"Unfortunately, there are a few of you who did not pass your final exams. So, when it comes to the summer training camp in the woods," Aizawa stood at the front of the class and looked over everyone. We all knew that Mina, Kaminari, Sato, and Kirishima had failed the practical – but had anyone failed the written? "Everyone is still going!" He smiled.

"Seriously?" Mina shouted with tears in her eyes. Everyone began to cheer and shout as I tucked my head down. I had never spent that much time away from Musutafu. Would Grandmother be okay without Akari or me? Wait – had Akari passed her exam?

"Yes," Aizawa nodded, "no one bombed the written exam. Five failed the practical badly, two teams and Sero as well. Allow me to explain. For the practical battles, the teachers made sure to leave a way for the students to win. Otherwise, you would have never stood a chance. We wanted to see how you would work together for the task at hand. The training camp will focus on building your strength. Those that failed the practical will need it the most. We were never going to separate you; that was just a logical deception that we used." Those that failed hung their heads. Aizawa's grin widened. It was creepy; that smile did not suit his face.

Iida shot up from his desk, "this is the second time you've lied to us. Aren't you afraid we'll lose faith in you?"

"That's a good point. I'll consider it. But I wasn't lying to you about everything. Failure is failure, and we've prepared extra lessons for those that failed. Frankly, they'll be far tougher than what you would have faced in summer school." Aizawa shrugged. He picked up a stack of thin blue books from his podium and handed a small section to the front of each row. I took the package, took the top book for myself, and passed them back. My eyes caught Katsuki's, and I swiftly turned to face the front. He seemed irked. What had I done? I stared at the long list of supplies we would need for the boot camp. I didn't have half of the list, and I could not afford to purchase the remaining items. "You all better be prepared. The closing ceremonies start in an hour." He looked over the class lazily before exiting.

"This is so exciting," Hagakure shouted, waving her book in the air. "I know – how about we all go shopping together tomorrow?" The class burst into excited chatter.

Uraraka and Ashido lit up, running to my desk. "Please come with us!"

I stared at the two in front of me, pressing myself into the back of my chair. "I-I can't." I had many extra shifts at the café to make up for the week I would be missing. I did have a few free days I could spend with my classmates – but would they want me then?

Kirishima snapped his fingers, "aw, man – do you work tomorrow too? I can go another day with you if you want!" The two girls gasped. They stared at each other in realization. My face paled as my body stiffened. My heart began to beat in my ears. No. No – I didn't want anyone to know.

"I'm so sorry, Satoshi, we should've asked when you were free. We didn't know you had a job," Uraraka apologized. "When are you free?"

"It is against school rules for students to obtain employment," Iida said, adjusting his glasses. I couldn't be here. I had to go. I grabbed my bag and tried to shove my books inside. This was too embarrassing; I needed to get out of here. I missed my bag, and my notes toppled across the floor. I knelt on the floor and clumsily gathered the pages. "I will have to alert Aizawa immediately."

"He already knows," I said, shoving my items into my bag. "They've known since the start of term." I needed to go. I turned and rushed out of the classroom. I made it halfway down the first flight of stairs when a hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me to a halt. I stopped, looking back over my shoulder.

"Stop running away all the time, damn it!" Katsuki growled. "I'm not going with all these extras – we can go together." His eyes narrowed as he stared down at me, holding tightly onto me.

I froze, looking up at him. Had he rushed after me just for that? "S-sure."

"Good, now come back to class. They're trying to plan some other shit." He grumbled, dropping my wrist.

"I, uh, have to speak with Aizawa," I let my hand fall back to my side.

Katsuki scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Whatever." He turned and stalked into the class. I swallowed, my throat drying out instantly. Why did this feel so wrong? I turned. My body felt as if it was weighed down by a tonne of bricks. I continued down the stairs to the teacher's lounge, knocking lightly. There was no answer. I took in a breath and knocked louder.

Aizawa answered the door; chin tucked into his support weapon. "What do you want now?"

I shrunk inward. "I was wondering how much of that list was mandatory."

"All of it," Aizawa answered sharply.

"I – uh – won't be able to afford most of it." I clasped and unclasped my hands behind my back.

Aizawa sighed, rolled his eyes, and reached into his pocket. He held out a blue bank card to me. "We thought that might be an issue. We've allocated some funds to cover extra educational costs for you. There should be enough to get what you're missing on that list. Just keep the receipts when you return the card."

I stared at the card as Aizawa forced it into my hand, "t-thank you. Is that really alright?"

He stared down at me as his creepy smile spread, "as long as you obtain your provisional license, it is." I swallowed hard as he closed the door between us. I turned on my heel, shoving my hands and the card into the pockets of my blazer before rushing out of the school. Haruka would not mind if I got ahead of my studies in the staffroom before my shift – if she didn't need me to start.

[B&M]

The door to the coffee shop chimed as it opened. I turned to greet the new customers but froze with a smile on my face while almost dropping the silverware I was shinning. Iida, Uraraka, Kirishima, and Midoriya entered the shop. Uraraka rushed to the pastry case with Midoriya while Iida scrutinized the shop. Why were they all here? Kirishima rushed up to the counter, leaning across it to me, "Makoto! It's great you're working tonight. I messed up and spilled your secret to everyone – but now we can hang out with you here." He threw his head back and laughed. "Can I have another awesome iced matcha latte?" I tucked my head down and nodded.

"Whoa – Satoshi," Uraraka popped her head up over the pastry case, "what's your favourite thing to eat?" I put down the cutlery in my hand and began to prep Kirishima's latte.

"From the case?" I turned my attention to Uraraka's and Midoriya's smiling faces. "If you like sweets – the crème Brule is good; otherwise, I like the French onion soup." I was cornered. There was nowhere for me to run. I was a rabbit surrounded by a pack of wolves.

"It all sounds so good," Uraraka cried as she drooled over the food. "Ah! You have mochi. But what are those flavors?"

I swallowed, "the owner studied in Paris, so she likes to combine Parisian and Japanese techniques. The rose mochi is our most popular."

"I'll definitely try one!" Uraraka beamed.

Iida stopped behind Uraraka and Midoriya as he browsed the case, "everything does seem quite authentic to French cuisine. I understand your Instagram account now."

Uraraka and Kirishima turned to Iida in excitement, "you have her Instagram? What is it?" Iida swiftly pulled up my account on his phone and showed the two who eagerly added it to their own. It was far too easy for him to give out other people's account information.

"Now we can work around your schedule to hang out," Uraraka smiled, "when is your next day off?"

I busied myself with the finishing touches of Kirishima's drink, "Wednesday."

Uraraka nodded firmly, "alright! I'll try to plan something fun for all of us." The group sat down at the large corner booth, quickly placing their orders. Kirishima had the same as last time. Uraraka had a simple green tea with a trio of mochi. Iida ordered a lightly sweetened iced coffee, and Midoriya ordered a fruity protein smoothie. The quartet chatted animatedly in the corner of the shop as I went about my duties.

"Makoto," Kirishima shouted across the empty shop, "do you like swimming?" I froze before nodding.

Uraraka lit up, "how about swimming with the girls at the school then? Meet up around two?"

"S-sure," I nodded uneasily. There were not that many girls in our class – maybe I could go after all without chickening out. The group stayed for another half hour before settling their bills and heading out together. I flipped the sign to closed and shut off the exterior lights. It took about a half-hour to close up the front of the house while Mrs. Haruka prepped tomorrow's pastries. I changed back into my school uniform and folded my work uniform nicely on the small shelf in my locker. I slung my bag over a shoulder and slipped into my Toms before heading to the back door. "Good night," I called into the shop before closing the door. I turned into the alley and jumped. Katsuki leaned against the opposing wall. Why was he here again?

"Do you work every night?" He pushed himself off the wall with his foot and approached me.

I shook my head as he easily took my book bag from me. "No, but I have extra shifts to make up for the ones I'd be missing for the training camp."

"Did you have dinner yet?" Katsuki and I began to make our way out of the alley.

I nodded. "Yeah. I came early, so I ate before work."

"You came early?" He looked down at me from the corner of his eye. "Wait. You skipped class and went to work? Is this where you are if you're not in class?"

I reached across my body and rubbed my upper arm, "yeah. School gets… overwhelming sometimes." Between my sister's comments and those that actively bullied me one way or another – I still do not feel that I belong there. I knew that I did deserve the spot that I held. The school would not have allowed me to work or give me a scholarship or even the spending card if I had not shown my worth. Principle Nezu and the teachers were bending over backward for me to keep my spot at UA. But were they right?

"Forget about those extras," Katsuki scowled. "We have about a week before the boot camp; want to do something?"

"S-sure," I stared at the sidewalk.

"When's your next day off?"

"Wednesday."

"I'll pick you up then," he nodded, adjusting my bag on his shoulder before we entered the train station.

"I live too far out. I can meet you somewhere," I started to rush over my words as we passed through the turnstiles.

"I already said I'll pick you up," Katsuki snapped as we descended the stairs to the main platform.

"O-okay," I nodded, staring down at my feet. A bullet train in the center of the platform rushed by as Katsuki opened his mouth and spoke. He stared at me harshly as the train disappeared to its destination. He was expecting an answer to something he must have asked. "Sorry, I couldn't hear what you were saying."

He let out a small growl as his face tinted pink. "Then it wasn't important! Our train's here." He quickly took my hand and pulled me onto the train to the edge of town.

[B&M]

It was Wednesday.

I stared at my closet, running through scenarios in my head. It would be just the girls there. There was less pressure than being with everyone from class, but should I actually go? My phone chimed from the back pocket of my shorts. I slipped my phone out and unlocked the screen. I had a message on Instagram again. I opened the app and selected the message. It was Kirishima.

Red Riot: See you at the pool with everyone!

I froze. Everyone? What did he mean by everyone?

2Latte: Everyone?

Red Riot: Yeah! The entire class will be there. It'll be so much fun.

2Lattee: Yeah, fun.

I locked my phone and closed my closet. There was no way I would be going now. My phone began to vibrate in my hand—Katsuki's name across the screen. I waited a moment until I slid my finger over the green button. "Kirishima said you're coming swimming today – is he lying?" Katsuki spoke on the other end. He was irked at something.

"M-maybe. I'm not sure yet," I stared down at my feet on the tatami floor of my bedroom.

"Be ready in an hour." Katsuki abruptly hung up without giving me a chance to reply. If he was coming to get me, there was no way I could back out now. I ran a hand up through my bangs and rested it on top of my head. I started to go through my contacts for Redemption before pausing. If I asked either Redemption or Phoenix for help, they would both send me in something super weird. It was thirty-two degrees outside. I pulled out a clean pair of light-washed jean shorts and slipped those on in place of the thin pair I had worn to bed. I tugged a black tank top over my head before slipping on a sheer, flowy, white blouse with slits from the shoulder to the wrist. I moved from my bedroom and into the bathroom. I turned to the side in the mirror and back again. I guess I looked fine. Taking the ends of my bangs between two fingers, I pouted. My hair was growing into my eyes again. I opened the drawer on my left and took out a pair of scissors, setting them on the counter.

I moved my straight bangs off to the side and back again. Maybe I could handle a change.

[B&M]

My phone began to vibrate violently in my shorts. I pulled it out of my back pocket, Katsuki's face filling the screen. I answered the call. He was canceling.

"That old hag you live with just shut the door in our face," Katsuki growled on the other end. I grabbed my bag.

I rushed out of the guest house and across the cement walk, "I'll be right there." The line went dead. I rushed through the main house and to the front door. I pulled the heavy wooden door open. Katsuki and Kirishima stood on the front walk. Katsuki looked annoyed while Kirishima was in awe. "Sorry about that."

"What's up to her ass?" Katsuki sneered as he gave our home a wave of his fist. I took his fist in my hands and started to lead him off the property to the main road.

"Your home is amazing," Kirishima shouted as he walked behind us. "How many people live in it?"

"Just my sister and grandmother. We do have a few cleaning and gardening staff that come to maintain the house as well," I said over my shoulder. Grandmother had forbidden any of them from entering the guest house or speaking with me, so I was never quite sure of how many there were.

"That's so cool," he shouted. "But we need to hurry. Everyone else is already there."

I felt my shoulders curl up towards my ears, "you two really didn't have to come all the way out there – it's too out of the way."

"It's not out of the way," Katsuki grunted as we walked past the extravagant homes. Homes. They were more than just houses. My place never felt like a home, just a place I was required to be. Redemption's agency felt far more like home.

"Want me to take a photo of you for your Insta?" Kirishima held up his phone. "That outfit is totally cute!"

I felt heat rush to my face, and I averted my gaze from the two. "Thank you, but I don't post photos of myself." Kirishima was about to speak when Katsuki entered the space between the two of us.

"What the hell do you mean 'her Insta'? There's no way Makoto would give you her handle." Katsuki sneered, taking his friend into a headlock. I froze as the two began to argue over Kirishima receiving it from Iida and withholding it from Katsuki. Were most people this interconnected through social media? I only had one social media application on my phone and had never used it to converse with anyone until now.

"Just add her, man – it's not a big deal." Kirishima laughed, getting out of his friend's grip, and backed away. Katsuki held up his hands and let off small explosions in his palms as he stalked toward Kirishima.

"K-Katsuki," I called out, rushing forward, "it's 2Latte, with the number." The two boys looked at me for a moment before Katsuki slipped his hands into his pockets and kept walking toward the station.

"See, that was easy." Kirishima followed after Katsuki, but he increased his speed. "Hey! Wait up, Bakugo!" I swallowed and followed the two. We made it to the train station in record time. Bakugo sat down in the middle of an empty bench on an empty car. Kirishima sat down beside him on his left. I sat down on Katsuki's right, leaving some distance between us. Kirishima and Katsuki had both taken out their phones. I stared out the front of the train car as we speed through the city, occasionally stopping, but no one entered our car. Granted, this stretch of track was primarily for the richer neighborhoods, and they generally had their own drivers or other means of transportation.

Katsuki slid across the bench until our thighs touched. He tilted his phone toward me. He had pulled up and followed my Instagram account. He tapped into my tagged photos and opened the one that Hawks had posted. "He's right, you know. You should add more photos of yourself." I stared at the image of our stupidly smiling faces high above the city.

"Maybe," I whispered, turning to look at his face. He stared down at me with parted lips. I felt my heart beating in my ears. I bit my lip, trying to force myself to stay instead of bolting back home.

"Here's our stop; let's go swimming!" Kirishima jumped up as the train came to a halt. He stumbled forward a little but regained his balance. Katsuki stood up first, exiting the car with Kirishima. I stood from my seat and exited after the two, leaving the station at the bottom of the hill from UA. Kirishima spoke animatedly to Katsuki as we made our way up the hill.

The beating in my ears remained as my stomach felt light. I was so close, so close to going swimming with my classmates. We entered the school after a few moments of walking and made our way through the main floor to the change rooms of the pool. "See you on the other side Makoto!" Kirishima gave me a thumbs-up as Katsuki pulled him by the collar of his shirt into their side. I took in a deep breath and entered. We were very late as it was, so there would be no one in the change room as they should all be out on the pool deck. I entered the empty change room and made my way to my locker in the middle of the other class 1-A lockers. I pulled mine open and took my school suit out. It fell in pieces to the ground. I stared at the sharpie-filled inner door. I swallowed down hard and picked up the pieces of my suit. I dropped them all into the garbage and closed the door of my locker, standing with my head to the floor. I guess I would not be swimming after all. I looked up at the ceiling before dropping my arms from my locker door. I exited the changeroom onto the deck of the pool. All of the boys were on the pool deck instead of in the water as the girls. Were we too late for the boys to swim?

Mineta's jaw dropped as he stared at me hopelessly, "why is my thick-thighed, busty babe not in a swimsuit?" Kirishima and Katsuki were already on the deck in their suits. I ignored his question.

"Satoshi," Ashido yelled from her spot in the water, "why aren't you swimming?"

I swallowed hard before answering. "Someone got to my suit."

"Huh," Katsuki's head snapped to me, "what do you mean 'someone got to your suit'?"

I rubbed my upper arm as I stared at the deck. "They cut it up in pieces." He let a small explosion erupt from his palm.

Yaoyorozu began to wade her way through the water to me, "I'll make you a new suit – what style do you prefer?"

"I-i-it's fine," I stammered and bit my lip. "I'll swim next time." Mineta continued to pout. I pressed my back into the ivory brick wall just to the side of the change room doors and clasped my hands behind my back.

Kirishima stopped in front of me, "let her make you a suit – it's more fun joining in than watching."

"It's fine." I averted my gaze to a puddle on the deck. He stood there for a moment before rushing towards the others as they planned a race. I watched the first race, everyone but Katsuki jumped in the water. Instead, he used his explosions to propel him over the water to the other side, winning the first race. After that, everyone else used their quirks in a similar way. Todoroki won the second heat with his ice while Midoriya actually swam and won.

"Satoshi," Uraraka and Ashido grabbed my upper arms as they pouted, "let's cheer on the boys for the final race."

"You haven't gotten to do much with us since you got here, so let's at least do this together." Uraraka smiled. I watched as the three boys lined up at the end and nodded. Uraraka and Ashido walked me to the side of the pool as Iida signaled for the boys to get ready.

"Start!" Iida dropped his hand, and the three contestants leaped off their pedestal. Uraraka cheered for Midoriya while Ashido cheered for Todoroki.

"Go, Katsuki," I called out. He looked up briefly before all three boys hit the water hard.

"It's five o'clock," Aizawa spoke up from the entrance of the pool with his quirk activated, "your authorized pool time is up. Go home." He turned and left after a moment.

I walked past Kirishima as our classmates complained but left to their change room. "I'll meet you two on the other side." I walked down the main hall between the two change rooms and waited on the other side of the door. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I quickly took it out; Redemption was calling me. I answered the call as my classmates began to leave the school.

"Polaris! What do you say to a training session tomorrow night?" He roared on the other end. It sounded like he was on the tarmac with planes taking off around him.

"Of course!" I turned my back on the change room doors. I worked the afternoon shift so that I would be off by six.

"OK! See you for the pain tomorrow." He hung up. I put my phone back into my pocket as an arm came down on my shoulders.

"Ready to get out of here?" Kirishima smiled down at me. I looked between us to see Katsuki fuming behind us. "He's mad that they couldn't finish the race." I nodded and looked forward again. Kirishima dropped his arm from my shoulders and looked back at Katsuki again. We continued along the path to the main building and out to the school gates in silence.

"Let's go see a movie," Katsuki said once we had exited the school gates.

Kirishima threw his arm around Katsuki's shoulders, "that's a great idea! Which one do you want to see?" Katsuki snapped at him before turning to look at me over his shoulder. Kirishima followed his gaze. "What movies do you like?" The two stopped walking.

"I, uh, don't watch a lot of movies." I put my four fingers into my pockets and laced my thumbs through my belt loops.

"What was the last one you watched?" Kirishima smiled at me as he let go of Katsuki.

"The one Midnight showed in Art History," I said uneasily, biting my lip.

Katsuki stared through me while Kirishima's jaw dropped before his outburst. "That was nearly two months ago!"

"Just pick whatever you two like," I tried to redirect and put my hands up in front of me with a small smile. I did not even know how much a movie ticket cost, let alone if I could afford to go or not.

Kirishima quickly let go of Katsuki and pulled out his phone. He tapped away on it as we walked before putting it in front of me. "There's Galactica which is about a great space race. But then there's the Detective Conan movie out to. You might like Chocolate which is a rom-com set in France. Bakugo and I both have Final Day on our list to see."

"I'm fine seeing that one too," I said, looking across at Katsuki. He had his hands in his pockets and stared ahead of himself.

"Are you into scary stuff, Makoto?"

"Not really."

"If you get scared, you can always hold my hand," Kirishima cooed. He grabbed my hand in his as we walked along. "Doesn't that make it better? The next showing is in thirty, so we have time to get there."

I let him pull me along for a few blocks. "What's the movie about?"

"Wait – you haven't heard anything about the blockbuster horror of the century?" Kirishima's jaw dropped as he stared at me. "It's about a serial killer who captures his victims and puts them through a game on their last day alive. Sounds good, right?"

"Uh," I started as we turned the corner. Katsuki walked a few feet behind us, kicking his heels into the sidewalk. "Yeah." Kirishima kept up a one-sided conversation all the way to the cinema. He was beyond excited about the boot camp next week and had bought a new duffle bag in preparation. Kirishima let go of my hand in the cinema's lobby and went to the ticket stalls with Katsuki.

I took out my wallet, counting the coin inside to make sure I could afford the ticket. "Hey," Katsuki stood in front of me. He held out a ticket for the film.

I stared at the ticket and franticly began counting change once again, "how much do I owe you?"

"Just take the damn ticket," Katsuki shouted. I quickly shut my wallet and took the ticket from his outstretched hands.

"Thank you." Katsuki turned and walked to the staff member checking tickets. Kirishima rushed to me, hooked his arm with mine, and pulled me after Katsuki. I haphazardly zipped my wallet and put it away in my bag. The man ripped the bottom half of our tickets and motioned towards theatre four. We entered the low-lit auditorium for a 'blockbuster horror' that Kirishima was talking up; the theatre was almost empty. Katsuki stood at the bottom of the stairs as he waited for us. I could see the shadow of a vein protruding from his neck. Was he mad about something? Maybe how empty the theatre was? Kirishima unhooked his arm from mine and walked up the stairs two at a time until he got to the top row. He sat himself down in the middle. Katsuki walked up the stairs, and I followed after him. I sat down beside Katsuki, Kirishima on his other side. I crossed my ankles and laid back in the seat, holding myself by the elbows. My feet barely touched the floor. Katsuki lifted his left arm and rested it around my shoulders as he conversed with Kirishima. Kirishima looked at the arm around me, gave me a thumbs-up, and continued the conversation until the lights lowered. The new trailers began to play. Katsuki settled in his seat, his arm tightening around my shoulders.

[B&M]

"That movie was fantastic," Kirishima shouted as we walked along the darkened streets. "What did you think of it?" He shoved his face into mine.

"It was good," I said with a shrug. With how he talked up the movie, I was expecting it to be a lot scarier than it really was. Kirishima had gotten up partway through the movie to get popcorn, and during a jump, scare had thrown half of it on the poor couple in front of us and over myself. Since Katsuki had kept his arm around me for the entirety of the movie, whenever Kirishima would throw his food around, he would flick him in the ear.

"You're not allowed any food next time," Katsuki scoffed. He walked beside me and picked a piece of popcorn we had missed earlier from my hair, popping it into his mouth.

"I've got to head home," Kirishima smiled, waving his hand in front of him, "my parents have been calling me for a bit. You two have fun!" He turned and rushed off as Katsuki shouted after him. Katsuki and I walked along in silence for a moment. The edge of the horizon was a dark red as it blended into the dark night sky.

"We'll watch another movie," Katsuki spoke after a few minutes. "Just us." I nodded.

"No popcorn?" I moved a strand of my oil-slick hair behind my ear.

I watched Katsuki's Adam's apple move as he swallowed. "Did you start shopping for the boot camp?" We started toward the subway station.

"Yeah, I finished it the other day. Redemption went with me after work." I slipped my hands into the back pockets of my shorts. It was very helpful going through the list with Redemption. One, he carried everything for me. Two, he was able to get all the gear and me home within seconds. We cut through a park; the main path was lit with propane lamp posts. We walked along in silence with the occasional firefly drifting through.

"Go stand on top of that bridge." Katsuki nudged me with his elbow, his hands stuffed into his pockets. I looked at him for a moment before walking into the center of the slightly arched wooden bridge. The railings had been wrapped in fairy lights. I turned around and heard a camera click. He stood with his phone in one hand aimed right at me. He stared at the screen.

"K-Katsuki?" I gawked. "Why'd you take a picture?"

He shrugged, shoved his phone into his pocket, and walked across the bridge.

"Can I see it," I asked, following him as we continued through the park.

"No."

"Is it that bad?"

"No."

"Why can't I see it?"

"Why did you cut your hair?"

I was cut off guard. "I-I… My bangs were getting too long." I had cut my hair at an angle for side bangs.

"It looks good." I followed him into the subway station, but we continued the journey back to my home in near silence. The train was a little more lively than this afternoon, but the road back to my home was empty, apart from the occasional Mercedes or Tesla that sped by. I could see the large wooden door of my house before Katsuki spoke up again. "Do you have any other day off before the Bootcamp?"

I shook my head. "No, today was my last day off."

"Text me when you're off then." We stopped at the end of my cobblestone walk.

I nodded. "O-okay. Thank you for walking me home again." He shrugged and began to walk back down the main road. I watched as he lifted a hand and gave me a wave without looking back. Why would he look back? I sighed, turned up the walk, and opened the wooden door to the entryway. I left the main house and padded across the cement courtyard to the guest house. The front door was open.

"Are you dating him?" Akari stood in the doorway to the guest house, arms stiffly on her hips.

I shook my head, "we're just friends."

She smirked, "you won't mind if I take him them."

"Take him?" My stomach dropped.

"Yeah. Honenuki is getting pretty boring, and I need a new boyfriend. Bakugo-babe would be perfect."

My heart began to hammer in my ears. "No."

She let out a small laugh. "Watch me."

A/N: Thank you all for waiting so patiently! I've gone through a lot of computer issues and crashes and should be good to go for now! I hope you all enjoyed Katsuki and Makoto.