Amaya was awoken to shrieks and begrudgingly opened her eyes to see Midoriya wrapped in familiar scarves.

"A-Aizawa!"

Aizawa sighed before letting the poor boy go, he hurriedly came over grabbing Amaya and plopping her on her own bed.

"Either you stay on this bed by yourself for the rest of the night or I take you home," Aizawa tiredly threatened, glaring over at the trembling green-haired teen.

Amaya looked at her guardian in confusion and Aizawa only groaned in response.

"Stupid, hormonal boys…" he muttered, only baffling Amaya further.

"That's it, you're coming home with me young lady, the doctors said you were good enough to move and I feel better knowing you'll be back under my roof," Aizawa explained, gathering Amaya's things.

Amaya scrambled to get up, wanting to know why Aizawa seemed so upset and in a rush, but one glance at Midoriya had her pausing. This sweet cinnamon-roll was mouthing at her to just go along with it, no questions asked. She felt slightly annoyed at being kept out of the loop, but she also didn't want to see Midoriya flailing around again when he should be resting.

So, packing up her things she was only allowed a rushed goodbye before walking back to Aizawa's car.

"I'm sorry kid. I trust you, and I even trust that squirt, but I just feel more secure knowing you're protected at home. I'm sorry if I rushed you and acted overprotective… I just worry for you," Aizawa apologized, seeming to have come to his senses during the drive.

While Amaya was still not happy with how he did things, she could see he was coming from a place of care. Plus, she did miss him and Mochi even if it was only two days.

While she mourned her time being cut short with Midoriya she knew she'd see him again in just two days.

"I forgive you; you were acting slightly insane, but I understand your concern. Thank you for caring about me," Amaya responded.

Aizawa nodded, affectionately rubbing her head, feeling so much better at being able to not only see but also feel his pseudo daughter back in his hands. He had worried non-stop for her and knowing she was safe under his house made him feel incredible.

"So Shinso couldn't come then?" Amaya questioned wondering when she'd see her friend again.

Aizawa tried not to groan but failed, responding in a not so happy tone.

"I gave him some home workouts to follow. He doesn't necessarily know you were in the Hero Killed incident, but he does know you were hurt. He was going to call you, but I told him he could see you tomorrow," Aizawa admitted, not looking pleased with himself.

Amaya giggled at that, at least her caretaker wasn't too overprotective. She was glad Shinso was coming, it'd be the first time she's ever had people in her home.

As she walked out and stepped into her home she suddenly frowned. Was she supposed to take Shinso to her room? Her room was pretty empty, only having the bare necessities with some books Aizawa had given her. What were they going to do? Would he be bored of her?

As she felt herself running into a tizzy a sudden ping noise diverted her attention.

Shinso 9:29PM:

Heyyy. I heard you're hurt. WTH? I thought I told you I was supposed to be the one to do that.

What did 'WTH' even mean?

Sighing, Amaya responded, hoping he wouldn't ask how she was hurt because she wasn't really allowed to speak about the Stain incident. Her name along with the other boys names' was kept out of the public for a reason.

She also didn't want to get Aizawa in even more trouble, so she just crossed her fingers and began typing.

Amaya 9:31PM:

Hi. What does WTH mean? Also, yes, I am wounded but I am fine. You're coming over tomorrow?

Shinso 9:33PM:

It means what the hell. As in what the hell did you do to get so hurt you can't train with me. Don't think I'll let you gloss over this.

Damn Shinso and his concern. She bit her lip as she settled down on her bed, Mochi coming up to cuddle with her. She started typing again, softly running her fingers through the fluffy cat's fur.

Amaya 9:36PM:

Well, I might have gotten into a nasty alleyway fight on my way home and had to have a few stitches. But I'm recovering. So, what time tomorrow?

Shinso 9:35PM:

Kitten. Do you think I'm stupid? I know you were probably one of the unnamed students who fought against that psycho hero killer. Now tell me what really happened.

Amaya gasped out loud, a small blush overtaking her features as she looked over at Mochi who was staring up at her in surprise. Groaning she flopped onto her pillow, only feeling slightly guilty for jostling the fat cat.

Shinso was smart, he knew that Aizawa and her went patrolling that night. It did seem weird that the night Amaya went patrolling she suddenly got so hurt she couldn't train anymore.

If the situation had been switched, she would've come to the same conclusion.

Amaya 9:40PM:

You're not stupid. I know that. I'm sorry for lying but I didn't want you to worry and I'm actually really not supposed to let you know what happened. But I will. Tomorrow. I'd rather tell you in person. I'm sorry again for lying.

Shinso 9:41PM:

Don't apologize so much, you're forgiven. I'm glad you're okay now. Thank you for letting me know, I'll see you tomorrow at noon. Can't wait to hear this one. Goodnight kitten, sweet dreams.

Amaya 9:42PM:

I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight weirdo. Sweet dreams too.

Amaya let out a deep sigh, at least her friend wasn't mad at her. She did feel better knowing she was going to tell him what happened tomorrow.

As she looked at her messages again, she felt a weird sensation in her stomach. A warm fuzzy feeling as she reread Shinso's messages. He really did care for her.

He also liked to call her kitten now which made her feel confused. She felt very embarrassed whenever he did that, but she didn't really hate it. Not that she'd let him know that. He was just teasing her.

Shinso 9:47PM:

I hope you dream of me ;)

Boys were weird, and so very embarrassing. She smushed her face into her pillow to try and calm down the heat in her face. Why would he say something like that!

Amaya huffed, the warm sensation increasing, annoyed at herself that she was smiling.

Maybe she was sick.

As she got ready for bed she wondered when her life went from worrying about how tight the shackles would be on her limbs to trying to think of fun activities she could do with her friend.

It wasn't a bad change. It wasn't a bad change at all.

Waking up rather early that day, Amaya slowly got ready for Shinso to come over. She felt excitement drumming through her veins, but she was still wounded so she couldn't exactly move around all that much.

Yet Aizawa had told her that he had gotten Recovery Girl to take her in later in the day to make sure her injury was processing accordingly. That made her feel comforted knowing after a quick kiss she'd be feeling all better, as weird as that sounded.

Amaya hid a smile as she went to sit down with Aizawa at the breakfast table. As grumpy as he acted, Aizawa really did care for her. She made a note to herself to cook him breakfast once she was all better.

Aizawa's breakfasts weren't something to sneer at either though, and as she peacefully munched down on her omelet, she felt a serene aura in the air. Her father-figure was sleepily eating as well, reading the newspaper. It felt like a scene out of one of those American TV shows Amaya saw Aizawa watch sometimes.

"How you feeling kid?" Aizawa suddenly asked, voice groggy.

Amaya laughed quietly, "Been better, been worse, so I'm okay. You look worse than I do right now."

Aizawa rolled his eyes, muttering "smartass" but Amaya could see a tiny smile peak through.

Finishing breakfast, she went upstairs to shower and change into her most decent outfit. She really needed new clothes.

"Well, you got a date with hothead, you'll get them then."

Blushing, Amaya scowled to herself as she took off her pajamas.

"It's not a date, he felt sorry for me and is going to get me 'fashionable' clothes."

"Sure. Believe what you want."

Amaya ignored Yajū, opting to instead text Bakugo to see if tomorrow was still on.

Amaya 10:45AM:

Hi. This is Amaya. I was wondering if we were still on for tomorrow. Also, where to meet up because I just realized you never told me a location.

She figured he was probably interning still and hopped into the shower.

Fifteen minutes later she came out, black hair sticking all the way down her waist. Ears and tail flicking in irritation. As she slowly started drying her hair, she checked her phone to see had four unread messages.

Bakugo 10:50AM:

So you do know how to use a fucking phone.

Bakugo 10:52AM:

Hey dumbass don't you dare ignore me now, especially not after you didn't text me once I gave you my number.

Bakugo 10:56AM:

Fucking extra, you better be busy right now. Yea we're still on for tomorrow. 12:30. Meet me at the train station we went for our internships. Don't be late.

Amaya felt a bit guilty and quickly responded to the blond-haired boy first.

Amaya 11:02AM:

I'm sorry I didn't respond before Bakugo, I was showering. Thank you for letting me know the time again! I'll see you then!

She sent it feeling satisfied and saw that it said read but there were no little bubbles on the screen. He left her on read.

"I guess he must be busy."

"Or hella petty. He's a brat."

Amaya couldn't help but agree and checked her other messages.

Shinso 10:55AM:

Can't wait to see you kitten :)

Amaya smiled at that, entering her room with heated cheeks.

She put on deodorant and applied lotion on herself before slowly placing on her nicest pair of black jeans and her maroon hoodie, the one without holes. Knowing that was the best she could do she started to brush through her hair, letting it air dry since she didn't own a hair dryer.

Putting on some black socks she laid on her bed bringing with her, her favorite book right now.

Just as she was about to begin a page, her phone vibrated.

Reaching over she saw that Midoriya and Uraraka had texted her.

Midoriya (Deku) 11:30AM:

Hey Amaya-chan! Um it's Deku. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I just wanted to let you know that I had fun hanging out with you yesterday, even if it was at the hospital. I hope you're feeling better and maybe we can do something like that again! If you want of course!

Amaya giggled; face flushed as she replied back.

Amaya 11:31AM:

Hi Midoriya! Or did you want me to call you Deku? Whatever you want! I had fun too, I'm okay thank you for asking. I hope you're okay too. I agree that we should hang out again! Just text me when you're free next week and we can plan something out!

Plan something out. Amaya never expected herself to type something like that. She still felt in awe of having friends.

Midoriya (Deku) 11:32AM:

Oh, I don't mind either way. If you want, you can call me Izuku…. But it's up to you! No pressure or anything! And that's great! I'm good! I'm glad you had fun, I'll definitely let you know when I'm free! Have a great day!

Amaya felt her stomach become warm after reading that text. He wanted her to call him Izuku, he wanted to hear her use his first name. She felt her whole body explode in red and grabbed the closet pillow, squeezing it.

Was it supposed to feel this nice to have a friend who wanted you to call them by their first name?

Was she being weird about this?

"It's a damn name, yes you're being weird!"

"B-but this is like a new level in our friendship! I don't want to mess it up."

"Ughh, you're hopeless."

Pouting Amaya chose to look at Uraraka's text instead.

Uraraka:) 11:29AM

heyyyyyyy. i heard from deku-kun that you are out of the hospital. im sorry for not texting you earlier but i did tell deku to tell you that i hoped you were ok. not an excuse but still, im here for you! we should hangout soon! once you get better obvi, haha. maybe even make it a girls day with our other classmates!

Amaya had to stare at Uraraka's text for a good few seconds, feeling a bit dumb when she didn't recognize that 'obvi' meant 'obviously'.

Was that how other girls texted? Or just Uraraka?

Deciding to stick with her own manner, Amaya typed out her response.

Amaya 11:35AM:

Hi Uraraka, you're fine. I'm feeling better now too. I would like to hangout whenever you can. I don't know how comfortable the other girls would be with me participating in something like that but if they agree then I wouldn't mind.

Uraraka:) 11:36AM:

aww youre so cute amaya-chan! yess the others dont care! ill let you know when we can do this! ttyl!

Amaya frowned at her phone and decided to ask Shinso about that word? Whatever that mess of letters was.

Relaxing once again in her bed she decided to read until Shinso came.

Knock Knock.

Amaya sat up with a start and quickly walked over to her door, only groaning slightly from her injury. She opened the door, shocked to see Shinso smirking behind it.

Amaya bit her lip to prevent a smile from coming through and moved to the side, letting him enter.

"I want that door wide open," Aizawa immediately shouted, scaring them both.

Laughing quietly at Shinso's hesitant step she pulled him by the wrist.

"Aizawa is just overprotective. He won't hurt you… I'm like 90% sure," Amaya explained as she let Shinso sit on her bed.

He looked at her with cautious eyes, slowly sitting in the simple room, inspecting over everything. He'd never been in another girl's room, but he didn't think it would be this minimalistic. It's not like he cared, he just wondered if Amaya didn't like decorating or something.

Amaya felt pressured to explain her barren room, sitting near Shinso, slowly picking at her sheets.

"I know it's probably boring and not cute or girly like other girls. I wasn't allowed to have many things once my parents were arrested. I lived in a prison for two years and then with a government official for another two, so all I owned was a couple of outfits. Aizawa has given me money to go and buy things but I already owe him so much I feel uncomfortable doing that," Amaya muttered, eyes looking everywhere but at Shinso.

Shinso frowned at that, wanting to ask her more but also wanting to get rid of that withdrawn face. Gently he took her face into her hands and softly smiled at her.

"Thank you for sharing that, you didn't have to but I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me. I don't care what your room looks like, I'm sorry if my stares made you feel insecure. I just want to know every little thing about you if you'll let me," he admitted, a soft red hue adorning his cheeks.

Amaya's face matched his, tears clouding her eyes. Squeezing his hands with her own she nodded.

"I'd really like that," she whispered, avoiding eye contact again, too nervous to keep it up.

Shinso wanted to tease her shy side but knew she was probably vulnerable right now, so instead he offered that they go get ice cream and walk around the park.

Amaya laughed, agreeing and running to ask Aizawa for permission.

Aizawa didn't look happy with that idea but didn't reject it so the two started their trek for some ice cream.

The walk to the ice cream shop remained quiet but comfortable, the two simply enjoying the others' presence.

As they got closer Amaya felt herself became anxious, worried her appearance might cause problems.

Shinso seemed to have picked up on her nervous energy and calmly held her hand.

Amaya stiffened at the contact at first before relaxing, allowing Shinso to guide her.

The ice cream shop was quite adorable, little snowmen decorating the windows, cute pastel colors on the walls. Amaya took a deep breath to calm herself; this was her first time being in such an establishment in years.

Shinso ordered first, asking for a mint chocolate chip, making Amaya smile. She quietly asked for her own cookies and cream, surprised nobody even looked at her twice.

After grabbing their ice cream rather quickly, hands still attached to one another's, Amaya had to comment on something as they walked outside.

"You know my little brother's favorite was mint chocolate chip," she somberly said, a small smile on her face.

Shinso looked at her curiously, taking in her use of past tense to describe her brother. He felt his heart clench even more, sympathizing for his friend's loss.

"Well, he had great taste then. Only the real ones know how good mint chocolate chip is," Shinso paraded, even going as far as puffing up his chest.

Amaya tried to fight her smile, but she couldn't help letting a warm laugh escape, the negative feelings floating away.

Shinso smiled gently at her, proud of himself for being able to make her feel good.

"I'm sure your brother is proud of his big sis right now," he quietly added, squeezing her shaky hand.

Amaya breathed deeply at that, a watery smile taking over her face.

"I hope so," she whispered, clutching on tightly to Shinso's hand.

"Well, I know so... Maybe one day I can meet him?" Shinso asked, feeling nervous because he didn't know if that was crossing a boundary. He was about to apologize, taking Amaya's silence as a no when she stepped closer to him, laying her head by his arm.

"I'd think he'd like you," she quietly responded, slowly eating her ice cream.

Shinso nodded, deciding that silence was what they both needed at this moment. And as the two walked together, basking each other's presence, not once did they let go of each other's hand.

Amaya returned to her house, heart lighter, face redder as she realized the intimate action, she partook in. She didn't hate it, she just never thought she'd make such close connections with her friends like this.

Aizawa was napping the living room so Amaya took Mochi and herself upstairs. As she laid in bed, Mochi laying down beside her Amaya frowned at her room. Even though Shinso said he didn't care, Amaya wanted to bring more life into her room.

More of her personality, more her, to be displayed. Yet the problem was she didn't know what to get. She barely had a personality, not really having any hobbies besides reading, studying and working out. She didn't even know what she liked and what she disliked anymore.

Living in a prison for two years and then with an uncaring government official didn't really leave her time to hop on the latest trends.

She knew tomorrow Bakugo was going to go shopping with her but what if he found out she was boring and left?

She needed to make a list of what she liked and disliked. Even though she wasn't going to buy anything more than clothes, perhaps this list could help her with her preferences.

Sitting down on her floor, grabbing her school notebook she began writing.

Amaya's Likes:

1. Aizawa

2. Mochi

3. Her friends (including Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, Shinso, Todoroki?, Bakugo?)

4. Kou

5. Saving people

6. Katanas

7. Training (sometimes)

8. Cats

9. The color black

10. Sunsets, Sunrises

11. Ice cream, specifically cookies and cream

Amaya paused not being able to write anything more. Frowning, she huffed at her list, black tail twitching in agitation. Was that really all she liked? She had to have more than that, her life surely could not have been that monotonous.

"I lived in a big ass mansion for the majority of my life, I should have more things I liked!"

"How? When would you have had the time with that damn training schedule and tutors your 'parents' set up for you?"

"My parents weren't always bad! Don't phrase it like they weren't the ones who were there for me the majority of my life!"

"But did they love and protect you like they were supposed to? Have you forgiven them for everything?"

"I–that's not. No and this is not the time. I'm just trying to figure out my interests and things to decorate my room in."

"Why do you even care about shit like that? Who knows how much longer you'll even get to stay here."

"Stop saying that. If Aizawa wanted to kick me out he would've done so already. I know this is my home now."

"You can't get too comfortable here, it'll bite you in the ass."

"I want to believe there are people who actually will stay this time and want to give them a chance! Why are you so against that?!"

"... I just don't want you to get hurt again."

Amaya sighed, rubbing her temples in a circular motion, trying to calm down. Yajū didn't make any sense to her sometimes but then when she hears stuff like this, it's impossible to ignore them.

"Thank you… but you know I, WE, have to learn to trust again. Don't you?"

Yajū stayed quiet that time, leaving Amaya alone once more to her thoughts. Amaya groaned laying on her stomach, mulling over everything.

"... You used to always want stuffed animals. You loved that plushy shit but never got it because you were afraid I'd come out and destroy it."

Amaya sat up, startled by the soft-spoken voice.

"Really? I don't remember that."

"You were six and would always stare at this one bear in the store near your house but never let anyone buy it for you. You wouldn't say why but I know it's because you thought you'd lose control and destroy it."

Amaya scrunched her face up trying to remember that, yet she couldn't recall any bears from her childhood. For the briefest moment she wondered if Yajū was messing with her when an image suddenly appeared in her mind.

A big, cream colored teddy bear with a cute red bow that sat on the window aisle emerged from her memories.

Oh yea.

She had wanted that bear, so much that she had even thought up of names for it. Amaya let a breathless little laugh escape her.

"Thank you, for remembering that."

Amaya didn't receive a response but she was fine with that. Little by little Yajū was growing, as was their relationship. That was enough for Amaya.

As she got ready for bed, laying out her clothes, she smiled easy, despite still having no idea what clothes to buy tomorrow.

No matter what, even if it didn't fit her character, she'd make sure that besides clothes she'd buy at least one plushy for her bed.

Amaya woke up at exactly 11:53, hissing at her alarm clock like it had personally offended her. She had forgotten to set her alarm and now she was possibly going to be late in meeting up with Bakugo.

Rushing around like a psycho, Amaya jumped into the shower and quickly got herself ready. She couldn't help but thank Recovery Girl once again in her mind for healing her injuries, otherwise she'd probably be in pain with all the running she was doing.

Shivering as she got out, she dressed, grabbing her dark blue hoodie and the cash she had saved in her drawer. The one Aizawa had given her but she never spent, and raced down the stairs. Only briefly greeting Aizawa, she skipped breakfast, or lunch rather, and dashed out the door.

The train station was about twenty minutes from where Amaya lived, so by the time she arrived it was 12:27. Panting heavily she looked around, ears twitching, trying to hear for any dark grumbling but found nothing. She had just barely made it on time and took a moment to catch her breath.

The cool feeling of a can sweeping across her neck caused Amaya to jolt, squeaking at the sudden cold, wet sensation she felt.

Bakugo's obnoxious voice appeared next to her and she glared at the smug smirk on his face.

"Guess you can tell time pipsqueak," he taunted.

Amaya was ready to go off but one look at his hair had her biting her lip instead. It was pulled back again, and Bakugo smirking like that only made the hair seem more pronounced. She couldn't help but let a few giggles escape.

Frowning Bakugo stared at her in confusion before he seemed to remember his current predicament.

"Shut up extra! I told you I can't fix this!" Bakugo shouted, face absolutely red in either embarrassment or anger. Probably both.

Amaya nodded but couldn't stop the amusement sticking to her expression. She hoped that hairstyle stayed until they went back to school. She couldn't wait to hear what the others thought about it.

Apparently she had said that out loud because Bakugo bristled, growling loudly, physically vibrating in absolute rage. So much so that his hair actually poofed back to normal.

"What the hell?"

"What… that's some impressive hair."

"More like that's some impressive anger."

Amaya tried not to stare but she couldn't help her bafflement at Bakugo's now regular hair. Guess you learn something new every day.

"C'mon midget, are you going to stare at me all day or actually get your ass moving," Bakugo huffed, taking the lead.

Amaya sighed and followed after him, trying not to be too close but also subtly staying in his peripheral, feeling uncomfortable in public. Bakugo noticed how tense her shoulders were and discreetly slowed down just the slightest, so she was closer to him.

Taking in his surroundings he noticed that people were looking at them, more specifically glaring at Hitachi. He glared back, feeling a dark churning in his stomach at people's critical eye on the petite teen next to him.

Amaya trekked onwards, used to the bad attention, ignoring it as they got closer to the crowded center.

As they walked Amaya couldn't help but take notice of his outfit; having only ever seen him in his school uniform and hero outfit before piqued her curiosity. Now that she could, she fully appreciated his fashion sense.

Bakugo wore a mainly black windbreaker with orange accents and a white hood attached. Amaya couldn't help but smile at the word "Boom" written across the back of it, enjoying the irony of it. His orange shirt was fitted to his muscular body, the color contrasted nicely with his skin. His black cargo pants laid low against his hips making Amaya blush at herself for taking note of that. She quickly snapped her eyes up, hoping her cheeks and mind would calm down.

At least she could say that she knew Bakugo was a good choice in helping her dress better.

The teens continued walking, the quiet atmosphere making Amaya feel a bit awkward around Bakugo. However, she couldn't say she didn't like his company. He'd always treated her normally from the start and while his explosive nature made it almost impossible to warm up to him the fact that he had invited her to hangout made her feel giddy inside. She just hoped he'd have fun too.

So, stepping slightly out of her comfort zone she began the conversation, knowing Bakugo probably wouldn't.

"So, what stores do you usually like going to?" Amaya started off, taking a moment to gaze all around her, trying not to flinch at the amount of people near her.

"I hate shopping," Bakugo scowled, glaring harshly at a passerby that bumped into him.

Amaya raised a brow at that, utterly confused.

"If you hate it that much why'd you invite me out to shop?"

Bakugo paused at that, reaching back and yanking Amaya close to him, so fast she didn't even have time to yelp. She stumbled, crashing onto his larger body but he didn't stop, merely holding up her wrist to his eye level in a firm hold. Amaya blushed but her embarrassment only worsened as she realized her hoodie-sleeve had a hole in it.

Bakugo felt a tinge of guilt flare up at the cat-girl's embarrassment, but quickly smothered it out.

"Shut up and let's buy some clothes. Don't make me regret this," he threatened, letting go of her arm and marching forward.

"Well, geez, is he always going to be an asshole."

"I guess we'll find out."

"Mmmph. Only because he's hot."

"Yajū!"

Amaya scowled at the heat rising on her face. Why was Yajū so weird? Yes, she could admit that Bakugo was attractive but that's not why they were here! And she wasn't that much of a pushover either, if he continued acting like this she was going to leave. She just wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt right now.

"Because he's hot."

"Shut up."

"Hey runt, we're going into this store," Bakugo called out, scaring Amaya from her internal conversation.

She frowned at the less than appealing nickname. Getting onto the tip of her toes she reached over and yanked on Bakugo's shirt collar. The teen not having expected that, stumbled back, growling in annoyance as he whipped back to face her.

Before he could get a word in, she stepped closer, pointing a sharp claw at his nose.

"Look man, I don't know how you were raised but I'm pretty sure someone as smart as you should have at least some sort of human decency. If you really hate this that much, then leave because I will not be shopping with someone that has the attitude of a stubborn brat. Also is it that hard to remember my name?!" Amaya huffed, glaring up into those red eyes that had widened slightly throughout her rant.

No one had ever really spoken to him like that and right now he was wondering why he wasn't shouting back at her either. He wanted to but he was distracted. Her damn tail was swishing back and forth, her gold eyes were brighter than a fire at this moment. She looked like she did whenever she was determined and for some reason that was keeping him from shouting.

He didn't like the racing of his heart or the small pout her on her face that was threatening to make him smirk. The hell was wrong with him, he had to turn this around.

Maintaining eye-contact he glared down at her hard, but the wolffish smile across his face conveyed mild amusement.

"Heh so feisty for someone so small," he began, stepping closer to her, enjoying the shock in her expression, "well princess, why don't you try and entertain me if you want me to stay so bad." He continued stepping closer until she was pressed up against the wall, loving how red her cheeks were beginning to color.

Amaya's breath hitched and she glared into his chest, too flustered to respond. Damn him, of course he would tease her while she was being serious.

Clenching her jaw, she forcibly pushed past him and walked into the store, too many emotions swirling in her mind.

"Entertain him. HIM! He should be entertaining ME!"

"Damn, I didn't know you liked being teased so much. But even I gotta say that was smooth."

Had Amaya not been in public she would've slammed her head against the wall. She did not like being teased! What the hell was Yajū even saying?

Bakugo had entered without her knowing, his fully satisfied expression had her itching to smack him. Taking a deep breath, she tried to look at the positives. While his teasing was not something, she expected she could deal with it more than his bratty ways. Plus, she was going to rattle him back. She just didn't know how yet.

Finally, her heart had calmed down enough to actually take in her surroundings, and she noticed that the clothing store Bakugo had brought her to seemed to sell lots of unisex clothing. And chains. Lots of chains.

Amaya raised a brow at that, also noticing that the clothes were mostly dark shades, the lightest color only being white.

"Hmm. Not bad. Guess this hothead actually does have some nice style."

Amaya couldn't help but agree, looking out through the sections. She too liked dark clothing better, something about the muted tones just felt right to her. Though she was not opposed to brighter colors, she knew they'd probably look weird on someone like her. Dark was all she knew and probably all she looked good in.

"Okay calm down there edge lord. Jeez aren't I supposed to be the negative one."

"What? It's true. I could never wear a frilly dress or pastel colors. I'd stand out too much, and that's the last thing I need."

Smiling bitterly, she quickly made a grab for clothing that was solely black. Amaya had been so in her head she hadn't even noticed the blond that was staring at her, taking note of her grim smile.

Bakugo absolutely hated shopping. He found it unnecessary, especially since everything could be ordered online now, and he didn't have to deal with stupid, annoying retail workers and even more stupid and annoying customers. He didn't even understand why he suggested doing that to Hitachi, but he was already here, and her words still stuck in his head.

He was acting like a whiny bitch, so he was going to change that, and seeing the cat-girl's expression only solidified his decision. He didn't even know why he cared but seeing her smiling so bitterly angered him.

Scouring through the isles he looked for clothing that didn't seem too shitty. Anything that caught his eye quickly ended up piled on his arm, before walking towards the skinny teen.

Amaya who had listlessly been reaching for random black items gazed back at the spiky blond suddenly before her. She looked at his arm full of clothing in confusion. Bakugo wordlessly took everything from her arms and piled what he had onto her.

"You're supposed to be grabbing outfits you actually like and not just picking up the first thing you fucking see. What the hell, are you a kid? Here try this on and come out. Don't take too long or I'll leave," he grumbled, the slightest red appearing on his cheeks.

Amaya looked at Bakugo in surprise before a small, sincere smile took over her face. It seemed as though Bakugo did know how to be pleasant. She kept that to herself lest she rile him up and headed for the changing rooms.

How he managed to know her size surprised her, but she shrugged it off and began changing into what she thought were the appropriate outfits.

As she finished, she turned around pleasantly surprised by what she saw.

She wore a short sleeve tight black crop top with a chest harness and a silver windbreaker. She changed from her old-washed skinny jeans into some cargo pants much like Bakugo's with a long black belt that hung over her legs, her black combat boots complimenting the outfit nicely.

Amaya couldn't believe that Bakugo had picked out something so flattering and very much her style. She couldn't believe that she was even wearing such nice clothes. The tiniest blush escaped her as she opened the curtains, only hoping Bakugo liked what he picked out as well.

Bakugo who had impatiently been leaning on the side wall quickly glanced up at the swoosh of the curtain. He wanted to tease the girl about being slow, but he paused to take in her outfit. He felt a swell of pride in his chest, smirking in appreciation, very much liking this look on Amaya.

Amaya nervously played with her tail, waiting for anything negative but all she saw was Bakugo's smirk.

"Heh, not bad. Try out the next one, and don't take so damn long this time," he huffed, but the satisfaction never left his face.

Amaya rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny the swell of happiness that entered her at his approval. Taking less time this time, she changed into a similar version of her last outfit, but the colors left her staring hard at herself.

Instead of a tight black crop top she wore a loose white one with light purple cargo pants.

"That's weird."

"Why would he pick something so pastel like?"

"You don't look... bad. But your face is ruining it."

Amaya wondered if Yajū was trying to instill her some confidence or trying to knock the little amount she had down.

Feeling more uncomfortable in the unnatural color scheme, she shuffled out, avoiding eye contact.

Bakugo stared at the cat-girl, noticing her stiffness and the aversion of her eyes.

"Oi. What's wrong. This doesn't look bad. What's with that face?"

Amaya jolted at his voice, not expecting him to comment. She tugged on the purple, face scrunching at the pretty color.

"I don't know, isn't this too… girly for someone like me?"

Bakugo gave her a deadpan stare, trying not to growl in annoyance.

"Well, aren't you a girl? Even with that flat chest, you still are one, right?" He questioned, a large haunty smirk overtaking his features.

Amaya's face flushed completely red and she hissed, reaching out to strangle him but the bastard moved away from her hands. Amaya grumbled curses under her breath, her gold eyes into menacing slits but the blond merely laughed, a full genuine laugh escaping him.

Amaya wanted to hurt him, but this was the first time she had ever heard Bakugo truly laugh. Who knew that this angry porcupine could produce such a sweet innocent laugh. Sighing, she resorted to giving him her middle finger and turning to change back into her regular clothes.

"Seriously, the outfit's good, I picked it out myself. Don't get stuck up on the colors, you look fine," Bakugo shrugged, distracting himself on his phone.

Amaya paused, internalizing his words before silently nodding. Maybe he had a point?

"Besides you should be glad the purple stands out. It'll distract the others from noticing how flat you are," Bakugo teased, positively loving how defensive the girl got. Her ears perked up in rage, tail swishing violently. It was just too good to make fun of her, he couldn't stop.

"Fuck you, you damn Pomeranian!"

"What'd you say extra?!"

After that eventful shopping experience, and with Amaya and Bakugo being unsurprisingly asked to leave because of their unruly behavior, the two began window shopping in other locations.

Honestly Amaya expected she'd be kicked out, but she never imagined it would be because she and her "boyfriend" as the sales lady called him were causing too much of a ruckus.

"Boyfriend? Seriously? As if Bakugo would ever see anyone in that way. He doesn't even call me by my name!"

"Hmmm I wouldn't mind that piece of eye candy."

"Yajū! Would you stop acting like a hormonal twelve year old!"

"Prude."

Shaking away her embarrassment she trekked onwards with Bakugo in front of her.

They would enter a store here and there that piqued Bakugo's interest, buying lots of cargo pants and different variations of shirts. Amaya quickly learned that Bakugo had no issue in making her dress in colorful clothing, most of her outfits being a mix of what he described as "pastel tech wear."

She couldn't make fun of him for that at all because she didn't understand what he meant. So, she just let him take the reins on this one.

Shopping was turning out to be quite fun for both of them, not that either would admit it.

While Amaya could go without the stupid teasing, she did like seeing Bakugo's more mischievous, boyish nature. She had only ever pegged him as hot-headed or serious so seeing this side warmed her heart in unexpected ways.

Bakugo would kill before he ever confirmed that he was enjoying himself with Hitachi. She wasn't whiny like most girls he knew and most of the time kept up with his teasing. Still, he enjoyed being able to fluster her to the point that she could only respond with sputtered curses. She was almost cute sometimes too, with that pout of hers.

He shook his head at that thought… seriously he was acting like a nerd.

As the two kept walking Bakugo noticed a little ramen shop on the corner and turned there. He was hungry, no wonder he was thinking weirdly.

Amaya huffed at Bakugo's mindless wandering but didn't object to ramen, she was getting quite hungry as well.

They entered the clean establishment, sitting down without a fuss.

Amaya soon learned that Bakugo liked spicy food. Like a lot. Seriously this guy had to be a masochist if he enjoyed that much pain in his mouth.

Amaya herself enjoyed spice, but a moderate amount, so when she had stared at Bakugo's bright red broth in concern, instead of him being offended like she thought he'd be, the ass challenged her.

"What's wrong princess, can't handle the heat?"

Amaya growled, choosing to ignore him for now, slurping her own mild noodles, but his insistent mocking was starting to get to her.

"Aww don't tell me a bowl of ramen can take you down. Didn't think you'd be so weak," the blond bastard smirked, eating his ramen without a problem.

Amaya breathed deeply, reminding herself that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want too. Bakugo was just acting like an immature brat.

"No thank you," she replied back, trying to keep her tone in check.

Bakugo chuckled obnoxiously, "I knew you wouldn't. You're too much of a sissy for this. It's almost sad, A-cup."

"Fine!" Amaya snapped, cheeks fuming as she took the chopsticks from his hands that had been wrapped in some spicy noodles, shoving it in her mouth.

Immediately she felt the heat hit her tongue and felt her face flush even more in the sudden warmth. She chewed as fast as she could, her taste buds on fire. She glared at Bakugo, willing her tears to stay at bay and praying that she wouldn't sniffle.

Yet Bakugo could only stare at her with a light pink face.

"Y-you idiot! Who just takes a persons' chopsticks like that! Why didn't you just use your own!" He exclaimed, voiced slightly panicked.

Amaya swallowed her bite, hurriedly reaching out to gulp down her water as soon as she could. She was surprised she wasn't sweating; she stared at Bakugo in disbelief. He actually enjoyed eating this stuff? You could barely taste the flavor because the spice was so prominent!

Amaya wanted to comment on it but Bakugo was still going on about how she used his chopsticks, sounding flustered and annoyed. She didn't realize that Bakugo was a germaphobe.

"Sorry, I won't do that again," she shrugged, going back to her own noodles. At least now he'd stop talking about her nonexistent chest and let her eat her noodles in peace.

Bakugo scowled and looked away, embarrassed that he was the only one that noticed she had just indirectly kissed him. This girl needed more tact, had she never read any shoujo mangas before?

The two were quiet after that, Amaya trying to cool herself down which seemed to be an impossible task while Bakugo tried to forget about that little indirect kiss that occurred.

Lest to say their meal was unforgettable.

They were both on their feet again after a slightly more awkward lunch, both walking with flushed faces.

Amaya was proud to say that despite all the disgusted and fearful stares she received, nobody had said anything to her. Nobody kicked her out of their stores so far and Bakugo had surprisingly been a lot of fun to hang out with.

Amaya was satisfied with her purchases so far, but she would be lying to herself if she kept ignoring all the feminine boutiques that seemed to be on every corner of every street. She secretly wanted to go inside but she felt as though that wouldn't fit her image at all and she'd just look like a fool.

Bakugo, who had been observant of the teen the entire time, noticed her subtle looks towards every dress shop they've passed so far and finally reached his limit of ignoring it.

"Alright pipsqueak why don't we just fucking go inside this store. You're annoying when you're trying to hide something," Bakugo argued, pulling at the small teen's arm, ignoring her arguing.

Literally pushed into the entrance, Amaya stopped herself from crashing into the cute dress display in front of her. Hyping herself up to yell at Bakugo she turned, scowl in place when her eyes caught onto something.

A large cream-colored bear plushie stood in the middle of the store, adorable little dark spots decorated all over. There weren't any bows, but Amaya didn't care, this one was a little different from the one in her childhood memories but that didn't mean it wasn't cute.

Bakugo followed the cat-girl's gold eyes, mildly surprised she stopped trying to attack him because of a stuffed animal. Still, even he thought the bear was nice and wondered if the small teen would buy it.

Muffled snickering surrounded his ears, a grating voice filling the air.

"Oh, my would you look at that. I guess even some monsters would like adorable things as well. Makes sense since they seem to love destroying all that is innocent and good," an old hag mocked, glaring right at Amaya.

Amaya bristled, clenching her hands into fists and turning away.

What was she doing?

She didn't belong here; she knew that already.

So then why did it hurt so much to be reminded of that?

Bakugo gripped her arm, preventing her from walking any further and in a loud voice began, "HAH? Don't let this old hag insult you, she doesn't even belong here with all those wrinkles on her face."

Amaya's eyes widened and the older lady quickly left, scowling and red in embarrassment. Other patrons turned to glare at Bakugo, but he merely stared back, almost threatening them to say something. Amaya felt her heart throb at his unexpected protective nature.

Bakugo didn't say anything as he looked through the different clothes, cheeks slightly tinged red at his own actions.

"You pick dammit. I don't know what you're comfortable wearing."

Amaya nodded softly and scoured the isles to look for something suitable.

"Hmm, this might not be too bad," she whispered to herself as she grabbed the clothes and entered a changing room.

Bakugo only watched as she disappeared into the dressing room before grabbing the massive teddy bear and placing it on the counter. The sales woman at front flinched slightly at the aggressive manner but smiled at what she saw.

"That's very sweet of you young man. It's rare to find boys here shopping with their girlfriends," she commented as she rang up the bear.

Bakugo flushed at the comment ready to yell at her mistake when a soft voice pulled him away.

"Bakugo? Does this look okay?" Amaya hesitantly asked as she stepped forward.

The pale girl had dressed herself in a tight pink long sleeve with a matching purple and salmon pleated skirt, her face an adorable shade of red, black tail curling around her arm shyly.

Bakugo felt his throat constrict, face matching hers as he tried to breathe. She looked so cute, Bakugo wanted to scoop her up before anyone else saw.

He realized that he had just been staring unresponsively and gruffly shook his head, turning away.

"Hah I guess you can look like a girl sometimes," he commented, grimacing at his own words.

Amaya raised a brow at that statement, taking in his suddenly shy nature. She blushed even harder but her smile only widened as she realized she had embarrassed him. Looks like she got him back after all.

Giggling, she nodded before turning back to change before buying her last outfit of the day.

As Bakugo waited, heart still racing, he could only groan at the sales lady's cooing.

That goddamn extra.

As Bakugo walked Amaya back home, Amaya snuggling into the bear Bakugo had surprisingly bought her, the two had surrounded themselves in comfortable silence, as well as miniscule blushes that each ignored.

The walk wasn't very long but both enjoyed it, using the silence to think over today's events.

Bakugo just had one problem and it was with that damn skirt Hitachi bought. He didn't understand it, but he really didn't want anyone else to see her in it.

He usually didn't care how others dressed and it's not like he hasn't seen girls wear risqué clothing but something about other males staring at Hitachi had his blood boiling.

When Bakugo turned to drop off Amaya he watched her as she began squeezing the bear in her arms tightly, looking so much more innocent than how people portrayed her.

"Thank you for the bear… and for today. I had fun," she quietly stated, refusing to meet his eyes. Bakugo gruffly hummed in agreement, narrowing his eyes on the girl.

Amaya gave him a small smile before moving to open the door.

She didn't get to as a warm hand gripped her face and she gasped as her body was suddenly pinned by the door and Bakugo's large body.

"Make sure to only wear that skirt around me," he silkily whispered, causing shivers to run down her spine, "wouldn't want anyone else to see you look so vulnerable, princess."

With that he left her, not giving her a chance to respond.

Amaya stared at the empty space in front of her in shock, not comprehending what just happened.

Was Bakugo just teasing her again?

"Damn porcupine," Amaya hissed as she entered her home.

Aizawa who had been watching from the living room only nodded, trying to hold himself back.

Maybe he should make tomorrow's lesson a bit hard.

Bakugo did say he wanted to be the best. He probably wouldn't mind some extra training.

Smiling evilly, Aizawa laid back, scratching Mochi's back.

A/N: Hello! I really hope you guys liked this chapter! I tried my best to write how I think each character would act with the girl they liked so I hope no one was too OOC. Anyways thank you for reading! Please review because I love to hear for you guys. Stay safe!