her blush.
"I don't wear them when I sleep," she told him honestly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Ayumi." It sounded like he was saying her name as both a blessing and a curse, and it made her toes curl and body pulse. She very much liked the way he said her name.
She could feel his fingers pulling aside her shorts, getting a taste of just how wet she was for him. He let out another long string of curses, each followed by her name, and her core clenched harder each time.
"I can't wait any longer," she whispered, her hands darting down to untie his shorts. To start to pull them down, Bakugo raising his hips to help, Ayumi moaning slightly as one of his fingers pressed against her clit.
Bakugo kissed his way back up and cursed on her lips, a dark moan on his tongue as Ayumi lightly gripped his hard cock in her hands, pulling it out. She teased it with her fingers, running it up and down the veins, almost distraught by how much she loved to touch it, how much she wanted to taste it again. But the need for it to be inside her was even greater.
Ayumi raised her hips. Bakugo almost lined up to her entrance. Her shorts were still on, his shorts were still on, and both couldn't wait any longer -- except, it was an almost. He pulled away, cursing even heavier. "I don't have a fucking condom on me, fucking hellballs of shit," he continued to curse, as if ready to bash his head into the wall for not having such an 'essential' item.
But Ayumi didn't give a fuck.
"Remember the four times between periods?" She said breathlessly, mind gone with nothing but need filling it.
Bakugo froze.
Then a wolfish, nearly evil smirk crossed his lips as his hands gripped Ayumi's ass with force, making her jerk lightly.
"Time for the first one?" He asked, pressing a featherlight kiss to the pulse point on her neck. Her heart jumped wildly.
"Please, Katsuki." She held onto him tightly. "Just put your dick in me raw. Please."
She didn't have to ask twice.
A single line up and he filled her, slowly. Pushing through the tightness of her walls, the slickness of her core helping him. Both Ayumi and Bakugo let out mutual groans of relief and pleasure as she slowly sunk onto him. Without his fingers to prep her, the fit was tighter. It took longer for her walls to adjust to the size of him, but it also doubled the immediate pleasure she felt.
And the fucking rawness of his cock sent her mind into a state unlike which she felt ever before. If she thought the first time was bliss, this was heaven on earth. The way the veins and the hardness pulsed against her walls, the way she clenched and felt every inch of the skin, of the flesh, rubbing and grating inside her, rolling her hips to adjust. She felt close, and all that they did was put it in.
She couldn't imagine how it felt for Bakugo, who could only kiss her neck and whisper her name like a fucking lifeline, his hands gripping onto her hips for dear life. She would have marks in the morning, and she would feel happy to see them there.
"Fuck, fuck, Ayumi, you're so fucking perfect in every fucking way," Bakugo kissed her fully before his whispered words were even fully said. Before her pleasure addled brain could even try to make a start of comprehension.
No, not as he started to move.
Not as he flipped her onto the sofa, kicked his shorts off, lifted one of her legs over his shoulders, spreading her as wide as she could go. And fucked her senselessly on the sofa of the condo.
The reminder to keep her mouth bitten shut left. All she knew was Bakugo -- his taste on her tongue, his warmth on her body, his cock filling her with suck intensity, such pleasure.
Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki.
That was her mind. Nothing but him.
Her moans, airless, having felt like the breath was taking from her lungs as she raised her hips to meet each of his deep, hard thrusts. Her groans were his name, pleas, the beg for him to be closer, to be nothing but covered by him.
The first climax came and she saw stars, fueled by the hot cum that he filled in her. He was hard seconds later. The second came and it went to a black of blissful oblivion. He stuttered, slowing from fast thrusts to slow, painfully slow but exquisitely felt plunges that seemed to reach deeper each time. She was no longer on her back, and she didn't remember when Bakugo moved her to be laying on top of him, head laying against his chest, feeling the speed of which his heart raced, his hands holding her as close to him as possible.
"One last time, Ayumi. Come for me, Stars."
She did as he ordered. The force of it shook her body and mind so hard she was immobile. She came to, feeling his lips on her forehead, kissing softly. She heard him mumble something, something of 3 words, but her ears could hardly hear with the rush of blood that was still struggling to relax.
And for a while, they lay there. Until Bakugo found the energy to move from his spot, clearly comfortable. He slid out of her, Ayumi whining at both the sensitivity and lack of Bakugo inside her. He chuckled at that. And all he did was pick up the clothes and walk to Ayumi's room. No lights were turned on, no doors locked just closed. And he dropped the clothes, laid Ayumi down, and quickly joined her in bed.
Ayumi was finally able to find peace and slept soundly, cuddled in Bakugo's arms.
Notes:
Well, we all finally get to know the stuff Ayumi has been through. She may pretty much be Quirkless, with her enhanced senses, but she still a tough girl. But being tough doesn't make you emotionally untouchable. Hope everyone recognizes that.
And yeye a little smut at the end. its been a bit overdue.
Also. I get sick for like 90% of the summer and get healthy once classes start back. What kinda sick fuckery is this 😭
Chapter 33: Dresses and Suits 1
Summary:
Two important calls for Ayumi. And Bakugo is getting more and more sure in some thoughts, especially when driving.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Ayumi woke up that morning to Bakugo slowly trying to pull out from under her, not wanting to wake her. In her sleepy mindset, body pleasantly sore and completely lax, all she could do was lightly tug on his arm. That earned her a kiss before he went to leave to the agency, apparently having a long day ahead of him. She almost fell back asleep until her mind decided that cleaning the sofa was more important than anything else at that time.
So, after everyone had left the condo and having taken a long, hot shower to ease some soreness, Ayumi deep cleaned the sofa, her cheeks staining red every time a memory of the night before surfaced.
She couldn't remember the last person she was so open with, so honest about her past with. In fact, Ayumi doesn't she ever was open about it. Whoever was involved already knew, but otherwise, she never reopened those wounds afresh. Doing so, Ayumi expected rejection, discomfort, disappointment. And was met with the complete, utter opposite.
Sitting on the newly cleaned cushions, one of Ayumi's hands clenched the fabric over her heart, which thudded away heavily. Last night was supposed to make it easier for Ayumi to ignore the warmth that blossomed in her chest. To ignore the truth that still rattled her bones. And yet, she found that warmth spreading through her veins, slowly but surely melting into her muscles, desperate to control every inch of her, mind and body.
I'm fucked.
And that is when the phone rang. To none other than Miya. Which made Ayumi curse aloud, remembering the promise she made to call her best friend.
Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, Ayumi put on her signature soft smile and answered the FaceTime call.
"Hiii! Ooh you're glowing through the screen! Did you use a new serum?" Ayumi opened her mouth to respond, fighting the blush, but Miya continued. "Ok lets get to the point sweets. I want a detailed description of everything that's been going on. Don't skimp on the good stuff -- especially if you and Hotso-Man hooked up finally -- wait is that why you're glow--"
"Miya breathe," Ayumi finally cut in, sighing as she leaned against the sofa. "I'll tell you about my life here, okay?"
Her tan friend nodded her head eagerly through the screen. Ayumi's smile widened a smidge at the sight.
"Ahh, where to begin... well, day 1 I found out Kat-- Bakugo has some sort of history with Mawa, and whatever it was it did not end well, especially for him."
"Your bitch of a cousin?"
"Hey, she's a good person at times," Ayumi defended. She and Mawata may not agree on most things, but overall she didn't have a negative emotion towards her cousin. In fact, they usually find a way to get along. Until recently.
Miya snorted. "She's a bitch ass hoe and that's it." Her tan hand waved in a carry-on motion. "Tell me more."
Ayumi did. She talked about the movie night they all did. Meeting Dai and Camille, the pranks she's witnessed Hatsume pull on the boys. The good time she had when Kaminari and Kirishima visited. How she wound up in the villain attack, her brief experience at Endeavor's Agency. Driving a SUV for the first time.
All the things she did... excluding some key details.
And Miya did not let it go unnoticed.
"Ayu, sweets..." Ayumi held her breath as green eyes speared her through a phone. Ayumi was now laying on her side on the sofa, phone propped against the back cushion.
"I want to know about you and Bakugo."
Miya quirked a brow. Ayumi blushed, hoping it wasn't visible.
"What's been going on between you two? What's the status, give me all the tea!"
Ayumi drummed her fingers on the sofa. She didn't want to lie to Miya, yet there were still so many uncertainties... "... last Friday, he met Ren and surprisingly, they got along well."
"..."
Ayumi continued, ignoring Miya's shocked silence. "We've gotten much closer I would say. As friends and more." Ayumi fiddled with her shirt as she spoke, voice slowly lowering. "And he saved my life yesterday, and even after the past, what, 14 hours... I still don't know what we are exactly."
More silence followed. Ayumi hoped that would be enough to satisfy Miya, but as she glanced at the screen, her friend was gaping. "Miya? You okay?"
That snapped the busty girl out of her stupor. "First name basis, more than friends, not sure where you stand...
"You fucked him didn't you?"
Ayumi's blushed cheeks and resounding silence was all the confirmation needed.
"Oh... oh my gosh. Oh wow. Wait." Miya leaned back in the chair, hands holding her head. "B-but what about the sensitivity? It took you years to be comfortable with me like we are now! And yet with Bakugo... it didn't hurt did it? And I know I was teasing a lot but I honestly didn't expect it--"
"No, it didn't hurt," Ayumi saved her friend who was steadily losing the air in her lungs. "I really don't know why, but Bakugo is the one person who's touch isn't... aggravating immediately. Its soothing, its warm, its... enveloping. I never had that before." Her silver eyes became a bit glossed over as she remembered all the soft touches and grasps of his hands on her body, how it should have hurt but instead made her want more and more.
I won't get horny on a call with Miya.
"And you-- you still don't know where you guys stand?" Ayumi's heart clenched. Even waking up with Bakugo in her bed, with what her heart is screaming at her mind...
"Nope."
"... well shit. Thats what we got to find out."
"We?"
"We."
Ayumi got chills at the smile Miya shot her over the phone.
••••••••
Later that evening, only Hatsume and Ayumi occupied the condo. According to a text from Bakugo, a case the trio were working on got some leads, and they would be back late -- if not the next day. To say she was not a bit disappointed to not spend time with Bakugo that night would be a lie, but Ayumi wasn't one to stress over work needs. Plus, she and Hatsume got along just fine, and had similar tastes in food.
So Ayumi was eager to make a special pot of Gyudon, something she had been craving for a few days. Hatsume even helped with the cutting of some vegetables, and making the rice in the rice cooker.
"I'm working on making this electric field creative device that cancel out Quirk usage!" Hatsume continued, prattling about her tasks for Endeavor Support Team. "It will recognize the DNA of the Heroes in the area and won't affect them, making the Villains easier to manage and faster to catch. Its a looooot of work but its so fun."
"It does sound fun. The device will have to be altered a lot, or have a registry of Hero DNA so it doesn't malfunction in the field. But that could also be a security risk, no?" Ayumi questioned, also fully engaged in the conversation with Hatsume. The two of them didn't have much time to just talk the two of them, and when they did, it always had a good ending.
Hatsume nodded. "Yeah, that's why its so hard. We want to make it a reusable device rather than a one shot, which makes it even more harder to program. That way, there is a less chance of such a device being left behind after use." The woman shrugged, picking up the last piece of meat in her bowl. "But if I can make something to prevent injury or loss of life for Heroes and Civilians... then I did something good."
Ayumi's smile widened naturally at the innate goodness Hatsume was showing. Yes, the engineer was a bit wild and free-willed and ambitious -- but all that ambition stemmed from a good heart. It made Ayumi have lots of respect for Hatsume.
"You are going to do it. Don't fret-- oh I'm sorry, I have to take this," Ayumi bowed her head in apology as her phone began buzzing, Ren's name across the screen. He usually never calls this late on a weekday, so it was probably something important.
Hatsume waved her off. "Take it. I'm done eating too so I'll clean my bowl and do my assignments."
Ayumi thanked her and took her phone, walking to her room to answer, her gut telling her she needed some privacy. She placed the phone to her ear. "Yes, Ren?"
"... I got something important to say, Ayumi. It's about the divorce."
And just like that, the blood rushed from Ayumi's face. She made sure her door was closed with a shaky breath and went to sit on the edge of her bed. A bed that still held the slight scent of Bakugo. "Just say it."
Ren sighed heavily over the phone and she just knew he was running a hand down his face. "Reki is challenging Mom for the assets that was previously agreed upon. Doing so, Mom has decided to include us in some of the allocation of assets, including Melon, Berry, Blue, some of the vehicles, family heirlooms, and some money." Ayumi could feel her heart stall in her chest as a realization as to what this was leading to. And that there was so much more to the divorce that she wasn't being let in on. "So...
"You will need to come to court next week. Thursday morning. And it won't be pretty."
Ayumi blinked. Once, twice. Looked around the room as the silence seemed to bounce of the walls, yet also magnifying the thud of her heart, the rush of her blood. Her mouth was dry, and her hands trembled.
"Ren?"
"Yeah..?"
"How bad is it, really?"
She heard him suck a breath in over the phone. That just confirmed Ayumi's intuition.
"Its... its bad. Real bad."
A dry, lifeless chuckle left her mouth and Ayumi almost hung up.
Ren knew something. Something about the real relationship between Keira and Reki. And if he picked Keira's side, it was for a reason. Yet, he never once divulged it to Ayumi. What were they all hiding from her, and for how long? How bad was it truly to warrant all this shit?
"Send me the address. I'll be there."
And she hung up before he could respond.
••••••••••
Thursday morning, Bakugo gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes focused on the road but mind drifting away. He didn't even notice the ruckus Midoriya and Todorki were having as they argued which noodle type was better. They were all a little bit out of it after being awake for longer than 30 hours straight. But even so, all Bakugo could think of was one person.
All he could think of was one woman with ebony, wavy locks, silver eyes, a smile that seemed to brighten the world when it was genuine. All he wanted to do was go back to her side, keep her safe in his arms. Kiss her, hold her tight, and--
"You taking someone to the charity ball?" Todooki asked Midoriya, and Bakugo snapped to attention.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, he forgot about that. Coming up soon.
"Yeah," Midoriya began to answer. "I am actually taking Uraraka--"
"Hey Siri, call Stars."
Bakugo interrupted the blushing man, a silence falling on the car as the call began to ring, bouncing off of the doors. Bakugo counted each second that passed.
One. Two. Three--
"Yes, Q-Tip?"
The blonde cursed under his breath, body tensing at the mere sound of her voice through the speakers.
Midoriya and Todoroki's eyes speared Bakugo. He ignored them.
"Be ready to go dress shopping. I'll be at the condo in 10."
"Wait, what-" Bakugo hung up before Ayumi could start scolding him.
The silence held in the car with two staring at Bakugo, their urge to ask a question palpable.
"Oh for fucking shits sake, what!?" Bakugo snapped, speeding off as a red signal light turned green.
"... you're taking Isaki to the ball?" Midoriya hesitantly asked.
"Yeah, and?" Bakugo responded gruffly. He wasn't embarrassed about that fact, and was actually a bit proud. But his goal right now was to get the two dumbasses out the car and Ayumi in the front seat next to him.
"You guys are together, right?" Midoriya asked, more enthusiastically. Yet the question made Bakugo grit his teeth harshly, struggling to keep from melting the steering wheel, brows furrowing. He didn't have an answer, even as the words he said played on repeat in his mind consistently.
So he didn't answer. Instead, Todoroki spoke up.
"Even if they aren't official they certainly are more than friends at their pace," the ice-man said with a pointed look at Bakugo, as if saying I know what you've done.
"What? What does that mean?" Midlriya asked, confused.
Bakugo was silent. He wasn't sure what to think. He didn't want to get into another relationship, especially before graduation. But hiding his attraction to Ayumi, physically or emotionally, was near impossible at this point.
And instead of wanting to hide it from others, at least, Bakugo...
Bakugo had a weird urge to flaunt her. Not just her, but to make sure everyone knew that Ayumi was his--
He made the left turn sharp, making the two fall into the doors with a thud.
"Um, Kaacchan, I don't want a concussion--"
"How about you both shut your asses up before I kick you out in the middle of the fucking street!"
Both of them shut up while Bakugo was, once again, yanked into his mind. Turning the question Midoriya asked him over and over.
Soon, they arrived to the condo and Bakugo stayed in the car. He let out a heavy sigh as the car was empty, leaning his head back with a thud against his headrest, closing his eyes briefly. Arms dropped to barely grip the bottom of the steering wheel, a light relief coming to his terse muscles. He should have gone inside, gone in to rest. But the thought of taking Ayumi out, to pick out a dress for her, made his mind spark awake once again.
Yet, as he relaxed for this single moment, his mind again wasn't empty. It just circled in on the one woman who has been turning his life upside down. Not an image of her body, or her face when he pleasured her. But the scrunch of her nose when she was arguing with him, or the tiny smile as she teased. The focused look as she cooked, or the satisfaction when others enjoyed what she made. The way they can sometimes innately understand each other, move to a pace others didn't recognize.
The door to the passenger seat opened. Bakugo cracked his eyes, angling his head to see the same woman in his head step into the car, her full lips giving him a small but bright smile. Her silver eyes squinting just a bit with the smile, a lock of ebony falling out from behind her ear.
Ayumi spoke, lips moving, but Bakugo couldn't hear. He could just watch, body still lax; could just stare.
He didn't know when his left hand reached forward, but he took the lock that came loose between his fingers, rubbing the silky tress while staring in intrigue. No matter how much he touched her hair, he could never tire of the feeling.
Slowly, he tucked it behind her ear for her. His finger brushed her skin, Ayumi shivering and leaning in response.
Bakugo had such a strong urge to pull her across the middle and kiss her senseless.
He didn't.
"I'm getting you dress for the charity ball. You ready?" He spoke gruffly yet calmly, eyes still watching her with intent.
Ayumi nodded. "I hope you have good taste, because if not, this will be a long trip."
Bakugo raised a brow. "I got good fucking taste, Stars. Just you wait and see."
Ayumi frowned playfully as Bakugo began to drive off. Completely at ease. Actually glad to be in someone's company.
And for once, as someone asked questions, Bakugo didn't feel annoyance. Instead, he answered calmly.
"You've been working this entire time?" Ayumi asked softly, watching him from the corner of her eye.
Bakugo nodded once. "Finally got this annoying ass case finished. Gonna start a new one tomorrow." He never had such ease talking to someone like this. His body was lax even as he drove, the tension fully leaving. Just because Ayumi was in the car, next to him, her voice filling his ears.
"Why are we going shopping now when you should be sleeping, dumbass," Ayumi crossed her arms, a stern tone filling her voice. Bakugo smirked at that, turned the corner of the road.
"Because I want to fucking pick a dress out for you, thats why." He took a moment to look over at Ayumi, a light blush hitting her cheeks at his next words. "This is much fucking better than pushing it off for a few hours of sleep."
Ayumi rolled her eyes but the blush didn't disappear. Bakugo liked that. Liked knowing his words could cause an affect on her, just as hers did to him.
A comfortable silence fell upon them with the slight talk now and then. "Did you eat?" "Not yet. We can get something later." "I will slap you if you starve yourself, Q-Tip." "Shut up Stars, I'm not starving."
Bakugo finally arrived at the boutique he's had on his mind since before he asked Ayumi to attend. Yes, he planned on having Ayumi by his side at the ball for a while -- it wasn't a random moment to ask her. But as he parked, he felt a spark of anxiety.
He never brought a girl to get a dress. Didn't care for it. Never wanted to pick out something for someone to wear. Yet, the very idea of doing so for Ayumi made his chest feel full, made him want to go through a full fucking closet and choose piece after piece until he found the one that fit her perfectly. That highlighted the luscious curves of her body, that made her ebony waves look perfectly framed, for her silver eyes to shine.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Bakugo took a look at Ayumi. She was staring at him with those inquisitive eyes, gently asking but not probing. As if sensing the sudden shock his system was experiencing. Yet, the more he looked at Ayumi, the more he was sure of himself. Sure that this was the woman he would do this for. That he didn't need to feel that anxiety, to let it come and spear through his mind.
Ayumi gave him a tiny, reassuring smile. Bakugo blinked once, then felt her small hand gently touch against his jaw, fingers tracing a soft line. His body shuddered, leaning forward, instinctively wanting to close the gap.
Ayumi did it for him.
She reached up, using the middle as a boost to connect her lips to her. A soft, light touch, full of care and gentle emotions. It rocked through Bakugo, rooting him to his seat, frozen between the moment of blissful shock and the yearn for more. But before Bakugo could hold onto her and keep her closer, Ayumi already pulled back, dragging a groan from bakugo.
"You said you're going to pick a dress for me, right?" Her voice was soft, a bit airy. Bakugo must have been more tired than he thought, because the urge to take her right then and there was so fucking strong.
Bakugo nodded once, swallowing thickly, clenching his hands, digging his hand into his palm to clear his head. She tilted her head, her smile turning cocky. "Well, what are you waiting for, Katsuki?"
Fuck. Me.
Notes:
I almost missed a deadline for my assignment bc it was online and not a typical one for my class. I had a fucking heart attack.
Also, I'm having fun writing again. Its great continuing on Ayumi and Bakugo's story. I know where I want to go with this. I just don't know if it will be long or not. I have a few more main arcs I want to hit, and maybe a part two for the future....???
Time will tell.
Thx for reading <3
Chapter 34: *Note*
Chapter by Laaph (AlphaFemale127)
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Hi peeps. Just wanted to make a quick note.
I was going to update a few days ago but my computer restarted on me and deleted all my work so I died inside a bit lmao. I will have to rewrite it all and it will take me a few days. Also, because its finals now, I will probably update after I finish finals so I can focus on studying and exams. But I'm not forgetting this ff just life has been a pain-in-the-ass busy with school, work, relationships. I can't wait to get back to it, especially over break (lots of tv and writing and reading to be done).
Just gotta make sure to save my work this time🫡
Chapter 35: Suits and Dresses 2
Chapter by Laaph (AlphaFemale127)
Summary:
Bakugo picks out the dress for Ayumi
Chapter Text
Th inside of the boutique was longer than it was wide, and smelled of those false floral sprays. It wasn't bad but not something Bakugo wouldn't have chosen, that's for sure.
At the beginning of the shop was a round desk, two women sitting and conversing while holding different fabrics. Bakugo scanned the space once again. To the left of the desk was the clothes -- walls lined with dresses of all sorts, displays in the centers and racks of different clothing items, the fitting rooms labeled at the back of the shop. All the clothes less like daily wear and more business, formal, cocktail vibes. There seemed to be a color separation amongst the clothing as well. To the right were some men options, not as in depth as the women, but still plenty. It was also full of shoes and accessories, from heels that looked like potential weapons, to arrays of purses and scarfs.
Bakugo gritted his teeth, realizing this was the kind of place that gave an attendant to help with. He wasn't good with talking with people like that, and didn't think he could flip a switch now, even to make it easier for Ayumi.
The shorter girl sitting at the desk, with short brown hair and tanned skin, round glasses on her yellow eyes, looked up first. When she looked to Bakugo, her eyes widened and a blush came to her cheeks.
Bakugo frowned, jaw clenching more.
"H-hi, how may I help you two today?" the girls' voice was higher pitch, just avoiding being grating. Bakugo, jaw still clenched, didn't want to talk to her. Not just because he didn't like being helped in stores, but because of the way she was looking at him.
He wasn't that fucking oblivious.
And with Ayumi there, Bakugo knew that opening his mouth wouldn't end well. And he didn't come here to make things hard for Ayumi--
"We're here to pick out a formal dress for myself. Where should we start looking?" Ayumi spoke up, soft words and a hint of a smile. She stepped in closer to Bakugo, brushing her body against his, and his hand immediately raised, going to rest on the small of her back. It was his body acting before his mind, feeling the way her body stiffened then relaxed against his palm.
Ayumi was staking a claim while also taking charge here. It made that smirk come to his lips, a thrum in his body.
"Of course. Please, follow me," the girl said, sliding out of the desk space and motioning for them. Her eyes had fallen slightly at the little motion Ayumi had done, but she stayed professional.
"Would you care more for a long formal dress or something shorter?'
"Longer, please,," Ayumi answered.
"Is there a color preference or would you like to select from a multitude of colors?"
"Red. No other color," Bakugo responded immediately, voice gruff and not welcoming. The woman, who introduced herself as Siyume, stiffened a bit at the tone. Even though the blush had long left her face, she still looked at him with admiration. Bakugo could respect that, at least. Maybe.
Ayumi gave him a little look but didn't question it as Siyume led them to the row of red. "Its organized by size and length. I will be nearby if you need any help or have any questions, and if you want to do a fitting I will also be available."
At the nod and quiet thank you Ayumi said, the woman walked off to a small fabric desk nearby, leaving Ayumi and Bakugo mostly alone in the aisle. He let out a long sigh, hands going into the pockets of his jacket he wore, leaning back on his heels. His eyes went directly to Ayumi, feeling a calm as she looked back.
"Let's do this."
••••••••••
Bakugo didn't know how much time had passed by now, but Ayumi was on the fourth dress fitting while he still scanned the dresses. There were so fucking many, stacked together. He thought he grabbed one only for another dress to randomly pop up.
Each dress Ayumi had tried on looked beautiful on her. Different shades of red, mainly darker, like a burgundy or crimson, that accented her eyes well. One was a bit too short, making her legs look shorter than they were even while the torso was beautiful. The other had a v-dip down to the belly-button that Bakugo didn't realize so, although it was sexy as fuck, it was definitely not chosen. The length could be adjusted, especially for longer dresses, but the last two were a bit too long for her shorter height, so Bakugo was back in the aisle, looking for one more dress. Every time Ayumi stepped out of the fitting room, he could just stand there and stare at her for hours. But there was something itching in the back of his mind, telling him to look once more. So he did.
He was in a new section for Ayumi's size. They had gone back and forth between small and medium, since some dresses were too tight and some too big regardless of what it was marked as. He was somewhere in the mix, just looking for dresses that seemed to be the right size based on what he knew.
He skimmed through the clothes with his hand, feeling the textures. Ayumi said only extremely soft or silk fabrics, absolutely nothing else. So he used his fingers to test first. He came to a stop when he felt silk and grabbed a hold of the dress, pulling it out of the rack to look at it. His eyes scanned the dress and something clicked. It was a deeper red, the light glancing off of the fabric making it seem brighter than what it was. It seemed to have a split, with a wide-neck v-dip, but he wasn't sure. Something just told him this was the dress.
Bakugo took it and walked over to the fitting room, hearing the two women inside mutter about some stitching.
"Stars," Bakugo called out from behind the curtain, holding the dress over his shoulder.
"Just a moment," she called back. Some more shuffling, a little 'oof' and then Ayumi's head was poking out from behind the corner. Bakugo felt his lips tilt up, just a bit, at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks. "Yes?"
Bakugo handed the dress to Ayumi -- more like stuffed it in her face to take. "This is it. Try it on."
Huffing from how adamant he was being, Ayumi took the dress and disappeared back inside the curtain. Bakugo stepped back to the chair that was against a pillar, standing by it instead of sitting. His phone buzzed and he took it out, seeing a message from Kirishima. Bakugo would have ignored it if it wasn't for the content in the message -- something important, that was going alongside a long, thought out plan.
He frowned, looking at the screenshots that was sent. Anger rifled through him, gritting his teeth and clenching his hands, barely keeping his Quirk from activating. After scanning the image a few times, Bakugo closed his eyes, forced a breath in and out, and quickly shot back a response.
The time was coming soon. He wouldn't have to hold back much longer against the shitbag--
"Katsuki, what do you think?"
Ayumi's calming tone instantly grabbed his attention, Bakugo's eyes snapping up as soon as the words left her mouth.
And, instead of responding, he went still as a statue. His crimson eyes widened, mouth opening slightly, body becoming another mannequin in the store.
And he stared.
The dress, blood red, accented the warm undertone Ayumi had to her paler skin, making her silver eyes gleam, turning her ebony hair even more glossy. It had short, elegant sleeves, and a wide V-neck that started at the shoulders, sloping gently down to stop between her breasts -- which, covered in a purple bra, were still enticing as fuck and hard to not look at. While there was a slight flare to the top, in that way a tightened, wrapped shawl would look, there was a thick, tight section around her waist, showing off her smaller waist and slim figure. At her hips, the skirt flared softly, accentuating Ayumi's curves wonderfully, the folds in the dress ending in light waves at the ground, the split in the dress starting mid thigh.
Bakugo didn't know how long he stared. He just couldn't look away. His hearing went muffled, his senses dulled, and all he could do was look at Ayumi in awe.
He saw the way her hands moved, as if speaking, but he couldn't hear her. His mouth went dry and he gulped, involuntarily, watching her angle her frame as she showed off pockets that was cut perfectly to be invisible, then the back, covered at the top but open along her spine, resuming mid waist - a half oval design. It was simple, and silk, and fit her curves perfectly and --
"You look stunning."
There was no smirk to his lips, no hidden grin. Nothing but awe in his voice, in his expression, as those words just left Bakugo's mouth.
Ayumi blushed, a beautiful red staining her cheeks, a cute, shy smiling splitting her full lips, making her visage glow. Bakugo felt his heart squeeze before speeding up, and something settled in him. An instinctual, undeniable thought, one that was true to his very fucking soul.
Oh fuck. I am so fucking fucked.
And he didn't care anymore.
Bakugo cleared his throat once. Again. A third time. Then he was able to speak, throat dry, voice a bit gruff and not full of his usual confidence. "You like it, right?" Bakugo checked.
"I love it," Ayumi said, smiling even wider, a glint of something akin to amusement in her eyes. "It's silky, fits perfectly, and even has pockets! This has fucking pockets, Katsuki. It's insane. We have to get this," she continued, happily looking down at her dress. Bakugo didn't realize his lips had a smile to them until then, and he couldn't fully take it away, but only reduce it to a tilt of his lips. Ayumi looked back up. "How much is this going to cost?"
"Don't matter, I got the money." And if he wanted to, he could use the agency card. He cocked his head and nodded to the dressing room behind Ayumi. "Make sure nothing needs adjustments, then we'll go."
Ayumi, practically bubbling with her excitement at the dress, suddenly reached forward. Before Bakugo could register what she was doing, her arms had wrapped around his waist, soft breasts pressing against his chest, her head resting above his heart. He froze for a millisecond before his arms went to return the act, settling low on her waist, gently holding her to him.
Bakugo's heart was thudding at the speed of light and he knew Ayumi heard it. His body felt gloriously warm and light, a feeling he's only ever felt in her arms.
"Thank you for this," she said softly, just where only he could hear her. She pulled her head back and gave him a soft, gentle look. "Thank you for wanting to do this for me."
He stared into her eyes, feeling like another conversation could pass between the gaze alone. "I told you -- you don't have to thank me for shit like this, Stars," he murmured back, thumb rubbing a circle on low of her back.
She smirked. "And I told you I want to anyways."
The urge to reach down and kiss her in this moment thrummed through his frame, and he would have. Would have fucking made out with her in this stunning dress in the middle of a boutique, if it wasn't for the fucking woman in the dressing room pulling back the curtains. Ayumi pulled out of his grasp and Bakugo nearly growled like a fucking dog at the lack of her body contact.
"Is that the one? Ok, let's go over it and make sure all adjustments that may be needed are found!"
When Ayumi disappeared behind the curtain once more, Bakugo sighed out heavily and stepped backwards, dropping into the chair with a thud. He leaned his head back against the pillar and closed his eyes.
Well.
••••••••••
That evening, Ayumi was humming along to her music playing low in the background as she typed away on the report she and Bakugo worked on for the competition. She was filling in information from Dai and Christine, about costs for services, types of work material they would be able to provide, etc. Admittedly, Ayumi had written down most of the work so far due to Bakugo's busy schedule, but whenever he was able to, he helped. He even got them the next meal, at an Italian restaurant for Saturday night. Apparently, he knew the owner.
After the dress fitting, Ayumi ended up getting shoes. Bakugo grimaced at all the heels, wondering how anyone could walk in them -- especially stilettos. She wanted to pick a smaller pair, around only two inches max -- until she found the shoes. She initially thought they were Christin Louboutin, due to the black, shiny leather and red underside, then decided they couldn't be because it was only around 140 dollars, but then Siyume told her that they were the last pair they had and it was put it on a sale.
She bought it.
Even if she only wore it four times her entire life, she had a staple shoe. A 70 mm Kate Louboutin. Almost 3 inches but it will be fine. Ayumi would practice wearing them every day, when she was alone in the condo, until the charity ball would come.
Bakugo drove them back to the condo, where Ayumi made a quick ramen bowl for him to eat. Afterwards, he simply dragged himself upstairs, took a shower, then promptly fell asleep. Ayumi doubted he would be awake till the morning, and he deserved the rest. Todoroki and Midoriya were practically the same, so it was only her and Hatsume for dinner, which was some more quick ramen with some added flavor and sides that Ayumi made.
Sighing out, Ayumi tossed her iPad to the side, slouching against her seat of pillows. Her brain was slowly frying, not letting her focus on finish what she needed to. At nearly midnight, she might as well just watch something then go to bed. Already in her pajamas, all was needed was to pick one of her shows to watch.
She grabbed her iPad again, pushing the strap of her tank-top back up. She paused the music and went to Netflix as the first choice, beginning to scroll, until a message popped up. From Ren.
She tapped on it.
Ren: you awake?
Ayumi: yeah, why?
Ren: I'm going to be in Tokyo starting Sunday. Do you have a spot in that condo for me to stay for the week?
Ayumi blinked at those words. She knew why Ren was coming to Tokyo, for the court was located in the city. Still, it was feeling more real with this text, that her parents truly were going through a divorce. That there was something going on behind the scenes, and that she was still being left out. A slightly bitter feeling started to settle but she forced herself to ignore it.
Ayumi: We have one extra room but I'll check with the others in the morning if its fine by them.
Ren: thanks
Ren: also we should talk
Ren: I want to explain whats going on between mom and Reki in person
Ayumi twisted her lips, feeling both dread and relief. Dread at knowing the truth, relief that Ren was going to tell her and not leave her in the dark anymore -- especially with the court date in a week.
Ayumi: sounds good
Ayumi: you can take me to a cafe and everything
Ayumi: I'll take a nail sponsor too
Ren: ruthless
Ren: but fine
Ayumi chuckled aloud at the gif Ren sent afterwards, responding with her own. They talked a little longer before Ren started saying goodnight, Ayumi promising to check about the available room. Right as she sent the last message, going back to Netflix, her ears picked up footsteps seconds before the door to her room opened.
Frozen, hand on her screen, eyes wide as saucers, she stared at a sleep Bakugo Katsuki. His eyes were heavy lidded, hair even more mussed, one side a bit flatter due to him sleeping on it. He was shirtless, wearing loose shorts, a pillow under one arm, a phone with the charger attached in his hand. Ayumi blinked a few times, wondering what the fuck was going on, even as her body warmed at the sight of his broad chest and toned torso, scars adorning him.
"Katsuki? You okay?" Ayumi asked gently, not moving from her spot. Bakugo simply tsked, stepped in, closed the door behind him and shut off the light. The room plunged in darkness, only her iPad shedding some light.
"You can watch something, it won't bother me," Bakugo grumbled, his voice almost slurring, deep and husky. Ayumi was glad he couldn't see her blush as he walked to the nightstand, reaching behind to plug his charger in and dropping his phone on the table itself.
"A-are you sleeping here-"
"Yes I am." Bakugo spoke it like that was the only option. Ayumi only blinked, shell-shocked, but didn't argue it as he kneeled into the bed, bracing over her. His warm, caramel scent drafted over her, an ease settling in her muscles. He rolled over, taking up the rest of the space of her bed near the wall. Grumbling under his breath, he managed to get under the blanket, placing his pillow down -- which Ayumi suspected he brought when he realized how she loves keeping pillows for herself -- and plopped his head down.
Instead of just laying there, though, his arms reached out. One across her thighs, the other behind her back, holding around her, resting on her hip. His touch was deliciously safe and warm, making her shiver in appreciation. And Bakugo pulled her closer to him, resting his forehead against the crook between her waist and her hip.
Ayumi bit back her giddy smile that came at this. At how cute he acted, how he seemed to need to be next to her to relax, to sleep peacefully. The way the frown instantly left his brow when he held onto her, the peaceful expression that fell upon his face, the even pattern to his sleeping.
Her heart swelled. She could easily watch him sleep like this all night, take comfort in the fact that Bakugo took comfort in her.
The way he looked at her earlier, when she tried on the last dress, resurfaced. The pure awe and warmth in that gaze felt almost reflected in this moment, and she wanted to cherish it.
After a few minutes of staring, heart racing before thudding back to a calm, satisfied beat, she got her headphones from the stand and put them on. Ayumi rested one hand in his hair, threading her fingers gently, earning a subtle groan that made that smile return for a moment. Then she started watching her show, all while Bakugo cuddled into her side, having come down to sleep with her.
Notes:
Happy New Years everyone!
I wish I updated more frequently this year, but it seems life hated me lol. I crashed from stress and lack of sleep, got sick, and had family issues all break but I tried to write and finally was able to finish. Since I'm taking a creative writing course this semester, hopefully I can update more regularily.
Hope everyone had a happy holidays, happy break, and will be able to improve anything they want to for the new year. Wish you all the best!
Chapter 36: Court Isn't Fun
Chapter by Laaph (AlphaFemale127)
Summary:
Ren arrives and gets along with the others. Ayumi forces him to talk.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
A knock came at the door. Ayumi's breath stilled in her chest for a second before she breathed out and looked at all her roommates -- all who agreed to let Ren use the extra room for the week. Bakugo was semi-interested but mainly on his phone, already having met him and, surprisingly, got along. Midoriya looked a bit nervous, Todoroki was eating soba without a care, and Hatsume just left her room, looking excited to see him.
The knock came again and Bakugo looked up with a frown. "Aren't you gonna get the door?"
"Yes, yes," Ayumi jerked out of her stupor, tearing her gaze off of Bakugo's bare arms. She could still feel the way they held her last night, her body shaking and falling apart from pleasure in his grasp-
"Hey Ren," she sighed out, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Ren smiled at her. His hair was a bit shorter, a trim, and some brown strands started to appear through the black from spending time in the sun. His emerald eyes squinted with a genuine smile, though the smudges of sleepless nights marred them. Wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants, he dropped his duffel-bag next to his luggage and gave Ayumi a hug. He still smelled like his normal self, clean and soft summer dew.
"Hey Ayu. You okay?"
"I should be asking you that," Ayumi returned, frowning. He looked a bit pale, and not from lack of sun but stress. "You okay?" Ren grimaced a bit, hesitating. At that hesitation, Ayumi shook her head, soft waves released from her bun tickling the back of her neck. "We'll talk later, but you will tell me."
"Yeah, yeah, just let me in already."
Hatsume was ogling Ren as he put on his friendly smile and walked in, bowing his head lightly and saying high to everyone. Midoriya was wide-eyed, looking from Ayumi to Ren, before nodding -- why, Ayumi didn't know. Hatsume wiggled to Ayumi after she closed the door, whispering in her hair:
"Your brother is hot as fuck."
Ayumi snorted a laugh and held a hand to her face to stop more giggles from escaping. She smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah, I guess he is."
She watched as Ren and Bakugo nodded at each other and shook hands briefly. A flutter of warmth blossomed in her heart before her eyes narrowed a bit in suspicion. Ayumi was happy, ecstatic , that Bakugo got along with Ren. Not only was Ren her brother, but one of the most important and loved people in her life. Knowing how she felt about Bakugo, it was heartwarming. But still, seeing the nod, the way they interacted, was a bit weird considering Bakugo and his normal interactions. There was something else going on between them, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know or not.
More introductions went around. Todoroki just blurted out that it was quite obvious they were siblings, and that made Ayumi smile and Ren sigh. "I'm obviously the better looking one," he claimed. That made Bakugo tsk and roll his eyes, which got a blush to Ayumi's cheeks even as she elbowed her brother.
She showed Ren to the room on the top floor, which was right next to Bakugo's room. It made her wonder if Bakugo would still come to rest and sleep with her while Ren stayed or not. She wanted him to, but wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. Or, if he did, maybe they would keep their activities to a minimum.
He gave her the answer when Ayumi got back downstairs, letting Ren have time to unpack after she told him they would be going to a cafe in a few.
"I'm still going to sleep in your room, Stars," he muttered as Ayumi sat on the sofa next to him. She bit back her smile and leaned on his shoulder, closing her eyes and breathing out softly.
"I wouldn't expect less," she teased, snuggling into his warmth. After the boutique trip, then the way he came to her room that night, Ayumi and Bakugo had been more open about their physical affection. She wouldn't hesitate to sit next to him when the chance came, nor would he hesitate to put his arm around her, like he did just now, tucking Ayumi in to his side. Even when they went to the Italian restaurant on Saturday, somewhere Bakugo knew for the competition, he had no qualms holding her hand in public or tucking her close. Midoriya was a grinning mess every time he saw it and Bakugo, after the first few curses at him, gave up on it even as Midoriya took pics and sent it to Bakugo's closest friends, no doubt.
Todoroki merely stopped, stared, and muttered "finally" before moving on. Hatsume sighed a relief the first time and just asked to not be so loud next time, which made Ayumi a tomato in human clothing.
But ever since Thursday night, a bond that was undeniably more than friendship, more than pure physical attraction, was formed. Ayumi knew what she felt for Bakugo, knew that heat and soft, feathery warmth in her heart was something more than plain attraction and curiosity. She struggled to label it, but it was there, it was real, and she couldn't ignore it. So every time Bakugo took her into his grasp, hugged her or slid within her at night, whether he complimented her lightly or stared at her openly when he thought no one was watching -- it made her hope . Hope that maybe, just maybe, the feelings were reciprocal.
But it was Bakugo she was with. Even if he did feel the same, even if he couldn't hold himself back from being with her, showing it through his actions, would he admit it? Would he still go for it even when he came to terms with what he felt?
If Ayumi confessed, would he say it back or reject her?
Those fears made Ayumi keep quiet. She liked what she had with him right now, and loved their connection. Ayumi was scared of ruining it over those words.
She opened her eyes, seeing the news channel that was on, playing softly while Bakugo texted someone on his phone. News about the Endeavor Agency ball -- it was this Friday, right after the court date on Thursday.
Her heart dropped into her stomach.
The fucking court case on the divorce between her parents.
Her ears peaked as steps came down. Ren rounded and Ayumi stared at him. She saw the deep breath he took.
"Ready?"
No, Ayumi wanted to say, wanted to stay in Bakugo's warm, safe grasp.
Instead, she nodded sharply and escaped the warmth. "Let's go."
- •••••••••
A caramel iced coffee and a parfait was on the table before her. Ayumi clacked her nails on the glass of her coffee, staring and observing Ren. He looked down at his warm macchiato, deep in thought -- probably about how to start. During the drive to the cafe, not much was said. He asked her how it's been since he last visited, how the competition was going. Minor things.
But now, she saw more. Saw the sad curve to his lips, small but there. The sag to his shoulders -- stress. He looked less like the vibrant Ren she knew, and someone who was getting weighed down by too much being put on him. That was who he was, though. Always ready to shoulder it all if it meant to save the people he loved most from the worst of it. And, seeing as it had to do with their parents, Ayumi knew it was her whom he was trying to save.
It both pissed her off and scared her. The shit they have been through together should be more than enough reason to share it with her. But, even after everything, he was still trying to stop the brunt of the information from hitting her, then it must be bad . And for that, Ayumi couldn't be too upset. Ren still was her older brother, and he would always be.
"Ren," Ayumi began, voice soft even though they were in a booth away from everyone else in the shop. "I know you want to protect me a lot. But we have been through a lot together, and will continue to go through shit as life goes on." Ren's eyes snapped up at her words and Ayumi gave him a soft smile. "So just trust me. Stop trying to shoulder it all alone when I'm right here."
Ren stared at Ayumi for a few, really looking. She saw the sorrow deep in his eyes before he sighed, a long, relieving one. He let out a soft chuckle, brushing a hand through his hair as he leaned back in the chair. "You're right."
"I know, that's why I said it." They both grinned at those words, but it fell off Ren's lips easily. He looked at his drink again and Ayumi took a tentative sip of hers. Sweet, just like she wanted. Too bitter aftertaste, but it would be fine.
A few moments of silence filled the space and Ayumi didn't push. She knew Ren was going to speak, and would let him do it at his own pace.
She wasn't ready for the words that were about to leave his lips.
"Mom was being cheated on by Reki, and when his fling ended he began to physically abuse her."
The air felt like it was sucker-punched out of Ayumi's lungs.
Eyes widened, shoulders straightening, fingers digging into the glass handle of her cup. She wondered what was on her face that made Ren wince.
Astonishment? Anger? Sorrow? Guilt?
Because Ayumi remembered the way her mother wouldn't let Ayumi help her pick out clothes, or try them on. The light wince she made the last time she visited her, touching her shoulder. Ayumi just thought of it as Keira being her private, distant self. She never thought to tie it all together, tie it to her mom being abused by her da--
By Reki.
She felt nauseous.
Ren continued. "I found out a few months before the split. Mom asked me to help document evidence so she could divorce him with no issues. That's when she told me everything." She saw the quiver to his hand as he clenched his fist. Ayumi was speechless.
"The abuse started when you were 13. Small things, she said, barely anything -- which I find utter bullshit but regardless." A muscle on his neck strained, showing the rage he held inside. "She said it was... oh god."
He couldn't finish his sentence, jaw tight, head bowed. Ayumi felt her heart in her throat, in her stomach, making her sick with guilt and anger and anxiety.
"She said she took the abuse to protect you."
Ayumi sucked in a sharp breath and said three words. "What the fuck ."
Ren couldn't look at her. Not as he explained it. Explained how Reki was caught trying to put cameras in her room. As Keira let him hurt her just to keep Ayumi safe. How she would constantly check to make sure he wasn't trying to do anything to her. Hence why Keira pushed Ayumi out the house more, pushed her to do more activities, barely at home. How the abuse turned worse and worse, that the one trip that Keira and Reki took to Tokyo wasn't a couple's get-a-way but a trip to the hospital to care for the injuries he managed to inflict.
Ayumi went to the bathroom and vomited up everything she drank and ate that day, and even more. Then she came back, tried to keep listening even as tears stained her cheeks. When Ren finished his retelling of it all, a heavy silence filled the space between them. Ayumi could understand even more why he didn't want to tell her right away, especially seeing how she was a part of it without ever knowing. She wanted to call Keira, apologize and thank her for all the years she protected Ayumi. But how could she face her, knowing the abuse Keira faced in her stead?
"You don't need to feel responsible for what happened, Ayu," Ren broke the silence, hand reaching out and grabbing Ayumi's trembling one. Tears built in her eyes once again, vision blurring. "Someone's bad deeds are only on the person who did it, and no one else."
She knew that. Ayumi knew that, but still, it was hard to come to terms with it. Knowing now that, because of Reki's horrific interests, Keira put her safety in jeopardy, let herself get abused, to protect Ayumi. And that wasn't something she could immediately get over, something she can just accept as Reki being a terrible human.
Ayumi didn't respond, bowing her head forward and letting her locks shield her face. Let the silent tears flow freely, let her broken heart, already broken allusion on her parents, shatter into dust. Ren stayed by her side, rubbing her hand in soft circles with his thumb, face grave but full of brotherly love and worry. He watched as his sister's shoulders shook with her tears, as she clenched his hand tight, as drops hit the wooden table.
Watched until she breathed in deeply. Once, twice. Three times. Sat up, grabbed a napkin, and dap at the tears on her cheeks, letting go of his hand.
Took a shaky sip of her coffee. The bitterness was more powerful than the sweetness this time, and she accepted it.
"So what am I supposed to do for court?"
That's when Ren brought his phone out, calling the lawyer.
Even if she was ready to curl into a ball and never leave her bed again, Ayumi couldn't break down now. Not when there is something she could do for Keira, for her mom. Her silent protector.
Notes:
Hi.
Summer break is upon us.
I will write more often. Maybe finish. Yeye
Also yeah heartbreaking backstory on the parents. Sorry about that.
Chapter 37: Court Isn't Fun 2
Chapter by Laaph (AlphaFemale127)
Summary:
I guess we can say "season 2 has arrived" 😭
A little bump in the road has arised
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Bakugo was unfocused during work, and it was annoying him. The day started with paperwork, and he barely managed to power through, his mind busy. Every day since Ren has been staying at the condo, Ayumi looked more worn down and stressed, despite how much she tried to hide it. She shook in Bakugo's arms Sunday night thinking he was asleep, after the cafe trip with Ren. He couldn't help but hold her tighter and let her sob into his chest.
While Bakugo had no idea what had happened, he couldn't find it in him to pry or get upset. Instead, worry kept creeping in, seeing the red smudges under Ayumi's eyes when he came back from the Agency. A worry he hadn't felt before, not even when with That Bitch. It scared him and upset him at the way he felt, but despite it all...
Bakugo didn't want to stop worrying for Ayumi. And that made him unsettled.
Currently, he was with Todoroki and Midoriya looking at a map of red dots, and while Burnin' had given them the rundown on their new case, it took too much effort to keep zoned in. After he was assigned his part in the mission, the meeting was adjourned and Bakugo walked out into the hall, finding a section alone to lean against the wall, close his eyes, and sigh out harshly.
Yet, when he closed his eyes, those red-lined, silver eyes flashed in his mind. She had the court session tomorrow, and was a witness -- that much Bakugo knew. But the details of what was being argued, why she was to be a witness, why she was struggling; all of that was a mystery. Even though he was finishing on plans to get back at that asshole , he felt helpless. Ayumi didn't ask him to come to court for support, and yet Bakugo felt he should go.
But would she want him there?
He cursed low. He never cared if someone wanted his support or not, never cared if they wanted him to be there or not. He dealt with that shit over and over again, and learned to carve his own path, regardless of how others feel. And now here he was, internally debating how to stop one woman from crying, how to make that one woman feel supported.
Bakugo was changing, and he wasn't sure how much he liked this change.
"There you are," a toneless voice called from the right. Bakugo scowled.
"What do you want, Icyhot?" Bakugo shot back, opening his eyes to glare at one of his partner's. Todoroki didn't look affected by Bakugo's tone, having expected something harsher. He just walked closer, hands in his pockets, and cocked his head.
"Are you that worried about Isaki?" Todoroki asked bluntly and Bakugo couldn't come up with a response right away other than a tsk, glowering at the man. Todoroki nodded. "Knew it. She does seem to be going through a lot."
Bakugo finally spoke, gruff and looking away. "What does it matter if I am or not?"
"You shouldn't hide it." Those words made narrowed red eyes glare at him. Todoroki continued, voice lowering. "Isaki needs the support, and it's clear that she is trying to hide how she feels to not make you feel uncomfortable."
The words hit like stone, and Bakugo hit the way his fingers flinched, the way that sinking feeling set in his chest. Todoroki let the words sink in a few more moments before saying one final thing.
"You want to be there. Don't start distancing yourself now just because you're unsure -- at least for Isaki's sake."
Todoroki left Bakugo to stew with those words, adding to the pile of swarming thoughts.
He kicked the wall and stood up. It would be a fucking miracle if he could focus on anything else for the next few hours.
- •••••••••
Ayumi finished prepping, staring at the clothes hanging on the closet door, the text on the iPad on the desk. Standing in her room, hands on her hips, she was tired from last week. Finally being brought in on the ongoings of the case was a lot to deal with, but it was also relieving to not be in the dark anymore. Guilt still slammed in her gut, but she also learned to be grateful for what Keira sacrificed for her. She and her mom may have never been that close growing up, or may never get that normal mother-daughter bond. But her mother did sacrifice her health, her safety, just to keep Ayumi safe.
There would never be enough thanks she could say for that.
Looking over her clothes once more, she nodded. A gray blouse and black pencil skirt, black loafers, paired with a gray blazer. She wanted to look professional and put together, not like an emotional wreck. Someone who could give a clear-headed testimony.
I was giving testimony in my parent's divorce.
The thought was still weird to Ayumi. She never expected anything like this to happen, but here she was, the night before. And right after, she will go with Bakugo to the Endeavor Charity Event , located away from the city. It was surreal. And Ayumi was even more unsure of what to think.
When she broke down in his arms Sunday night, hoping he was asleep, he just held her tight in his arms. A form of silent support, care, that helped her move on the next day. Every night, Bakugo let her curl into his arms, even without any form of sexual intimacy. Yet, he couldn't look at her long during the day when he came home. One look at her tear smudged eyes and he looked away. He didn't talk as much, didn't go out of his way to make sure she was at his side whenever he could.
Ayumi didn't know if he was doing that, distancing himself, for her or for himself. She clung to those nights of silent comfort, but it was no doubt disheartening. She tried her best to not show how much of a mess she was inside, not wanting to distance Bakugo even more. But all those memories kept resurfacing, and it was giving her emotional whiplash. Letting her dump on him that night after the library. The late night call, letting her in his dorm after what Monoma did. The first kiss, the first time they were together. How he saved her life, how he let her rely on him after.
When Ayumi exposed herself in a way she has never done. And Bakugo accepted her at that moment, and showed it for the days following.
Now, he was a bit distant.
And Ayumi was scared.
Shaking her head to fight the nausea that came from her anxiety, Ayumi left her room. Ren and Hatsume had already begun eating and she joined them, eating in silence with them. It's already 7 pm. Looks like Bakugo will be back late today. She wondered if he would come to her room once again.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Ren asked softly, remorse in his eyes. Ayumi gave him a soft, genuine smile in return.
She had a part to play, to make sure her mother got at least some of the retribution she earned. "I am ready. You?"
Ren nodded. "As ready as I could ever be. Won't be surprised if it's a shit show." He was right on that. Family court tended to get messy. Hatsume's eyes were full of questions as she chewed on food, but she didn't ask.
"Ayu, are you..." Ren pursed his lips, as if about to stop himself from finishing that question. But he shook his head, eyes finding hers again. "Are you sure you don't want to invite Bakugo to come? Some support in the spectators can help, and he would probably agree if you ask."
Ayumi almost choked on her spoon, eyes widening as she froze, staring at Ren. She knew Ren and Bakugo had been weirdly getting along, but for him to ask her about this? That was completely unexpected.
But she won't lie: Ayumi had been wanting to ask Bakugo if he would like to be there. Miya and Itsuki wouldn't be able to make it, due to the trip and their own scheduled plans. Maybe she would have invited her cousin, at one point in time. That was off the table completely. Ren would be there as another witness. She didn't want to fully expose her fucked up family to her roommates. The only other person Ayumi had trusted enough, had seen and listened to her struggles and stayed...
Well, that was Bakugo.
But when Monday came around and she saw how he started looking away more, the invitation died on her lips. She became hesitant to ask. Even now, Ayumi wanted him to be there. Knew that if she looked when she was overwhelmed, and saw Bakugo there, she wouldn't falter.
Yet, she hasn't asked yet.
Swallowing thickly, Ayumi looked down at her plate. "... I'll ask him to come, when I see him." If I see him . Ayumi didn't know when he would be back tonight.
Ren nodded. "I think that would be good."
Silence continued. Hatsume finished eating first, cleaning her plate and helping to put food away. Ayumi and Ren finished the rest of it together, a duo in silence.
When the door to Hatsume's room clicked shut, Ren spoke.
"It won't be easy tomorrow," he said, eyes down on his hands as he washed. Ayumi glanced at him but looked away, not wanting to get emotional again. "I know you trust Bakugo, that's why I brought it up. But, you're strong on your own, ya know? Plus, I'm here too, and we make a pretty kickass team together -- as someone semi said once."
Despite the tears burning her eyes, Ayumi snorted a laugh. "Glad to know my little emotional speech was simplified to 'kickass team'," I tease, elbowing Ren lightly. He let loose a small chuckle, one they both needed.
"But yeah. We will be strong tomorrow, regardless of who does or doesn't show up."
Ayumi knew she couldn't solely rely on Bakugo's support to power through, as nice as it sounds. She has gone so long on her own -- hiding the pain from the light, from her closest loved ones. She survived a shit ton. This case won't be the thing that breaks her down. Being anxious about Bakugo's feelings won't break her down.
Regardless of what happens, I will be okay.
Ayumi stayed up late that night, waiting for Bakugo to come back, to finally ask him to come with her to the court.
She passed out before he got back.
Notes:
Well. I am alive. Hi. Fucked up shit hasn't taken me out yet but it has tried.
Hope u like
Chapter 38: Court Isn't Fun 3
Chapter by Laaph (AlphaFemale127)
Summary:
Will Bakugo show up to the court for Ayumi's testimony?
Chapter Text
Ayumi smoothed down her skirt as she sat next to Ren and her mother. Nerves wracked her entire frame, and even after reuniting with Keira, she still was on edge. The court room was cold, muted colors, just the quiet shuffle of people setting up for the session. Keira didn't speak much when Ayumi talked to her earlier. But she did do one thing that was unexpected.
She thanked her, and apologized.
"Thank you for being on my side, Ayumi. And I'm sorry I hid the truth from you."
To say that Ayumi cried in the bathroom afterwards would not be a lie.
Her mother rarely thanked anyone. Never apologized. And Ayumi received both of those in a single moment. No hug followed, as physical touch to show emotions was something they never developed. But the connection was there, one Ayumi didn't have with Keira for years.
One she would never bother trying with Reki. Someone she hasn't acknowledged the entire time so far, even as he sat across the room from her. Ayumi couldn't even stomach looking at the color of his hair without feeling sick.
After her crying session, the lawyer gave them a rundown of what should happen. They would go over the dispute, what each side claims, any additional wants either side wanted to place, more statements. Then witness testimony. Ayumi and Ren would be the ones today for Keira -- and, going off of who was sitting across from her this moment, her cousin and a family friend would testify for Reki. Mawata ignored her gaze, gray eyes cold and locked on the papers before her. She had crutches at her seat, still recovering. The sight of her unconscious frame, bloody and impaled on the ground, flashed in Ayumi's mind.
Ayumi had felt guilty for not visiting Mawata in the hospital, but she wasn't wanted. The last they talked was an argument that left her cousin in the hospital and herself aware of something that still terrified Ayumi. And seeing Mawata for the first time since the attack made those memories resurface, an uncomfortable and unsafe feeling scattering under her skin. She glanced out over the crowd. It was open to friends and family and strangers, neither side caring if people were allowed in. Ayumi looked for one person, and deflated a-bit more into her rising sense of panic.
Bakugo got back too late for her to stay up, and left before she woke up. She expected that, and wrote him a note on her nightstand. It was gone in the morning, and she knew Bakugo took it. She just hoped he would show up.
If he didn't, then she knew they weren't at the stage she thought they were. And that would probably shred her heart a bit.
He wasn't here yet.
Chairs scraped and Ayumi snapped back into reality, seeing that the Judge was entering. She rose and waited for everyone else to sit down. Swallowing down her fear, Ayumi struggled to keep her mind from spiraling, to keep her heart calm and not aid her panic. Sights of an exploding wall, of screams and people running over each other trying to escape, falling victim to an attacker. It filled her thoughts, and Ayumi bit her tongue hard enough that she tasted blood.
This isn't good. She hasn't had panic like this in so long. But it was the first time since the attack that she was in a crowded place, and with her nerves already frayed, Ayumi was having trouble trying to overcome it. Her focus was barely there, not truly taking in what was being said. Her foot tapped fast, fingers drumming her thighs, breathing shallow.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Time passed too quick, and Ayumi was almost trembling with how hard she was trying to keep calm inside.
Then they called the first witness.
Isaki Ayumi.
She tried to swallow again as she stood up, legs wobbling and weak, but her throat constricted and she almost choked on her own saliva. Ren looked at her worriedly, having noticed how pale she got, and patted her shoulder. Ayumi wished that touch helped her panic.
It didn't.
She walked over to the witness seat. They started reciting the pledge, and when it came time for Ayumi to repeat, she opened her mouth and --
Choked. Nothing came out.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Calm down, you fucking idiot.
Ayumi tried again, but the panic inside her was overtaking. Tears burned her eyes as every gaze in the room settled heavily on her.
"Why are you not reciting it?" the Judge asked, and Ayumi almost fell into the chair, body beginning to tremble, breaths quickening and becoming more shallow --
The door opened. It wasn't loud to disrupt everyone else, but enough for Ayumi to look to it, trying to find a distraction from her humiliating mess. From her unreasonable fear and panic.
When she saw the man who walked in, an instant ease began to spread through her. Her heart was still rapid, but her throat began to clear, the tremble to her arms started to stabilize, the shallowness of her breath began to deepen. Crimson eyes locked with her silver eyes, and suddenly, Ayumi felt safe again.
"... I-I swear that I will speak the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth," Ayumi sounded out, voice breaking at first but finishing strong. They said the second part, and Ayumi repeated, not taking her eyes away from the crimson. It grounded her, helped her to fight off the panic in her mind and heart, helped her to speak.
Bakugo helped her, grounded her, made her feel safe.
He came.
Realization rang out as she took her seat, Keira's lawyer coming to ask her questions first.
Bakugo came.
Now she wanted to cry, but this time out of relief and that fucking emotion that terrified her yet warmed her so deeply.
"Please, state your name and relation to both parties before we begin," the lawyer spoke, forcing Ayumi's attention back to him. She inhaled deeply, hands spread on her lap, straightened her shoulders. And answered.
"Isaki Ayumi, daughter to Masaki Keira and Isaki Reki."
"How is your relationship with both of your parents?"
Ayumi glanced to Keira. Glanced to Reki, his gray eyes glaring at her. She looked away fast, nausea roiling in her gut. "I've never been close to either parent, but Keira was the one who showed me more care overall and stayed part of my life. Around when I was 12, Reki and I stopped interacting outside of preordained family meetings, and calling him father was more of a requirement than anything that felt real."
She wondered what Bakugo thought of this, of how distant her relationship with her parents were. She wondered how he was with his own. Maybe he had a close relationship or maybe he related to her on not being connected.
"Preordained family meetings? Please explain that."
So Ayumi did. She explained how Reki was rarely home, or how she had to be out of the house most days when he was. How she rarely, if ever. saw him on the weekly, and he would schedule meetings to discuss changes that affected the entire family or had important news to share. Even before Ayumi had to explain it, she already came to terms that her relationship with Reki was more like business coworkers than anything that a family should feel like.
But Ayumi made her own family. With Ren, with Miya and with Itsuki.
"Before that change, what was your relationship with him?"
Ayumi felt her heart sink and resisted the urge to look out into the eyes of the crowd. More uncomfortable truths. "... I was scared of him growing up."
"Why were you scared of Reki growing up?"
She felt Ren watch her, the only one who really knew what it was like for her growing up. She felt Reki's spiteful glare that she even dared to speak like this. But knowing what Keira did to protect her, Ayumi knew the least she could do was expose what she had gone through -- even if doing so made her heart drop to her feet and her head dizzy.
"My Quirk enhances my senses to an extreme degree. It was very difficult to manage it as a child, and Reki never took me seriously. He refused to give me pain medication or suppressions, tried to sound-train me by locking me in my room and playing music on speakers that, at one point, made my ears bleed." Gasps sounded out as Ayumi gave some examples of what he did. She clenched her jaw and continued, remembering just how painful that moment was, how her ear drums nearly burst completely. "Because of his lack of care, I got sick frequently. At one point, I couldn't take it and almost overdosed on pain killers. Keira was the one who found me and took me to get care."
Silence resounded, so strongly it was loud.. Ayumi knew the lawyer took longer to move on, letting her words settle in with the Judge, with everyone watching and listening, trying to evoke more emotion. To swing it to their side. Ayumi wasn't directly aware of the abuse her mother suffered, but she still had her own stories to tell. Ones she hated ever bringing up, having thought that it would forever stay history.
Ayumi glanced down at her hands. Bakugo already knew so much about her. And now, he is learning more -- the bad history of her family, not just of herself.
But he showed up and he hasn't left.
Her heart swelled with hope. Maybe this isn't so bad.
Maybe she'll learn more about him too.
Ayumi lifted her head just in time for the next question. She steeled herself.
I can do this.
••••••••••
Bakugo held the index card in his hand all morning, having not been able to type up a report on the small fish he took down on the way back to the condo yesterday. He had got off of work a bit early, wanting to talk to Ayumi despite his tendencies not to want to initiate like that. But the bus ride back got interrupted with a dumbass robbing right in front of him. The guy had a good Quirk but couldn't use it right, so it was an easy takedown. Then, after doing a quick check, turned out he was also part of the organization that Endeavor Agency was working on taking down. All of that led to Bakugo spending a few hours longer, and he didn't get back to the Condo till after 2 am.
He still got into bed, slowly and quietly, and Ayumi didn't budge awake. The white paper had his name on it, and as Bakugo lay in bed, he picked it up and read it. Ayumi had naturally cozied into his side, her body warm from sleep and blankets. He read it over and over again, and held it tight while he lay there, staring up at the ceiling after turning the light off. Ayumi against him, a comfort even while his mind raced.
Tomorrow is the court session. I have to testify. And I know we aren't precise on where we stand, but...
I feel like we are close enough that its ok to want your comfort.
If we are, I would like if you could come tomorrow. You don't have to, and you might be busy, but if you can make it I would love that.
--Ayu
That's when Bakugo realized how stupid he was, and Todoroki's words echoed in his mind.
"Isaki needs the support, and it's clear that she is trying to hide how she feels to not make you feel uncomfortable"
Bakugo had started to put distance to make Ayumi feel more comfortable with the amount of stress she was under. He was worried for her, and he knew that. It was an emotion Bakugo wasn't used to feeling for other people. It made his mind void of what to do to help Ayumi outside of giving her space, letting her handle her issues. For what could Bakugo do? Get upset, or tell her not to think about it? That didn't help with shit.
So stepping back, letting her do what she needed to do: Bakugo thought that was the smart thing to do.
Todoroki didn't.
Ayumi didn't.
The red eyes, the stress, the downed energy. Bakugo thought he was helping to relieve it by not adding more to it, at least. He had decided not to go to court because he wasn't sure if she would want him there.
He was wrong. He was so fucking wrong.
Bakugo was worried this morning, the last week, and he wasn't sure how he liked the change.
Now he was so fucking upset at himself for taking a step back, letting his unease at change get in the way of how he felt. Bakugo wanted to worry for her. Wanted to be there for her. Wanted to support her. Wanted to see her laugh or be at ease by his side, her to be open with him and part of his daily life. Whether they talked or not, whether they had sex or not, he just wanted her.
He wanted Ayumi.
And he needed her to want him as well.
Ayumi slept at his side peacefully, while Bakugo couldn't sleep from a feeling he fucking hated.
Guilt.
He couldn't sleep the entire night, and got out of bed before the alarm went off. Looking from Ayumi's calm, sleeping visage to the clothes she had set up to the crumpled index card still in his grasp...
Bakugo made up his mind.
At work, he couldn't focus. It took him two hours to write a one page report, and afterwards, without warning, changed and booked it from the Agency after clocking out. Sent a quick message to Todoroki so if anyone asked they knew he would be out.
Went to the courthouse.
He did try to open the door silently, but it didn't cooperate and made a noise. But the room was silent -- in session.
"Why are you not reciting it?" A male voice echoed. That was the Judge Bakugo surmised as he looked down the aisle to see where Ayumi was.
She was the very first person his eyes laid on. Standing in the witness box, a tremble to her small frame, silver eyes wide with tears threatening to fall, an anxious look to them, her breathing shallow.
Bakugo almost darted to her side seeing the fear on her face, threading through the tenseness of her body.
But then her eyes locked with his, and the room faded away. He saw the way, almost instantly, a relief flooded Ayumi. Panic ebbed from eyes, her trembling slowed, and she swallowed a deep breath. Ayumi finally spoke, her voice cracking initially, but she stared right back at Bakugo.
Taking strength from him being there.
Bakugo waited until she sat down before letting out a breath and taking a spot in the back row.
He should have never stepped back.
I am a fucking dumbass.
The questions began. Bakugo was tall enough to see above people's heads, although not too much, and his focus was on Ayumi although he glanced over the two sides in the room.
Keira he recognized, and Ren, sitting to the right. Ren had a tense jaw, a furrow to his brows, and Keira was sitting tightly even with a blank expression. The opposite side was a middle aged man with pale pink hair, gray eyes and pale complexion-- Ayumi's father. Next to him was another man and--
Bakugo gaze narrowed to slits as Ayumi told her relation to Keira and Reki.
For sitting in that 4th spot was Mawata, crutches by her side, a blank look in her eyes. She must've felt Bakugo's glower for her dull eyes turned to his direction. A frown came to her lips when she saw him. He bit back a sneer.
Of course she was here.
Mawata looked between him and Ayumi then a recognition flashed in her eyes. She looked hurt at first then angry then seemed to let out a scoff, leaning back against her chair.
Bakugo gritted his teeth looking away. Mawata had no right to be upset with him, especially not after what she did. Especially not after it being him and Ayumi who saved her life.
"I was scared of him growing up." Ayumi's response made Bakugo tense. Her skin paled more and her eyes fell to her lap.
He remembered everything that she told him that night, knowing she had a distant relationship with her dad. But seeing this, how nervous she felt to speak, the fucking fear that Ayumi had been in earlier --
Ayumi began to speak. Began to explain what was the cause of her fear of her father growing up, before they stopped interacting in general.
The more she said, the more Bakugo felt rooted to his chair. A mixture of heavy emotions roiled inside, a sensation he has never felt before. Especially not for another person.
But it was there. Crushing anger, empathetic pain, and a need to have Ayumi in his arms. To stop the trembling in her voice lilting some words. To let her know he didn't think any less of her.
For the remainder of the session, Bakugo couldn't even glance towards Reki's side. He knew if he looked at that man after what Ayumi testified, after what Ren said, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
When Mawata went up, Bakugo didn't even listen, zoned out with his gaze on Ayumi. She couldn't see him from her position but she kept glancing like she felt his stare.
The Judge called a recess. Bakugo let other people file out first, staying seated, elbows on his legs as he leaned forward. Ayumi talked with Ren and the lawyer, both still sitting. Both nodded to her, and she packed her small purse she brought, stood up and smoothed her skirt and blazer.
Then her eyes went straight to him. It sent a strike into his heart, and Bakugo clenched a fist to avoid jumping the railing. Ayumi's lips quirked in a small smirk as if reading his mind. Then her eyes glanced to his side and the smirk fell.
Bakugo frowned and turned to see what made Ayumi frown--
"What the fuck do you want?" Bakugo growled, barely holding back his rage. Mawata didn't react outside of frowning more.
"Don't be so rude, Bakugo, we aren't strangers."
Bakugo fist felt hot. No, they weren't strangers. "That is precisely why I don't want to talk to a bitch like you."
This time, she did flinch. Just barely. But Bakugo didn't care, looking away from her, just the sight alone making his stomach feel unsettled. Ayumi was walking to him, glancing between the two of them, and Bakugo wanted to just be by her side. He moved to stand up, and Mawata interrupted him one last time.
"Are you.. are you dating my cousin? I thought you were against public relationships."
Ayumi was about to reach his die when her eyes widened, stopping mid-step. She heard that question, even being a few rows over.
Bakugo didn't have an answer prepared, never thought of it in advance. All he had known was that how he felt for Ayumi could never be compared to anything he had felt in the past. That he was changing, and he didn't hate that he was changing because of her being in his life.
So when Bakugo spoke, it wasn't something planned or well thought out. It was just the most natural thing to say, after the buildup of everything.
"I am hers. And I want people to know it."
Maybe it was his words. Maybe it was the way he said it, eyes so heavy on Ayumi. Maybe it was the confession infused in it.
But Bakugo's heart raced. Raced as Ayumi stared up at him, mouth slightly agape, a shine in her silver. He couldn't help but scoff a smirk at the flabbergasted expression, a smirk that bordered a smile, and walked over to her, forgetting Mawata completely.
He stopped before her, just a few inches of space between them. Not reaching forward and taking her into his hands was almost painful.
Bakugo lifted his hand, palm up. "Are you ready to go, Stars?"
She looked down at his hand, a black strand of wavy hair falling into her sight. For a split second, Bakugo wondered if she wouldn't take it.
But he knew she would. Just like he would take hers if they switched.
Ayumi lifted her small hand, nails painted a pastel pink. She placed it in his grasp, her touch just what he needs. He felt a swell of pride and something deeply warm in his chest, threading his fingers with hers.
It felt just...
Perfect.
Ayumi looked up, a soft smile on her peach lips, a gleam in her eyes.
"Let's go."
Notes:
:)
;)
I'm happy and I wrote this damn thing. Took some time but yasss they are official.Idk if it's just me but announcing "she is my girlfriend" or the like feels so awkward after they have been essentially like a couple. Sometimes more like "I am hers/his" feels more romantic and doesn't place a boundary on the relationship (imo when it comes to this stuff in books). And I think it fits both Ayumi and Bakugo perfectly here.
But lemme know what u think :)
IDK how many more chapters exactly but I do have a general plot idea that I want to accomplish. I know how it ends but details will change on the way there as to be expected. Hope you have been enjoying along with me! I apologize for the slow updates 😭 😭 I wanted to write more but life seems to have it out for me 🥹
But hey I am working on 3 ff now (a JK one too lmao), my own novel, school, work, and volunteering so I am a bit busy but thats good, right?
Ok enough yapping.
See u next time 😘
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