A/N: Quick note! There's one specific scene with abrupt switches in language in this chapter.

In that scene, the different language (Tagalog) will be indicated by looking like [this]. I wanted to give a quick thanks to izeishere from Wattpad since they offered to help me with translating some English to Tagalog for me and actually did with the initial draft back in 2019! I've made big changes to it since then though and decided to use a bracket indicator instead so it wouldn't interrupt the flow of the chapter, but I still kept in a bit of dialogue they helped me translate. So a big thanks to them ^^

Some Filipino foods get mentioned in this chapter too! Hitomi's Filipino heritage isn't something I bring up often, so I figured I'd sprinkle some into this arc when I could. I just thought the idea would be nice 😊

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The Bakusquad practically tackled Hitomi once she'd found them, Bakugou watching as they surrounded her in a group hug.

"Hitomiiii," Mina whined, cuddling the bluenette. "Bakugou's being an ass."

"YOU'RE THE REASON WE GOT LOST, IDIOT!" Bakugou yelled.

Mina stuck her tongue out at him, making Bakugou grit his teeth in irritation. Hitomi pointed at the escalator once the Bakusquad had finally let her go, saying, "The rest of the class is on the third floor. We have another hour before the festival starts, so if you still want to see the rest of the mall, try not to get lost again, okay?"

The group made sounds of affirmation, following Hitomi as if they were baby ducklings. Bakugou stared at the back of her head as they made their way to the second floor, before he looked away with a huff.

He'd been trying not to think too much about what the little grape shit had said yesterday. After all, he rarely ever had anything of substance to say. Bakugou remembered getting especially pissed off whenever Mineta tried to say something crude about their rooming situation. It irked him that he could even think about Hitomi that way. Gross.

And now he was spouting some ridiculousness about Hitomi not wanting to be around them anymore? What the fuck kind of bullshit was that? What did he even know, anyway?

Bakugou finally looked back at her, only to see she was looking over her shoulder, in his direction.

Was she looking at him…?

They made eye contact, staring at each other before Hitomi's eyes widened and she turned away.

Bakugou's eyes narrowed. What… was that…?

They continued on to another escalator, finally arriving on the third floor as they found the class at the food court.

"I'm back," Hitomi told Iida.

"Oh, thank goodness!" the class rep exclaimed, adjusting his glasses. "I was afraid they'd gotten themselves into trouble. Great job finding them, Kanetsukabe-kun!"

"Oh, did the lost kids find their way back?" Nix had appeared behind Iida, making him stiffen in surprise. She flashed Hitomi a thumbs-up, wearing a nonchalant smile. "Nice work, scavenger."

"Nix-sensei!" Iida coughed out, recovering from his alarm. "As our chaperone, it is your responsibility to keep track of us! You even said yourself that you'd be in trouble with Aizawa-sensei if one of us got lost!" He waved his hand in his typical chopping fashion, criticisms and admonishments spilling out.

Bakugou watched as Hitomi smiled sheepishly at the exchange, his eyes following her as she walked over to Uraraka.

He wanted to believe Mineta's words had no weight behind them.

But when he really took the time to think about it…

Something about Hitomi… was off.

And it bothered him.

At the festival -

Hitomi had a dreamy expression on her face, practically drooling at the sight of the turon.

"I'll take a dozen, please!" she told the street vendor in Tagalog, pulling out some pesos. The vendor placed her food in a paper bag, Hitomi eagerly grabbing it as she made her way towards Midoriya and the others.

"What'd you buy?" the curly-haired boy asked her.

Hitomi beamed, holding out the bag. "Turon! It's basically like fried banana, but it's also got jackfruit inside and is wrapped in a lumpia wrapper."

Uraraka, Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki all reached in, grabbing a piece. They could smell the rich scent of caramel, all staring at the snack tentatively.

Hitomi had her own piece, exclaiming "Thanks for the food!" before taking a big bite. They all followed her example, taking various sizes of bites.

"Oh! It's a lot sweeter than regular fried bananas!" Midoriya exclaimed.

"Ah, that's because it's fried with sugar," Hitomi told them, waving around her finger. "My mom usually makes these whenever it's my older brother's birthday. They're one of his favorites."

"The jackfruit really changes the taste," Uraraka pointed out, holding her cheek. "I kinda like it!"

Hitomi smiled, watching as her friends continued eating the turon. She was glad they seemed to enjoy it, happy she was able to share a piece of her heritage with them.

Eventually, the four of them had regrouped with the class, Hitomi handing the bag of turon off so anyone who wanted to could have a try. The idea Nix proposed was that the class split into two groups, one sticking with her and Yaoyorozu and one with Iida and Hitomi. Iida had made it a point to everyone that this was a great chance to practice their English, but it was also important they still had people who could communicate well if the situation called for it.

Thankfully, for what felt like the first time in forever, Hitomi would not have to be dealing with Bakugou.

Before Iida was done deciding the groups, the Bakusquad had gotten distracted and ran off on their own, Yaoyorozu worriedly following after them.

"Guess they'll be with me," Nix whistled, ushering the rest of her group to follow. Luckily, the Bakusquad had been the last few people who needed to be put in a group. "Class Rep!" Nix called over her shoulder, Iida standing straight. "You're responsible for the others. Keep an eye on them."

"Yes ma'am!" he exclaimed, bending slightly in a bow as their group left. Once they were out of view, Iida adjusted his glasses, turning to his own group with Hitomi. "Alright everyone! What should we do first?"

"I kinda wanna see the carnival games," Ojiro said.

Tsuyu placed a finger on her chin. "Well, I'd like to try more of the food."

Tokoyami nodded along with her, crossing his arms. "I would as well. I want to see more of it here since we won't be able to find it as easily once we go back to Japan."

"Alright, how about this!" Iida made his way down the sidewalk, with the group following him as he glanced down each street. He eventually stopped, pointing at one. "We'll stay on this street, which has both games and food! If you're ever ready to move on to another street, just tell me or Kanetsukabe-kun, and we'll regroup. That sound alright?"

The group made noises of affirmation, before splitting off to do their own things.

…

Hitomi walked around with Uraraka and Tsuyu, introducing them to the food and having fun. After a little while, they'd decided they wanted to try out some of the games, doing balloon darts first. As Uraraka cheered for Tsuyu, Hitomi glanced around, looking for anything they could try out next.

She was hit with the sweet scent of coconut, her legs unconsciously moving on their own towards the smell. She found herself drifting towards a food stand, seeing the vendor was selling buko pie.

"Would you like one, miss?" he asked in English, snapping Hitomi out of her trance.

"Oh! Uh…" She pulled out her wallet, wearing a small smile. "Just a small slice, please." As she waited for her food, she looked around, seeing she was in a more isolated corner near the end of the street.

I should probably get back to the class…

"Your food, ma'am."

Hitomi eagerly grabbed the bag, thanking the vendor before taking her leave. Since this was a pie, she'd rather eat it sitting down, and had caught sight of some benches at the end of the street as she'd waited.

I'll eat it first… and then head back.

She passed by a few more stands, squeezing past a large group until the benches were finally in clear view. As she made her way towards them, there was a sudden yell that made her turn around. All she saw was a black object whizzing around and the people she'd just passed by crying out in alarm. They seemed to duck, the object flying past them and ricocheting off the nearby post lamp. It seemed to bounce all around, making clangs and dings as it hit stands, the ground, nearby signs. Hitomi's eyes widened as it bounced off a potted plant, heading straight in her general direction. She gasped when she soon realized a small kid was in its direct path, yelling "Look out!" as she reached towards him.

The little boy yelped as she wrapped her arms around him, the plastic bag holding her pie dropping to the ground as she made a force field in front of the two of them.

It was like a domino effect.

Hitomi stumbled slightly as she tried to cover the boy, falling right into a stand as the object bounced off her force field straight into the cloth covering of a nearby tent. Her sudden weight against the table jostled it harshly and her elbow hit a box, causing it to slide back straight into some crates of glass soda. Hitomi let out another gasp as she saw the crates start to fall over, throwing her arm out to create a force field that would catch them. Plasma shot out in a trail from her hand, creating a bubble around a crate that prevented it from hitting the ground.

But unfortunately for Hitomi… there were two.

She watched in disbelief as the other crate toppled to the ground, the glass bottles hitting the concrete as loud shatters filled her ears. She cringed as she watched every single bottle break, spilling out soda and creating a large puddle by the edge of the stand.

Nobody seemed to move for a few seconds.

Eventually, there was a feminine gasp. "J.M.!" The older woman that stood behind the stand reached for the young boy Hitomi had her arms wrapped around, a shocked look on her face as she spoke in Tagalog. "Are you okay? Gosh, I told you not to go past the table…" Hitomi carefully floated the other crate down to the ground and let him go, allowing the woman, his mother, she assumed, to look over him.

"What was that?!" A man appeared from behind the back of the stand, his eyes soon falling to the fallen crate and broken glass. His eyes widened and he seemed to hiss something under his breath, one that Hitomi recognized as a Tagalog swear. His gaze then moved to her, his eyes narrowing as he walked towards her.

"What did you…"

He was cut off when there was a yelp, a young girl running up to the stand. She seemed to be holding a slingshot in one hand and a black rock in the other that looked like it was…smoking? (Hitomi guessed that might've been what was bouncing all over the place.) The girl looked like she was only 8 or 9, and Hitomi soon saw another girl stop beside her, panting as she tried to catch her breath. She guessed the other girl was 11 or 12.

The older girl placed her hand on top of the younger one's head, wearing a frown. "Apologize."

The younger girl's eyebrows furrowed and her head hung low. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed meekly. "It was my fault. It was because of my… um…"

"It was because of her quirk," the older one picked up, looking back and forth between Hitomi and the stand owners. The man crossed his arms and she shrank back slightly. "We're sorry."

"Do you know what happened because of you two?" the man scolded, gesturing to the broken glass. "Who's going to clean this up, hah? Let alone pay for it?"

The older girl seemed to pale. "…Pay? I don't…"

Hitomi slammed her hands down on the table, bowing her head down. "I will! I'll- I'll take care of it…!" Her Tagalog was still a little rusty, so she stumbled through her words a bit as she looked between the woman and the man. "My… my actions caused it to be knocked over. Not theirs. They weren't even nearby." She bent her head down again, nearly hitting her forehead against the table. "So- I'm sorry! I swear I'll handle it. I'll pay for it."

"Hold on, dear," the woman said, looking up at the man. "Sweetheart, it was an accident. Come on, they're just kids…"

Her husband only sighed gruffly. "That crate had more than 3500 pesos worth of soda. Not to mention the mess it made. Someone has to take responsibility…"

"So I will…!" Hitomi spluttered. She met the eyes of the woman. "I'll clean it up. And I'll pay for it, I swear. It's my fault for hitting your stand and making you lose part of your profit."

"Well…" The woman glanced back and forth between her husband, Hitomi, and the other kids. "Okay," she sighed. "But I will only accept 2500. Nothing more."

Her husband's eyes widened. "But-"

She held her hand up to silence him, gesturing to their child. "She protected J.M. from getting hurt. If it were up to me, I wouldn't want her to pay… but this compromise should be fine, right?

The two stared at each other before the man looked down at the young boy, raising a brow. "Is this true? Did she help you?"

The little boy nodded avidly. "Yeah…! You shoulda seen it, Papa! She stuck her arm out and it went bang! Whoosh!"

The man softened slightly, letting out a small cough as he turned back to Hitomi. "Well, then… thank you. 2500 pesos… should suffice. But I still want this mess cleaned up. After all that, I don't want my son getting himself hurt from the glass."

Hitomi nodded, bowing her head again. "I'll do it right away, sir…!"

"And you two," the man continued, turning his attention to the two young girls. They stiffened at his stern glare. "You better not pull something like that again. There may not be someone like this young lady around to get you out of it next time."

They both made profuse apologies, saying multiple "sorry's" and "we won't do it again!" The older girl then turned to Hitomi, wringing her hands sheepishly. "Thank you to you too, ate. We're sorry. I'll keep a better eye on my sister."

She then elbowed the younger girl, pushing her forward slightly. "I'm sorry," the little sister said timidly. "And… thank you."

Hitomi sighed, plastering on a weak smile. "Make sure to be more responsible, okay…? You don't want to get someone hurt, right?"

The young girl nodded and with that, Hitomi gestured for them to go, with the older one offering another "sorry" and "thank you" as she led her sister away. Hitomi saw the older sister flick the back of the younger one's head, hearing "I told you not to use that slingshot in public…! Your ricochet quirk makes it go all over the place…" before they eventually disappeared into the crowd.

With another sigh, Hitomi handed the man the 2500 pesos (pretty much the last of her money, unfortunately… all she had left were two 50s and a 20, along with some coins). "Do you have… a broom or something to clean up the glass?" she asked sheepishly.

His wife gave him a cynical look. "I told you we should've brought it."

The man let out another quiet cough and shook his head. "No, unfortunately…" He reached towards the boxes behind him, pulling out a plastic bag and a folded paper one and handing them to her. "Use these. The paper is in case the glass makes holes through the plastic. Be careful."

With a nod, Hitomi walked over to the mess of broken glass, crouching down and beginning to clean up as the couple got back to work serving customers. Luckily, thanks to Force Field… she could simply make her own dustpan and broom. Her eyes emitted that familiar blue glow as she used a small force field to sweep the glass, gathering the pieces onto another she made on the ground. There was quite a bit, considering the crate seemed to hold at least 20 bottles, so she had to move them from the ground to the bag in a few batches.

"Oh…" the man hummed above her, leaning against the side table as he watched her morph the "dustpan" into a bubble, completely encasing the glass. "So that's how you protected J.M.…" He coughed awkwardly as she deposited the pieces into the bag. "Thanks again… for helping him."

Hitomi smiled sheepishly as she began sweeping up another batch. "It's no problem. Just trying to look out for people."

The man let out another hum, reaching for something on the front table and unwrapping it. "Here." Hitomi looked up to see him holding out a piece of tupig, the end he was holding still wrapped in the banana leaf. "I don't know if you preferred this or suman more. But… I'm grateful for your help. Though I wish it could've been avoided in the first place. Those rowdy kids…"

He sighed and Hitomi laughed, taking the sticky rice cake. Her buko pie had been an unfortunate casualty… but this would suffice. She thanked him and they both returned to their work, with Hitomi eating the treat as she moved more glass into the bag. She finished the tupig right as she swept up the last of the glass, moving the pieces to the plastic bag and tying it off in a knot. She then picked up the paper bag it was inside by the handles, hauling it up from the ground with a huff.

"Oh, could you please throw it in the trash can over there?" the woman said once she saw Hitomi was done. It was only a few feet away from the stand, by the main sidewalk that connected to each alley of the festival. "I don't want it in a place J.M. might reach."

Hitomi nodded and took the bag to the trash can, dropping it inside with a sigh. This certainly wasn't how she imagined her evening going, but at least no one had gotten hurt…

Her eyes widened as she looked back at the stand, seeing a glint under the side table right by the woman's feet. Hitomi gasped, rushing back and dropping down to the ground. She reached over and grabbed the large piece of glass, holding it up when the woman noticed she'd returned.

"Almost missed this piece," Hitomi breathed out in relief. "It ended up a bit away from the others, but I think that's the last of it." She pushed herself up from the ground, pointing back at the trash can. "I'll get going, then. Sorry again for the trouble I caused."

"No need to apologize, dear," the woman said with a smile. "Now you get going. We've kept you here long enough."

Hitomi nodded and made her way back to the trash can, the piece of glass in hand. Right as she was about to drop it inside, there was-

"Oi, Moon Face."

Hitomi flinched at the familiar voice, looking up to see Bakugou was right in front of her. Her eyes went wide and the glass slipped through her fingers, making her let out a hiss as one of the edges cut right into her skin.

"Ow!"

Hitomi pulled her hand back as the glass shard fell into the trash can, cradling her wrist and letting out a gasp as she saw blood leak from her index finger.

Bakugou seemed surprised as well, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the blood. That looked worse than a simple paper cut. "Did you seriously just-"

"You distracted me…!" Hitomi said immediately, turning away slightly and blowing on the cut. The tips of her ears flushed slightly. "What… What are you even doing here?"

God. Fuck. Shit.

Why… was Bakugou here? He should've been with the other group, but of course… he just happened to show up right as she was throwing away a large piece of glass. Of course he had to witness her cut her finger when it easily could've been avoided just by being more careful! She just had to embarrass herself, huh?!

Luck was just not on her side. Not like it ever was for long when it came to trying to avoid him, apparently. Hitomi couldn't help but feel a bit of bitterness at that fact.

"I wanted to ask if you've seen the other dumbasses. Idiots left me on my own and now I can't find them," Bakugou finally scoffed in response.

"I don't know where they are," Hitomi said stiffly. She shook her hand, wincing at the small sting as she fought back the blush she could feel building in her cheeks. "I'm in the other group with Iida. So I haven't seen them."

Please, for the love of god just go away. I don't want to be dealing with this right now.

She was not in the mood to embarrass herself.

Please go away, she chanted in her head, blowing on her finger again. She had to fight the urge to wipe the blood off onto her shorts. Just go. Please. I don't need this right now.

She shook her hand again and finally Bakugou snorted. "Moon Face, for fucks sake-"

He suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling it towards him and making her yelp. Her eyes widened and her face was now a full blown pink as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief and pressing it against her finger. "A cut this deep isn't gonna go away by shaking your hand, dumbass," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You should know that; you're a hero course student."

Hitomi only went silent as he applied pressure to the cut, soaking up the blood and wiping it clean with the small piece of cloth. He proceeded to wrap part of the handkerchief around her finger, holding it in place with one hand as he reached into his pocket again. Bakugou pulled out a pink Hello Kitty band-aid, shooting Hitomi a glare as he saw her eyes widen.

"Don't ask," he scoffed, pulling off the backing with his teeth. "Raccoon Eyes shoved some into my pocket back at the mall when she was trying to empty her bag to dig out her mascara."

He tentatively removed the handkerchief from her finger, wiping away the last of the excess blood and letting out a huff when he saw it no longer seemed to be bleeding. He then placed the band-aid against the cut, securing it with a small nod as he finally let go of her hand. Hitomi only cradled her hand, staring at the band-aid as he stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket and threw away the backings into the trash.

"So… what the fuck were you doing messing around with broken glass?"

Hitomi… didn't say a single word.

She only kept staring at the band-aid, something that should've been a small, insignificant thing. And yet… it was making her face feel warm, causing what felt like heart palpitations in her chest, and a loud pounding in her ears that nearly drowned out everything else.

Why… did he do that for her?

Why did he do… all the things he did for her up to now?

Why did he go out of his way… to be considerate for her when it came to sharing the same room? Why did he take the time to patch up the cut on her back when he could've just let her take care of it herself? Why did he stop to help her when she'd dropped those photos back in the school cafeteria, when he could've easily just continued on to the counter? Why did he go so far as to… take care of her, and say things that would make her feel better the time she was sick?

Why was he making it so hard for her… not to like him?

Everything he did… just seemed to make Hitomi like him more.

But she didn't want it.

She didn't want it…

She didn't want it.

She… didn't want this. She didn't want to risk having feelings for him, to risk destroying whatever kind of friendship it was that they had, to risk the thought of him rejecting her and losing all of it.

No.

She didn't want that.

And she didn't want to deal with this.

A sick feeling soon built in the pit of her stomach, one that felt like a queasy and dizzying mess.

She'd finally gotten her mind off of him during this stupid fucking trip. Had gotten herself to relax for just a little. She hadn't felt the need to stress out about being around him, to panic about how she'd act when he was near, to go out of her way to avoid him.

Why was it impossible for her to break away from him? Was it so hard for him to just… stay away from her for a little?

To not plague her thoughts and make her feel terrified of him finding out about her stupid feelings for him?

Hitomi was getting fed up.

She didn't want to be near him right now.

She stared blankly at his hand as Bakugou snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, the blonde letting out a quiet huff. "Oi, Moon Face. Quit spacing out."

Hitomi suddenly shoved his hand away, looking to the side. She was barely aware her eyebrows were scrunched in a glare. "I wasn't spacing out. I'm not just some airhead, you know!"

Bakugou blinked, clearly a bit surprised by her sharp tone. "…Okay. Then answer when I ask you something. What the fuck were you even doing messing with that glass shard? You should be paying more attention when you're handling that shit so that that doesn't happen." He gestured to the band-aid on her finger with a raised brow.

"I was being careful. But then you startled me and made me cut myself on that glass."

She turned away, clutching her arms with a small scowl on her face. Bakugou's eyes narrowed as his gaze seemed to linger on her.

"Moon Face… the fuck's got you so pissed right now?"

"Huh?" Hitomi huffed. "I just hurt myself on a glass shard. What reason would I have to be mad?"

Bakugou rubbed the back of his neck with a shrug. "You tell me," he said with a small snort. "Because you clearly are."

It's you, Hitomi wanted to blurt out. You're the last person I want to be dealing with right now.

All she wanted at the moment was to get away from him.

"…You." The word had just slipped out, whispered quietly under her breath.

Bakugou hadn't been able to make it out, squinting and reaching for her shoulder. "Oi. You need to speak up."

Hitomi shrugged him off, stepping away from him. "It's you," she repeated more clearly. Only this time, she'd spoken in Tagalog. "[You're the reason I'm fed up…! Is it so hard for you to just… leave me be?]"

Bakugou's eyes had settled into a glare. "Moon Face, I can't understand you-"

"[And I don't want you to]," Hitomi blurted out. Her mouth was running on its own again, working before her brain had the chance to consider what she was saying. "[I thought you were supposed to be an asshole. Stop proving me wrong. Stop showing your concern.

Stop showing me that you care about me.]"

It was the same sentiment she'd whispered the night before, only this time filled with annoyance and frustration. Spite. Ire.

She felt his fingers wrap around her arm, firm to show he wouldn't just let go yet loose enough that it wouldn't hurt her. Hitomi tensed under his grasp, refusing to look at him as he spoke.

"Kanetsukabe." His voice was gruff. "Whatever your problem is, it's not going to get solved by talking to me in a language I can't understand. The hell is up with you?"

Well, she was about to see if he was right.

With a growl, she yanked her arm away, finally looking at him with clear disdain in her gaze. "[It's you. You're the problem! I keep trying to push you away, and it's like you just won't let go…! God, you're such a nuisance!]"

She was so fed up. She was fed up with this stupid song and dance, of trying every which way to make sure her stupid fucking feelings wouldn't be noticed. She was fed up with the fact he was still completely unaware of her damn crush, and yet she still hadn't been able to get rid of it. She was fed up with the fact he was making it so difficult to kick her feelings to the curb, that she still worried or panicked about what would happen to their friendship if he found out.

It shouldn't have been this hard to get rid of her stupid crush.

But unfortunately for Hitomi… turning off your feelings for someone… wasn't so easy.

And deep down, she probably knew it.

"Moon Face," Bakugou wore a scowl of his own, clearly losing his patience now. "For fuck's sake-!"

"Ayoko ka ikaw."

"[I hate you.]" She spoke the words plainly and clearly in Tagalog, as if saying those words would somehow change how she felt. Bakugou went quiet at her tone, his red eyes narrowing at the contempt in her voice.

"[I hate you.]" She said it again, her volume raising as she repeated the phrase two more times. "[I hate you. God, I hate you right now…!]

"Kanetsukabe, the hell…!" Bakugou reached for her shoulders, as if he was planning to shake her to snap her out of it, but Hitomi stepped away from him, pushing his hands away. A bit harsher than she meant to, but it wasn't like the words she had said were much better.

Hitomi glared at him, until she finally turned away, running down the street. She was frustrated, upset, and god, she was fed up with this. All she cared about right now was getting the fuck away from the cause of her bullshit.

Bakugou watched as disappeared into the crowd, scowling and irritated but bewildered nonetheless by what had just taken place.

And Bakugou, being who he was, voiced his frustration angrily.

"What… the hell, Moon Face?!"

A/N: fun fact. I was supposed to post this last Friday. But I really really disliked this one scene in the original draft. So I completely scrapped it and wrote a new one that changed this from 2871 words to 5035 words. I also had to end up altering the art and drawing some new ones because of it lmao. But shoutout to my friend for helping me revise and figure out the new version! The entire scene with Hitomi at the stand with glass bottles up to Bakugou giving her a band-aid was the new addition and my friend helped me work some stuff out ❤️ 💕

With that out of the way.

Hitomi you dumb bitch what are you doing! Handle your feelings in a healthy way for once LORD 😭

She's in her cringe girlloser era right now but I still love her 😔❤️ This is probably gonna be the worst of it tbh.