CH5 Sweet Sucess

We meet once again on 1-A's rooftop as we always have. "Congrats! You've finished a three month training period with me!" Bakugo gloated. "Yes! Thanks so much Bakugo-san!" I chirped, a huge smile spreading across my face. "We should celebrate!" I add. "Huh? How?" Bakugo asks. "I'll take you out to Shabu Shabu! My treat…" "No! That's too expensive!" Bakugo flusters. "It's fine! I have plenty of money saved." I reassure him. He shoots me a look of intense worry. "It's, not from your quirk, right?" He questions softly to evade any suspicion. "WHAT THE FUCK?! NO!" I scream as Bakugo flinches. I eye him angrily. "I don't use my quirk like that!" I huff, my face bright red. "You sure? You're kinda red…" "YES! I'm positive! JEEZUS!" We both fall silent after that. I try to calm myself down to relieve the redness in my face. Bakugo shifts his stature to something more open. "Well…" Bakugo starts. "How about we go to Gyumaru instead?" He suggests. I look at him as his face lightens. "That sounds fine, if that's what you'd rather do." I reply with a smile again. "Then it's settled! We'll go to Gyumaru to celebrate!" Bakugo smirks, his smile is so light and happy. I start to blush again, looking at his face, it makes me feel something. As we part ways, we agree to meet at the train station to head to Gyumaru at noon.

The next day arrives faster than anticipated. I wake up early to finish some things and get ready. Bakugo wakes with barely enough time to wash and dress. He heads over to the Edogawabashi station about a quarter to twelve. Bakugo arrives early and waits around, seeing if he can spot me. It's 12:05 PM when he glances down at his phone. ''Where is she? '' He wonders. He looks around through the crowds, scanning every face he can see. A long Silver haired girl brushes her hair behind her left ear and nervously looks around. Bakugo had glazed over her previously, but this time, he stopped to search her face more deeply. "Yume-san?!" He called. He was surprised when the girl turned around to face his call. She looked back at him, her eyes were the colour of fresh plums. The girl was wearing a knee length green and white sundress, it billowed as the wind picked up. "Bakugo-san?" She chimed back. ''Wow… '' Bakugo thought in shock. ''So this is Yume? '' I walked up to him. "What's wrong with you Bakugo-san?! It's rude to stare at people." I press as my face flushes a bit. "Wha- No!" Bakugo stirs from his thoughts. "I- I'm sorry Yume-chan.. I just wasn't expecting this." Bakugo pointed to my attire. "It's a dress Bakugo…" I said flatly, an annoyed look flashing across my face. "Wait… Did you just call me Yume-chan?" I challenged quickly. "Uh, O-oh.. I guess I did. Hehe…" Bakugo seemed to answer nervously. "Are you ok? You sure are stammering a lot." I prod. "I'm fine! Let's just go ok?" Bakugo snaps. He grabs my hand and leads me away. My face burns bright red, I can't control the searing color.

He leads me off towards the train to Shibuya station. "Uh, Bakugo, you can let go of my hand now ya know.." I mutter. "Oh.. Uh, sorry Yume…" He apologizes. "It's ok hehe.." I laugh lightly, trying to shake this weird feeling that I'm getting. We ride the train to Ikebukuro and arrive at the station fairly quick. Hopping on the next train to Shibuya, we find a spot to stand. As the train reaches the station, we hop off and walk towards the restaurant. Finally, we reach Gyumaru and go inside, as we await a host to seat us. We sit and look over the menu, once the waiter has taken our orders, Bakugo starts. "So, I've been meaning to ask you Imagi-san…" "Hmm?" I perk up. "Where did you get that scar from? The one I saw before we started this crazy training thing.." I look at the table, a growing look of worry setting on my face. "Imagi-san…?" Bakugo asks. Tears well in my eyes. "I-I'd rather not talk about it.." I shun. My face can't hide the pain I'm in. "Ya know…" Bakugo says. "You can probably tell me anything. I won't tell anyone if you don't want anyone else to know and all." He gives me a look of deep and honest concern. "Tell ya what! I'll tell you how I got this one." He points to a very small mark on the nape of his neck. I can hardly see it, but it's surely there. "I got this before getting into UA…" He trailed. "A sludge villain tried to take over my body and as I was trying to fight him off, he got me." He touched the mark, a flash of regret crossed his face. "Oh wow.. I'm so sorry Bakugo-san." "Eh, it's ok. I'd rather it be me than some poor civilian." He forces a smile. The concern on my face is showing. "Look Imagi-san, I'm fine!" Bakugo smirks. We forget about his question and make light chit chat over our meal and drinks.

After paying, we leave Gyumaru, and decide to take a stroll. We walk up the street and past a well known art museum. I take note of it so I can check it out later, as they host international shows too. We circle back around and see a cinema up the street. "Hey! There's a movie theater here?!" I proclaim in excitement. "Yeah.. hehe." Bakugo giggles a bit. "I wonder what's playing!" I enthusiastically run to check showtimes. "Imagi!" Bakugo calls after me. We both look over the showings for the night. "Hmmmm…" I ponder, pursing my lips to the left. Bakugo examines me, watching the faces I'm making as I look up movie synopses on my phone. He can't help but laugh. "Fufufu…" He chuckles. I snap out of my bubble. "What's so funny?" I huff. "Your face…" He answers. "What?! Why you…!" I glare. "It's so cute and funny…" He continues laughing. I pause, stunned by his answer. ''Did he just say, my face, is cute? '' I blush. Then a rush of people swarm the theater. "Ugh!" I shudder as I'm pushed around by the hive. "Yume!" Bakugo calls. I push through the crowd to reach Bakugo. "Oi! Did a showing just let out?!" I clammer. "No, but unless you plan to see a movie, it's probably best if we get out of here." Bakugo says. He's right, it's getting late. We are far off from campus. So I agree and we set off towards the train station. As we near the station, we hear over the intercom "We apologize for the delays. The Yurakucho and Hanzomon lines are experiencing technical difficulties at this time. It is advised to take alternate routes." We look up in frustration. "UGH! REALLY?!" I shout. "Well, we can at least fly Air Bakugo style then!" Bakugo says with a smirk. "Huh?" Bakugo grabs me and blasts up to the nearest rooftop and back towards the school.

"Hurk!" I gasp for air. He flies around all queedle qualm, trying to get back to UA. I grab him firmly and shout "STAHP!" "Huh?" Bakugo said as he landed on a small, dark roof. I stumble off and promptly barf. "Oh god! Yume!" Bakugo cringes, trying not to vomit also. I finish and pull a tissue out to clean my mouth. "Hurgh…. Bakugo~ Why were you blasting so fast?" I Muster through my nausea. "I'm sorry Imagi-san.. I just didn't wanna be stuck out in Shibuya for hours on end." "Ya coulda warned me dammit!" "Look, I'm sor-" "Blurg!" I throw up again. "Hugh…" Bakugo lurches. "Ugh… I don't feel good." I warn dizzily. "Here." Bakugo turns and offers to carry me on his back. "Just promise you won't vomit on me." I nod. "Or I'll drop you." He glares sternly. "I WON'T! Just don't go bouncing around like a pinball." I shout as I grab ahold of Bakugo. He takes off towards UA once more. As Bakugo lands on the school grounds finally, "Are you ok to stand?" He asks. "Uh-huh." I groggily nod as he helps me back to my room. I plop on the bed as Bakugo takes a look around. There's drawings strewn all around the room. Still life, charactures, cartoons, portraits, fashion. You name it, it was on the walls and the floor. ''Wow! Yume drew all of this? '' Bakugo thought in disbelief and admiration. He glazed over most of the images, but noticed one in particular. There was a portrait of a smiling spikey haired boy. He knew instantly it was of him.

"Imagi-san, when did you draw this?" He questioned. I shot my head up from the pillows. "Huh? Oh! I did that last week…" I drift off. "It's extremely detailed." "My parents had me take art lessons once my quirk manifested." "Seriously?! How far did you study?" "I have a masters in art." "WHAT?!" I poke my head back up at Bakugo. "Well, my quirk heavily relies on my ability to draw…" Bakugo just blinks at me. "So I needed to study a lot to be able to use it to its fullest." I stare back groggily. "Wow… All this time, I thought it was a dumb and easy quirk." "Hey now!" I growl. He looks at me, dead in the eyes. "Sorry. I just thought it was more simple than that. I had no idea you had to study to get like this." He said as he rummaged through the drawings on the ground. Most he found were of outfits and co-ords I had made. Others were drawings of the students. He looked over to the clock on my desk, it read 11:15PM. "Holy shit! It's that late already?!" "I guess so…" I said as I popped out of my burrow of blankets. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Bakugo yelled. "What?" "Do you really sleep like that?" "Yes… So?" "Isn't it super hot?" "No. It's nice and toasty." I smile lightly. "You like being hot?" Bakugo asks. "I like warmth. It makes it feel like I'm being hugged." Bakugo blushes and gets an idea. He walks over to the bed. "Hey!" He nudges me. "Yes?" I sleepily respond. "I don't quite get what you mean." He says, blushing and looking off to the right. "Come here and I'll show you then goofball." He is taken back by my response and blushes even more. "Huh?" "Just crawl in silly." I open a space in the sheets. Bakugo leans to settle in but stops. "What's wrong?" I ask concerned. He begins to take off his shirt.

"What on Earth?" "My shirt is dirty, I don't want to get your bed all nasty." Bakugo says. He is wearing an undershirt, that seems to hug his frame really well. "Oh, ok…" I trail off, admiring the hard work he must be committing to get that stature. I blush softly as he hops into the little fort made of blankets. "Wow! This is kinda cozy." He admits. "Yeah, and with how warm and heavy the blankets are, it really makes it feel comforting. Especially when you need it." I say, my face looking very sad and cold. "When would you need it?" Bakugo asks concerned. "Well for me, it's when my anxiety kicks in or I have a panic attack." I drift off again. Hot tears well in my eye as I finger the scar on my ribs. "Like when you remember how you got that?" Bakugo chimes in. "Yes, cause that's a long and sad story." A tear falls to my cheek. Bakugo looks deep into my eyes. "Tell me, Imagi-san. What happened?" "It happened a month before I transferred here…" I start, taking in a deep breath before continuing. "My class was doing a training exercise in the forest. We were ambushed by villains." "Really? That happened to us too!" "Well they caught us by complete surprise…" "Same as us!" "But most of my classmates died there!" I spat angrily. The tears were not being held back anymore. "Oh… I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Bakugo replied.

"Was it the League of Villains fault?" "I have no clue sadly. I hardly remember anything." Tears are streaming down my face steadily. "All I remember is the, I assume, leaders voice… He was raspy and very childish in how he spoke…" "Huh… No clue what he looked like?" "Nope, I can't picture him. Which is sad because of my Eidetic memory. So not being able to put a face to the villain who slaughtered my friends kills me!" I lament. Bakugo can tell it bothers me. "Hey Imagi-san! It's ok! We will find him!" Bakugo comforts as he pulls me into a hug. "I promise you. We will get him." I blush hard as Bakugo holds me closely. ''He wants to help me?! '' I think. "What do you mean we?" I ask cautiously. "I mean us. We're a team now Imagi! I'll help you get that creep and thensome!" Bakugo looked honest and ready to beat this villain up. It made me feel so relieved to have another person on my side. I looked into his eyes, mine still misty from before and saw true, genuine kindness. We both let out big yawns and continued talking till we fell asleep.