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The Road Not Taken

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Authors: Mod K and Mod A

Rating: NC-17 (hopefully tumblr doesn’t block this).

Word Count: 52,886 words. (Yeah, this is a book. Take your time with it. Sorry it’s so long, we couldn’t decide on a place to cut it.)

Notes: Well, the monster that we’ve been working on since… like March is finally complete.We’d had this idea for a few years now. We had wanted to write a what-if fic, imagining what could have possibly happened had Ken chosen not to go to the anteiku raid at the end of the first manga. We played with the idea even more during Ken’s monologue in chapter 144, where he mentioned that he wondered what would have happened had he chosen to go with Touka and Yomo, instead. We were also somewhat inspired by @ladywongs’s Goodnight, Sleepyhead, and wanted to try our hand at writing a long one-shot.And then, this beast was born.Let us know if you enjoyed it! Leave a comment, like, and reblog if you can, though we know the fandom has been more or less dead since the end of the series. Enjoy! (Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence).

Summary: (In which, Ken chooses to stay during the anteiku raid – and that makes all of the difference.)

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“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.”

- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken.

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Life was a peculiar, merciless beast.

One moment, you’re a freshman – all bright-eyed and anxious about your first day at university. You hope to meet new friends; or to graduate. Maybe you’ll find a good job or a girlfriend, like you’ve always wanted. Someone who would talk to you about Takatsuki Sen – or Osamu Dazai, who would want to put together the strange, jagged, and uneven pieces of the puzzle that you were. You would leave less like the pathetic loser than when you first entered.

And yet, Ken’s life had gone in an unexpected and chaotic direction. He’s 19 now, looking like hell, while consoling his crying “would be murderer who had become a trusted comrade who actually cares about him at this point, as well as an upperclassman who nearly ate his best friend. Entering University had in fact led to multiple changes in is life, though none of them had been good. He’s even inclined to agree that it had also treated the men before him rather unkindly - with the exception of Tsukiyama-san, he thinks it makes sense why they all dropped out.

It’s not a surprise when he sees the news – the 20th ward was going on lockdown. The doves had found a ghoul den. Life was merciless, after all. Nor is it a surprise when he finds himself standing on that rooftop – contemplating his next move, either.

Stay – or – go?

“It’s fucked up, but that’s how it’s like on this bitch of an Earth,” Nishiki comments over Shuu’s soft sobbing. His heart went out for the guy, it really did, nearly eating his girlfriend aside. “But he has a point, if you want to go into that raid at this point, it’s suicide.”

Nishiki’s eyes study him for a moment. “Unless that is what you want, then go for it. But you should know I think you’re an idiot for even trying.”

Ken looks down at his hands, the anger within him building. He had felt this anger often – at the unfairness of it all – at being weak. He couldn’t protect anything. Nor could he choose. Everything that he touched turned to ash within his very fingertips. Though, this anger is different. It’s deeper – a starker anger that even his body couldn’t seem to contain. It’s not just limited to himself anymore, he was angry at Rize, his mother, his horrible aunt and her family — angry at this whole fucking world.

– Stay – or – Go?

The list could go on and on but it wouldn’t take the blame off of his own complicity in the bad decisions he’s made.

“Then what do you suggest I do?” Ken asks, at this point he wasn’t even there was anything he could do. The sadness was inescapable, would death even solve it? A death – a stylish one?

Fuck it. Fuck everything.

He wanted to go – he had to try, at least, didn’t he? Even if he wound up dying with the rest of them. It’d be quite a way to die, with his friends at his back. At least then he’d be dying for something. His life would mean something as long as he did that. It was the least that he owed to the staff at anteiku, who had taken him in and showed him a new way of life when he had been at his lowest –

Stay – or – go –?

“You don’t have to sacrifice yourself — you shouldn’t have to do that, just to go out in style. Does it matter when you really want to live?”

The voice sounded more like Hide than he wants to admit, his thoughts scurrying to his best friend. Granted they’ve never spoke about this so candidly, but it would be nice if Hide were here right now. He would know what to do, wouldn’t he? He was good with plans – with decisions. Choices. What would he do? Or…

Then don’t come back!

You’re a coward, you only care about yourself.

He clenches his fists. Touka. She was always so decisive, too. She would have an answer – wouldn’t she? Is that what you want? To throw yourself into this endless bullshit?

Maybe that’s exactly what he wanted.

Acting like some shitty tragic hero with that grim look! You’re an eyesore! You can’t even protect yourself, what makes you think you can protect others?!

She was right. She was always right and yet he can still remember making her cry and turn away from him. Would she even want to see him? What would she do? She’d probably go and fight – wouldn’t she? Though, she had told him to live. Fighting would end in death, wouldn’t it? A stylish death – but a death nonetheless. You’re an idiot, he can hear her voice now – so clearly. Are you really couldn’t to throw your life away?

He didn’t know.

“We can run,” Nishiki pipes up, as though sensing his hesitancy. “I’m pretty sure Yomo and Touka are doing the same.” Yomo and Touka? They were safe, then. Somehow, that was a relief. Somewhat.

They listen to Shuu quiet, his pale hands reaching for the can of coffee. Crying was exhausting, he was getting dirt on his expensive clothes. Ken frowns again, that’s how many friends he’s made cry?

“And then?” Ken asks. His mind was already churning, formulating some kind of solution that would keep everyone safe.

“M-My home,” Shuu gasps, wiping at his face. “It’s just my father and I, there’s more than enough room.” Of course he was only speaking to Kaneki.

And maybe little Hinami.

Ken’s expression was unreadable.

Stay – or – go? Stay – or – go? Stay – or – go? Stay – or – go? Stay – or – go?

His eyes squeeze shut, hands balling into fists as he tries desperately to think. He wanted to go – he wanted to go so badly – but – He isn’t convinced yet, he — has to make amends. He had decided to return to anteiku, but there wouldn’t be an anteiku soon, would there? Still – some of the people who had made anteiku into a home for him were still alive, weren’t they?

That’s a good choice, man, Hide’s voice whispers, urging him on. You don’t have to die. Your friends would want you to live.

“Let’s decide as a group then,” he prefers to not think about it, watching the entrance to the 20th get blockaded, it’s difficult to see this but he knew that it was a weight far too heavy for him to carry. And – there were people still waiting for him – weren’t they? I don’t want to leave them behind, he thinks to himself. Not even if I’m not worthy – and even if i’m selfish and indecisive – I shouldn’t… leave them behind.

Nishiki sits up, smirking as he crumpled up the coffee can. Even Shuu’s interest is a piqued.

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“Oi Angel Face you paying attention?” Huh….blinking quickly I look back at Bakugo’s twisted scowl. I guess I zoned out while working on homework. Since our first year I’ve gotten a little better about studying and even earned a higher ranking in the class. But for some reason I’m having a hard time today.

“Oh sorry Bakugo….guess I zoned out.” Rubbing the back of my neck nervously I glance down at the worksheet we’ve been partnered for. It’s pretty basic but I’ve never really been that great with math. A hand reaches out and thumped my forehead gently.

“Whatever. I’m almost done with it anyways.” Anyone else would think he’s pissed about me not helping as much but I know better. If anything he’s been distracted too since we’ve been camped out on the couch together for most of the morning. “Do you have plans tonight?”

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AN: Here is the second half to my two-shot fic. This chapter contains smut so I will be putting in a read more line. Hope you all enjoy it! Oh and this chapter is in Uraraka’s POV

Part 1

It’s been a few days since the dreaded movie night. Honestly everything was going fine until I decided to spill a little of my inner turmoil to the one person who caused it. It felt good to get it off of my chest but I wasn’t expecting that sort of reaction from Bakugo at all. Maybe a snarky comment or even for him to completely ignore it, not kiss my freaking forehead.

Smacking my hand against the hard canvas of the punching bag, a groan of frustration rips from my throat. Not that I can hear it though since music blares through my headphones. I haven’t been sleeping or thinking straight ever since that night. All I could think about was how I wanted him to move those lips lower. They were so soft and so warm against my skin, I can only imagine how they would feel against mine. During class it’s been worse. I’ve been spacing off with the same thought on constant loop ‘I want something more’ while staring at the heart of my problem. Deku didn’t fail to miss it either, making lunch even more interesting than normal. But what the most frustrating part is that my thoughts seem to amplify while I’m training. No matter how loud my music is or how hard I push myself, the explosive blonde is all I can focus on.

Throwing a few more punches at the heavy bag, I feel my chest tighten as I bend to a crouch and take deep breaths. Thankfully the gym is empty tonight, all my classmates decided to go out for Halloween, because if someone were to see me like this they’d make me leave. I guess that’s another reason why I find myself so head over heels for Bakugo. He’s treated me as an equal after I proved to him during our first year that I have what it takes to be a hero. He’s always pushes me to be better, he doesn’t let me get inside my head too much. If only he knew that he was the whole reason why I’ve been stuck there for days.

Something nudges me and I turn on my heels, heart beating frantically as I jump from my position with a balled fist ready. Instantly my attack is caught in a large, rough hand and crimson eyes narrow in on me. My heart stops for just a moment, he was supposed to be with his friends tonight. So why is he here? Ripping out an earbud with my free hand, I gather my lost breath quickly.

“Wha…what are you doing here Bakugo?” At first I’m stunned that he’s here in general. It’s Tuesday, which means he has internship paperwork to finish. We aren’t supposed to train together until tomorrow. Even though I was going to make some lame excuse to get out of it so my mind could try and calm itself.

“Tch. I think I’m a little old to be trick-or-treatin. What are you doing here Pink Cheeks?” My brow hikes up at the nickname, the only one that really ticks me off. It’s also the only one he uses while we train because Bakugo knows it lights a fire in me. Scanning him one more time I notice that he’s dressed in a tight tank and low hanging gym shorts, too low for my health. I also look over and see he’s thrown a bag beside mine.

“Well I figured I’d take the opportunity to have the gym to myself.” His hand squeezes mine before releasing it with a little force. Bakugo rolls his shoulders and starts to crack his knuckles. Which could only mean one thing….

“More like blowin off some steam. Come on then.” Screw it. Who knows maybe this will give me some clarity after the other night. Tossing my phone to the side and stripping off my jacket, we move away from the equipment to the sparring area. As we walk I can feel his eyes running up and down my body, taking in every inch of skin that my sports bra and yoga shorts have left uncovered. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before but this time there’s something different in the air around us.

Taking our spots, a devilish grin washes over his face. Not good.

“Let’s make this interesting.” The way his eyes run up and down my body sends a shiver through me and my cheeks feel hotter. I feel like I could melt underneath that look, it’s so intense and the fire burning in his eyes ignites something in me. Excitement maybe. Wiggling my brows for him to continue, the grin turns into a full blown smirk as he licks his bottom lip.

“We will go three rounds, the loser of each round takes off an article of clothing.” ….WHAT? My mind screams as I lose the ability to breathe. In the years we’ve been training together I’ve only ever won 3 matches and one was because Bakugo was sick with the flu, even though he denied it. This was a terrible idea. An absolutely freaking terrible idea….but why did it make me want to fight even more….

“Guess I’ll actually have to give it my all.” Smirking, I crack my knuckles as well and roll my wrists.

“You sayin you normally don’t, cheeks?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I stand ready to go and the smirk completely disappears from his face. Instead it’s replaced with a mask of complete seriousness. A look that only adds to the intimidating persona of Ground Zero. No wonder he already has a group of fangirls begging for dates.

Not waiting for him to make the opening move I close the distance between us and throw a left hook at him, which he easily blocks and counters with a right jab. Jumping back in time to miss the hit I don’t have time to think as another punch comes my way. By no means is he going easy on me but I also know he’s pulling his punches. The last time we seriously fought in a sparring match Recovery Girl and Aizawa-sensei told us to deal with our injuries. Ever since then we’ve gone easy. But tonight I’m not, I’m frustrated.

Kicking my right leg out, I make contact with his side. It’s not enough to stun him since his hand wraps around my ankle and with a rough jerk I’m pulled flush against him. Bakugo knocks himself back and I hover over him, arm resting against his throat. Not a win yet.

“You ain’t holdin back are ya Pink Cheeks.” There’s a humoured tone in his voice as he just lays under me. Our breathing both uneven and I suddenly become hyper aware of our position. My thighs straddle his, the fabric of his shorts rubbing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. And I swear I can feel something, something semi hard, pressing against my core. I wonder….No Ochako, don’t even go there….too late. Sliding my arm from his neck down his chest to stop at the hem of his tank, I tug at it gently.

“I win.” My voice has no confidence. But honestly I can’t think function as I sit back on my heels still hovering over Bakugo. Those crimson eyes studying me again and I hope he can’t hear my heart beating inside my chest, it feels like someone has replaced it with a jackhammer. Hands move up my bare legs before smacking against the back of my thighs just below my ass, they feel so rough and warm causing my skin to tingle. Pressing my lips tightly to keep a soft moan from slipping out as I move off of his lap. Instantly missing the contact.

“It’ll be the last time too.” There’s no bite to his bark, the tank gets removed and thrown across the room. Biting my lip as I take in the sight before me. No matter how many times I see Bakugo shirtless I can’t help but stare like an idiot. Years worth of toned muscle ripple under the skin with each movement, perfectly defined washboard abs move with each breath. I want to run my hands over them, rake my nails across them and see if it makes him squirm.

What in the world is wrong with me?

“Like whatcha see?” Of course he would catch me staring. Instead of replying I move to make the first strike, but this time he grabs ahold of my wrist and twists me. My arm pinned behind my back that’s flush against the bare skin. Heat radiating off like he’s a personal space heater. I feel his head drop to rest his lips against the shell of my ear, my body reacts on its own letting my head tilt to allow Bakugo more access.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Bakugo’s other hand comes up to secure my left hand. With a sharp twist, Bakugo manhandles both of my arms behind my back and holds them with just one of his own. The free hand moves across the skin of my stomach skimming across the waistband of my shorts, jolts rush through my body as I find myself leaning into his touch. For the first time the line I’ve been so dangerously walking vanishes. The way he’s touching me makes me wonder if it’s the same for him.

“So what if I have?”

“Why?” He growls in my ear. He’s not going to get an answer out of me that easily. Stomping my foot down on his, his hold wavers for a moment. He won that round and there’s no way in hell I’m taking my bra off. Might as well make the most of this, good thing I decided to wear my cheeksters today instead of something a little more scandalous.

Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I lock eyes with the man above me and inch the short shorts slowly. His eyes take in every single move my hips make as I shimmy them down. Bakugo swallows roughly as his adam’s apple bobs as the piece of clothing drops to the ground. Stepping out slowly, I twist so he can get a good view of my backside and then toss my shorts to the side. Twisting back I freeze as soon as I lock eyes with him again. The expression on his face is one that I can compare to a predator observing its prey.

“Does it have something to do with the other night?” Bakugo’s voice seems to have dropped an octave as he moves closer to me. The air around me seems hotter as I find myself moving closer as well. In a matter of ten minutes he’s pieced together what’s been eating at me for days, no….what’s been on my mind for months. There’s no turning back now.

“Yes.” My gaze shifts down the floor as my stomach does back flips. My pulse quickens as a i watch his hand reach out for me to rub up my sides, creating a trail of fire on my skin. The breath I take hitches as his fingers move to cup my chin, forcing me to look into those fire red orbs. If looks could kill, actually no….This look wouldn’t kill me, more like it makes my knees weak and a spark lighting in my lower stomach. I can’t help but let my eyes gaze down to his lips, I barely felt them the other night but they were so soft. A contradiction of everything Bakugo is.

“Tell me why.” Of course he would demand me to do the one thing I really never wanted to do. And it’s not like I can seriously deny him either. Because here we are, on freaking Halloween, sparring and half naked. Top that off with raging hormones, well on my part anyways I’m not entirely sure about him, and you have yourself the textbook definition of tension. A tension that’s been hanging around us for so long that I’m surprised it hasn’t been brought up before. Sucking in a shallow breath I close my eyes for just a moment to try and calm my racing heart. Bakugo waits semi-patiently simply because he knows that he always gets what he wants when it comes to me. There’s no way I can ever tell him no.

“Because you’re the only thing I’ve been able to think about. You’re driving me crazy because I fucking love you and I know there’s no way in hell you’d ever feel the same.” The words leave my throat louder than I want but it feels like a weight has been lifted, for a moment. Bakugo’s grip on my chin tightens and a low growl vibrates in chest.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

His lips smash against mine with such force that I find myself having to take a step back. My brain shuts off as I stand there wide eyed and drowning in the fog that’s clouding my mind. I barely register a curious hand that’s moving to snake around my waist while the one that held my chin moves to cup my cheek. He steps closer and brushes against my hip, like flipping on a switch I find myself returning the kiss. Letting my hands move to dive into his blonde hair to pull him closer. I’ve never felt this hot before. Fire courses through my veins as Bakugo prods my mouth open with his tongue.

We battle for dominance but of course Bakugo would win, he always will. Stepping back from the force again, I find myself being lifted up. My legs react on their own and wrap tightly around his waist, my body shutters as his hard on presses against my clothed core. God even through clothing I can tell how big he is, it only makes me want more. My back hits against the padded wall and we break apart, panting for breath. Half lidded eyes stare down at me and I know that I’m no better off than he is. I need more….so much more.

“Ah!” I squeak as teeth nip at the soft skin of my neck. Waves of pleasure coursing through my veins as I buck my hips into his, nails raking down from his hair to his shoulder blades. Bakugo lets out a broken groan that only makes me want to claw at him again. Digging my nails into the skin, encouraging him to move closer to press himself completely against me. My mind goes blank as he pressed against my clit, I’m going to explode. Grinding my hips into his to add more pressure to that spot, he clamps down onto my thighs with his strong grip stopping me.

“Do you realize…how fucking long I’ve wanted this Angel Face?” He reiterated his statement by grinding into me while biting down sharply on my shoulder. Throwing my head back against the wall I let out a loud moan, louder than I’ve ever done. “Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted you?”

Bakugo’s lips trail hot open mouth kisses up my neck until he stops to hover over my ear, I can’t seem to find my voice and all I can muster is a shake of my head.

“Fucking years.” With that confession, he reclaims my lips in a heated battle. So he’s wanted this longer than I have. I guess I should’ve saved us both some trouble and just said something sooner.

Something brushes against my clit again and I throw my head back again, the pressure increases. Cracking my eyes open I look down to see one of Bakugo’s hands fumbling to get rid of the article, but frustration takes over as I watch him rip the fabric from my body. I should be mad, but I’ve never been more turned on in my life. My hands drop down to attempt to move his shorts, failing miserably. This earns me a deep chuckle as his free hand shoves them down for me.

My heart jumps in my throat, saliva fills my mouth and eyes widen as I finally get to see him. I need him inside of me, now.

Looking back up to him with half lidded eyes, full of pure need and want. His crimson orbs have darkened to a scarlet with the same burning desire as mine. Grinding my bare opening against his causes a hiss to leave both of our mouths. I thought I was on fire before, this feeling is white hot and makes me crave more. Bakugo drops his forehead against mine and looks me dead in the eye.

“There’s no going back after this Angel.” I’d never want to anyways. Pushing myself down on him slightly, I return the gaze tenfold.

“Fine by me.”

With those words, he thrusts inside of me. A strangled groan tears through my chest. It’s not the worst pain I’ve ever felt, especially since Bakugo is my sparring partner, it’s surprisingly tolerable. Bakugo stops once he’s completely buried to the hilt, head resting in the crook of my shoulder. His body stiffens, almost as if he’s fighting to keep calm, as he lets me get used to the new feeling. I feel him nip at my pulse as he nuzzles further into my shoulder. Fingers dig into the skin of my thighs as I wiggle in his hold, he ends up deeper inside me and I find myself trying to move more. We fit together so well, digging my heels into his lower back I urge him to move.

Bakugo happily obliges and pulls out of me slowly before filling me roughly. It’s intense, the stretching, the pure pleasure that I’ve never felt before. I want, no I need more. Nails dig into his skin, desperately begging for more. With one final kiss on the neck, Bakugo brings his face out of my shoulder to look at me. My eyes half lidded and fogged over as I try to handle the sensations running through my body. His expression makes something deep in my stomach clench.

Bakugo’s eyes are darkened and glazed over, mouth slightly open as he takes in shallow breaths. But what really makes me squirm is that he seems relaxed, like nothing else in the world matters compared to this. To me.

Our hips move in a fast ragged pace, both too desperate for this for each other to care about taking our time. Hopefully we will have plenty of time for that later. I pull his head forward and crash my lips onto his, using my tongue to pry them open. It’s the only dominance I have in the situation and I’ll use it to my advantage. My body feels like it’s being burned from the inside by a white hot fire. Spasms of pleasure running up my spine make me gasp, breaking our kiss unwillingly.

“Fuck Ochako.” The way he says my name proves that I’m done for. I tighten around him as he continues to thrust. My mind going blank as my head drops back against the wall. Lungs gasping for air as I close my eyes completely.

“Katsuki….” I find myself coming around him, hard. My body feels like it’s floating and I haven’t even used my quirk. With a few more thrusts I feel him come inside of me, his grip is almost at bruising strength as he holds me close. We stay like this for a few moments before my mind starts to clear to assess the situation.

Bakugo and I just had sex against the gym wall, nitroglycerin soaked hands are holding onto me tight, and I confessed my feelings. Which he admitted to wanting this for years, but what is this?

I whimper as he pulls out, a trail of something moist runs down my thigh as I unravel my legs from his waist. Shakily I manage to stand on my own as I’m left alone, Bakugo moving away to god knows where. Cracking my eyes open just enough to see that he’s moved to grab his gym bag.

Weakly I find myself trying to shimmy back into my shorts but a strong hand stops me. Looking up through my disheveled hair I notice Bakugo offering me a towel, smiling as I take it to clean myself a little. More worried about wiping the dangerous explosive material from my legs.

Nothing else is said as I manage to redress myself and collect my shredded panties. For some reason my heart feels heavy. Why did I think that everything would be solved just because we had sex? Life isn’t that simple. We should’ve actually talked before jumping on each other. Even though I’d do anything to do it again.

“Hey, look at me.” Of course he would be able to tell that I’m mentally beating myself up. Obeying his request my stomach drops as he looks over me worriedly. A warm hand cradles my cheeks as his thumb strokes over the flushed skin.

“I’m not good at this Angel Face. Ya know feelings and shit, but you know as well as everyone else I only tell the truth.” A quality that makes me love him even more. It’s true though, Bakugo never says or admits anything that he doesn’t find to be completely true. My earlier feelings of doubt vanish as I try to hold back my smile.

“So yeah, when I said there was no going back I meant it. You’re my girl. And there’s no way in hell I’ll let you go.” He grins down at me before placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. Every worry I had the other night in the elevator disappears with a simple sentence. I can’t help but smile like a child in a candy store as I fling myself to him, wrapping my arms around his large torso. At first he doesn’t return the embrace but eventually those strong arms wrap around me as his head drops into my hair.

Letting my eyes close softly I take in a deep breath and my entire body relaxes more than I ever thought it could. If I could I would stay like this as long as possible. But not knowing how late it is and knowing my friends, they’ll start coming back soon from their night of escapades. Loosening my grip around his chest I look up into those red eyes, softening my smile. Bakugo’s face mirrors mine and melts my heart.

“Stay with me tonight.” Not quite demanding, more like a request. One that I would never deny or pass up in my life.

“Okay. But first we both need a shower, I feel gross.” And not just from working out for most of the afternoon either. From the wiggle in his brows I can tell that he picked up on the double meaning. Breaking away I grab at his hand to lead him towards the door, slinging my bag over my shoulder as we go. As we make our way through the door Bakugo wraps me into his side and bends down to whisper something to me.

“See ya in 20. Love you Angel Face.” Soft lips press against the squishiest part of my cheek just before he walks towards the male showers. For a moment I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think. If there was any remaining doubt in my being it vanishes as I watch him disappear into the bathroom. My cheeks ache from smiling so much but I can’t help it. Now I know that Bakugo won’t be leaving me in the dust come graduation. I’ll be there by his side and him by mine as we face the dangerous and exhausting task of becoming Pro Heroes. That’s the something more I’ve always wanted.

Thank you to @ss-tyytyy and @kairi-chan for beta reading this for me! You two are the best ever 💕

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