Tsuki shut her eyes as the wind kissed her face. Bakugo watched her stare at the sky; her face looked calm.
"Look at the moon," she whispered, looking up.
Bakugo admired her, "Does she feel a connection to the moon because of her curse? " he wondered, "she seems so drawn to it."
She smiled, looking at him, "It's like I can feel it." He made a gentle smile back, his face softening. His eyes trailed down her back to her lightly flowing hair.
His hand reached out and gently held some lower pieces, "Your hair is so long."
She slowed her pace to a stop and looked over her shoulder; the hairs he was holding slipped out of his grasp while she spun to face him, "I know." She smiled at him.
He looked at her with a gentle tilt of his head, "When are you going to cut it?"
Her eyes widened for a moment, "Cut it?"
He nodded, "You said hair holds memories, right?"
She laughed, "Yeah."
He looked up at the moon, "So cut it."
She laughed, shaking her head, "If I did then I'd be letting go of all the memories I've lived with this hair."
"Like your mom?"
She paused and looked over at him, "Yeah."
"And those kids."
Her expression stiffened, "Yeah."
"And the younger you," he continued, "it's not that cutting your hair is throwing them all away; it's more of you growing past that."
"You're saying that like I'm the same person I was back then," she offered.
"Mental change is important but physical change is important too; kinda like how people get tattoos or when they move cities. A refresh that can't be undone, but you can grow new hair with new people and new memories."
"Look at him being sincere and crap," she smiled, looking at him, "you're smarter than you look."
He laughed, with a shrug, "I don't know, I just can't shake the feeling that that's holding you back."
"Hmmm," she hummed, looking up at the sky, "I don't know, I have to think about it."
He exhaled out his mouth, his breath visible due to the coldness of the air, "I hate March."
Tsuki laughed, "I heard that hundreds of years ago temperatures used to correlate with the time of the year."
He nodded, "Because quirks weren't a thing, there weren't other external factors that adjusted the clouds or temperatures."
She smiled, looking at him, "You're so smart."
He scoffed, looking at her, "You're an idiot."
She walked closer to him, "Do you hate the cold?"
He looked at her and nodded, "Nothing I hate the rain more than the rain though."
She gasped, placing her hand on her chest, "I love the rain."
He shook his head with a lightly disgusted face, "You're insane. The rain is the worst. I hate how it affects my quirk."
"Ohhhh," she said with a nod, "That actually makes sense."
"Does the weather affect your curse?"
She nodded, "Well, kinda I guess. Not the weather, but full moons do."
He pouted his lip, intrigued, "What does it change?"
Her hands clenched into fists for a moment before she looked up at the moon again, "During full moons I don't need to injure myself to use my curse."
His eyes widened, "So you can blood bend anything with no repercussion?"
She nodded and sorrowfully shook her head, "Imagine if All for One had me under his control..." She looked up, genuinely sick to her stomach, "I have the power to kill so many people... can I really save anyone?"
"But you don't," she looked over at Bakugo as he continued, "the worst was laid out for you, yet you fought it. You're fighting a battle every day. Just getting up means you're strong. You are a hero."
She stared at him and smiled with a sniffle, "Yeah, I guess."
"If you start crying I'm gonna kick your ass," he threatened with a glare.
"Okay," she said, laughing and fighting back the lump in her throat, "it's just not many people tell me that, ya know? Secretly cursed by a mythological god thing."
He exhaled out his nose as he laughed; his hand affectionately rested on the top of her head, "I'll tell you that as many times as you need to."
She stopped walking and placed her face in her hands, "UGH—Gimme a second."
Bakugo rolled his eyes, "For someone who hates crying in front of people, you sure cry a lot."
She swatted at him with her eyes shut, "Shut up, Katsuki."
He laughed, grabbing her forearm and pulling her towards his chest. She stumbled into his arms; he held her upright while she gathered herself. She looked up at him, wrapped in his arms. He looked down at her and stared back.
"Don't get your tears all over my shirt, you moon lover."
She laughed, resting her forehead on his chest, "You have a nickname for everyone, huh."
"If that's what you want to call it, sure," he offered, resting his chin on her head, "a nickname, an accurate assessment, the first thing that comes to mind..."
"Okay, not too much," she said, stepping back; Bakugo's arms fell to his sides, "you're always so mean."
"Mean?" he said, shocked, "or the truth hurts?"
She laughed, looking at him, "both."
He shrugged, "It's not my fault."
"Silence is always an option."
"Die."
"Shutting up would make you more popular with the ladies."
His face went a shade of red, "WHAT THE HELL?" he eyed her, "ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME?"
She smiled and shook her head, "You don't wanna be popular with the ladies?"
He looked away from her face with a grunt; steam protruding off his head, "Shut up."
"No one's caught your eye yet?"
"Shut up."
"OOOOO is it me?"
He scoffed, "YOU WISH!"
She hurried in his trajectory of walking; he abruptly stopped and looked down at her.
"You're so cute, Katsuki."
"SHUUUUT UP!" he yelled.
"Whatever," Tsuki mumbled, while she smiled at him, batting her eyes. She lifted herself on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Bakugo made a noise as his torso leaned over.
His hands immediately went to her waist; his hands felt around her lower stomach, "She's so... small," he realized, his entire hand encompassing the entirety of her back. She kissed his cheek consecutively. Suddenly, the nerves in his body froze; for a moment, his hands twitched. He turned his head to look at her; his nose brushed against hers, "Get offa me." Immediately, her arms loosened from his neck and she landed on her feet, still standing in front of him; Bakugo's heart was beating so fast he wondered if Tsuki's quirk would send her a signal that he needed medical assistance.
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Authors note: I don't know if I hate this.
