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甘い || sweet

TEARS OF THE DENSE CLOUDS PITTER-PATTERED ON THE ROOF. Its essence created a dull yet wistful aura that kept everyone indoors.

Scarlet irises curved by every word on the textbook, the soothing sound of rain accompanying his study session.

[name] peacefully typed on her laptop as she assesses files-relevant to this mission or otherwise.

Stretching her stiff back, she glanced at Bakugo who appears utterly focused.

He welcomed [name] with such a grim ambiance. She didn't know what happened, but the bad mood he usually gives off is different. Perhaps something happened during their class.

Lightly sighing, [name] turned away to head downstairs.

After a few minutes, she came back with a few snacks snagged in her grasp. Throwing one to Bakugo, he caught it with ease-not even looking at it for the briefest second.

The dawn-lit pavement was blue as the moon. Whispers of the moonbeam kissed her skin as she looks up at the sky from the balcony glass door.

"Idiot." the blond from the back mumbled randomly while chomping the top of the cinnamon bar.

"Stop calling me idiot, idiot." she retorted. Standing up from her sitting position, she tried to go past Bakugo while putting her cold hand that was cold as ice on his nape to annoy him all the more.

Fast reflex materialized from Bakugo, pulling down [name].

We go down together.

[name] didn't want to lose in any way, so she pulled him down with her as they descended on the wooden floor.

She cursed inwards when he perfectly landed on top of her, their lips barely an inch away from each other.

Their eyes spoke something neither could hear, but they're undoubtedly saying something.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Her body was effortlessly shoved under the bed by him, rolling until she hits something hard to stop her momentum.

OUCH-

"Bakubro, Present Mic said we're partners for the project. I'll leave the essay part to you while I take over on the elements." Kirishima waved off.

"...Come out," Bakugo ordered lowly after Kirishima left.

[name] rolled back from under the bed slowly and lazily. She didn't even bother standing up.

Another sigh passed her lips as she stares at Bakugo who sat on the floor, looking down at a reading material. She reached to where she sat earlier, hugging the All Might themed teddy bear she borrowed from Midoriya because it was really soft.

His locks were disheveled, dangling and tickling his face every once in a while whenever he makes the slightest movement. There's also a light tint of pink on his ears; indistinct, but it's there.

She's confused about what she feels about Bakugo. Everything's so casual; one moment they're so intimate, then after a second, it's like it never existed.

However, she supposes it's normal. They've known each other for not that long.

To her, he looked rather calm in this atmosphere. His face is chiseled.

He took her stares rather well, not paying mind to her stares that lingered and trailed his very face.

"You know, I've never been to a real school before-not even had classmates." she randomly stated.

Without removing his view of the book, he asked, "Why?"

"I was homeschooled. Kinda boring."

"At least you got to do actual hero stuff," he said lowly, hidden meaning behind his tone. Jealousy, maybe?

"I guess..."

"What does ACE even stand for?" For once, he glimpsed at her.

"It's actually my hero name. We decided to use it since no outsider knows my hero name anyway."

That's it. She's hidden. After this, she'll hide underground like the type of life she chose.

And then what?

Sheer determination by herself isn't enough to hoist herself to work in the open. Well, it's not like she hated being underground until now.

Sometimes, she's grateful that bad luck lets her stay in this house.

CRASH!

A sound from the other side of the door stole their attention. [name] stood up to check it out.

"There's no one," she told Bakugo while locking the door shut.

Changing her mind, she opened the door again. "I'm gonna eat. Bye," she said as she exits the door.

Losing her balance from thin air, she staggered.

What was that?

Anyway, she proceeded to head over to the fridge, devious as a thief sneaking.

Crouching somewhere she can easily see an escape route from, she engulfed all the scraps from the chiffon cake that Sato had baked earlier.

The whipped cream was on the sides of her mouth, but she couldn't care less.

Hopefully, she doesn't get diabetes.

Anything but diabetes, please.