Symbiote (MHA x F!READER)

"Oh, guys, there you are!" Mina's voice was light, breezing through the tension as she rushed over to the trio sitting on the bench by the Subway Station. "Sorry! We got a bit lost—" She stopped mid-sentence, eyes flicking between the group. "Huh, guys, what's going on?"

Mina's excited greeting snapped (Y/N) out of her thoughts, but it was as if she couldn't quite switch gears. She forced a smile, but it was tight, fake—her usual mask, one she wore when she didn't want anyone to see the cracks.

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering where were you guys... now, uh, can we go for some clothes?" (Y/N) said quickly, trying to sound casual as she waved them off.

Mina, oblivious to the shift, grabbed her wrist, leading her into the store, but (Y/N) didn't feel present. The constant rush of noise, the chatter, the sound of footsteps—it was all too much. She walked mechanically, her thoughts still far from this moment.

"Why are you guys so quiet?" Denki asked, his usual cheer replaced by a soft curiosity.

"None of your fucking business," Bakugou muttered, his eyes sharp as they followed her. She was distant—too distant.

Kirishima wasn't buying it either. He couldn't shake the tension in the air, the feeling that something was just... off.

As they entered the store, (Y/N) immediately felt the overwhelming pressure to keep up appearances. Mina, completely unaware of the inner turmoil swirling inside her friend, beamed at her. "Hey, you got this, right?" she asked, holding up some lacey bras.

"None of you fucking business Pikachu," Bakugou groaned with his gaze completely fixated in the laughing girl in front of him, 'How the fuck can she turn off her emotions as easy as that?'

"None of your fucking business," Bakugou muttered, his eyes sharp as they followed her. She was distant—too distant.

Kirishima wasn't buying it either. He couldn't shake the tension in the air, the feeling that something was just... off.

As they entered the store, (Y/N) immediately felt the overwhelming pressure to keep up appearances. Mina, completely unaware of the inner turmoil swirling inside her friend, beamed at her. "Hey, you got this, right?" she asked, holding up some lacey bras.

But (Y/N) wasn't focused on that. Instead, her eyes were scanning the room, unable to concentrate on anything. A part of her wanted to leave, to just walk out and disappear, but she stayed. It was easier to stay than face the discomfort of her emotions.

"Hey you —come out right now—"

(Shit.)

It was Bakugou, his voice loud and unmistakable, barging in with his usual explosive energy. She didn't even blink as the familiar crackheads trailed behind him. They didn't even see the tension in the room; they just stared at her, an awkward silence hanging over them.

"Didn't know you wanted some of these." (Y/N) couldn't resist, her voice sharp as she held up a black bralette, a smirk playing at her lips, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Bakugou's face turned crimson, and she enjoyed watching him squirm—just a little. But that was all. She could feel the weight of the moment dragging her down, and for a split second, she wanted to disappear.

"I think that's more your style," she said quickly, lifting a red lace bra in front of his chest. Her voice was sharper now, colder—nothing playful about it anymore. "Romantic red lace, don't you think? Perfect for someone who loves to act like a fucking firecracker but can't handle a little teasing."