Crowds fill the open building, flooding in and out of shops all around the mall. Blurry faces creating a ocean of chatting happy people. A summer breeze wanders around the clear blue sky lift up small wisps of (Y/n)'s hair, pushing it in front of her face as a calm expression claims her features, her finger glides on the side of her face as she pushes the (H/c) strand behind her ear, gaining control back of her untamable hair.

(Y/n) has to admit, it's nice being in a place full of so much joy and smiling busy people enjoying their Sunday morning. She too was sharing her morning with her cousin, Izuku, having decided that they would just wander around one of the biggest malls in the city, before school starts. Their shopping bags hanging around their wrists as they keep going, looking at all the bright signs of stores.

"Hey (Y/n) I will be right back, I just noticed some of my friends over there." Izuku points out using his head to show (Y/n) the direction they stand. Her eyes scanned over the two figures, a tall man with dark hair, glasses falling to the tip of his nose - to which he quickly pushes back up- having a deep light hearted conversation with the small bubbly girl next to him, her brown hair bopping up and down as she claps her hands in excitement. Even tho their conversation was inaudible, (Y/n) couldn't help but smile.

"Sure. I will be in there looking around for more stuff." She points out a store in which the Green Bean could find her in after he was done talking. They both nod determined and go on their separate ways.
" HEY GUYS!" (Y/n) laughs to herself hearing him run towards them, his footsteps fading into the background noise of the mall. The strings of her paper bags tug on her wrists harshly as they become sore from the weight. Yet she pushes her thoughts away from it and continues inwards into the clothing store.

Racks of clothes, all kinds of shades and colors swarm around the store, some standing proudly on manikins. As the radio music sung in the background, her mind too busy focusing on the clothes that hung neatly to even acknowledge the lyrics. Her fingers grip the fabric of one shirt, rubbing the material between her fingertips as her mind wonders if it will suit her.

"GO PUT IT ON YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!"
"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG I'M NOT PUTTING THAT ON"
"M-ma'am please stop yelling or we will have to tell you to--"
" SHUT UP!" The voices boom together in union, even (Y/n) flinches as the two fight. She is right to guess that all eyes are on the pair in the corner, but soon all the people turn away fearing to be brought into this commotion. A big wack suddenly echoes as a groan follows afterwards.

(Y/n)'s point of view
I can't help it. I turn the corner in search of that womanly voice, it was familiar to me. Nearing the shelves, I spot a very well known ashy blonde spiked hair style. A deep shade of purple hugs her body in a shape of a blazer as her long black pencil skirt hides underneath. Red eyes flicker over to the side as they spot me, the woman's eyebrows narrow together as her attention fully falls on me.

" Mrs.Bakugo?" My shoulders fall down from their tight position relaxing as I see her, no longer feeling that bother of curiosity eating away at me.
"(Y/n)?" It takes her a good few seconds to realize who I actually am, but once she does a smile curls up on her thin lips as her brow relaxes.
"It's been years!" I drag the heavy bags over to close the far distance, that way I can talk properly.
"My my! Haven't you grown into a beautiful lady! I love what you've done with your hair." Her fingers reach over and take a hold of a single strand of hair for only a second before pulling away. Sharing huge smiles, a small giggle escapes us both thinking of the funny way of reuniting again.

" I look bloody stupid in this shit!" The changing room door harshly swings open nearly knocking down the passing poor staff member that held return-clothes in her arms. But it luckily misses as the young man storms over, hands deep within his pockets with a dark pink vest shirt, showing off his quite well toned arms. Yet the words printed on the shirt could easily distract anyone from staring at him, "mommy's little badass." Eyes widening slightly, I cover my mouth with my hand to hide the smile, knowing what Mrs.Bakugo's son furious reaction would be like, since I knew how easily furious his mother could get.

Third person point of view
Yet his angered yelling directed to his old hag stops before he can even say a word. His raging eyes fly over towards the girl stood in front of her, questions already staring to cloud his mind as he only gives a confused look waiting for answers from the old hag. Completely forgetting what he's wearing. Part of him in some weird way felt like he knew the answers that he was asking, like; who is she? why is she here? Why is she wasting our time? Maybe she's just an employee, but by the look of her face she clearly has to be around his age, and with all the bags that hang on her, he comes to a conclusion that she definitely didn't work here, but why is someone of his own age talking to his mother.
"See it looks lovely on you!" Mrs.Bakugo grins, showing her fanged teeth.
"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG, THIS SHIT LOOK RIDICULOUS!" Once more like a ticking time bomb, he explodes in anger, throwing his hands out of his pockets. Knuckles turning white as he grips his fingers tightly in two fists.
"STOP CALLING ME THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Without missing a heartbeat she barks back at her son. To which they both receive a gentle giggle from (Y/n) at their sudden outbursts. 
"Sorry to disturb you and your morning Mrs.Bakugo" The stunning girl bows her respects.
"How many times have I told you, call me Mitsuki, no need for formalities dear." She smiles down at her with a light blush coating her cheeks at her politeness. Which only makes her giggle again. (E/c) eyes meet Bakugo's gaze as she lets a pink smile coat her lips.
"It really suits you Bakugo" And with that, before Bakugo can even say a word to her, a voice is heard catching all of their attention.

"Hey!!" (Y/n) snaps her head round to look at the small bundle of floof called Midoriya waving towards her from the entrance, yet a embarrassed, shocked blush coats his cheeks as he catches a sight of Bakugo's harsh mean glare peeking over (Y/n)'s shoulder. The balls of Midoriya's feet fall onto the ground properly, since he is so small he had to stand on his tip toes to make sure his cousin could see him over everything. Seeing Bakugo is quite the shocking - and quite frankly unpleasant- surprise.

"Coming!" (Y/n) calls back over with her hand cupping the side of her lip to make sure her voice is loud enough for him to hear.
"It's nice seeing you again, you should really come over for dinner some time." Mitsuki says happily, as she ignores the confused blank stare she's keeps being given by her brat of a son.
"I will make sure to do that. Thank you. Bye for now!" And with that (Y/n) turns on her heels heading towards the entrance of the store. But as Bakugo watches her making her way, his eyes see how the corner of a loose shelf cuts one of the small paper bags that hangs around (Y/n). The purchased piece of  black clothing slips out through the tare onto the floor without her noticing.

Bakugo doesn't bother to notify on what he's doing to his mother as she goes back to looking at more pants and shirts. He dips down scooping up the soft thick material of what he guesses to be some sort of hoodie. Giving it a longing look for a moment, he speaks up as he rises his hand up, seeing with the corner of his eyes a blur of a figure in front of him.
"Hey! You dropped this!" Yet when he has no reply immediately, he looks up, only to see his hand was stretched out towards a manikin and not to the girl that was just talking to his Old Hag. Eyes widen immediately in embarrassment as he makes some sort of sound of a stuttering gasp, his cheeks now matching the colour of his eyes. But before he can fix his mistake, Bakugo watches as she leaves with Midoriya and the other two losers he dislikes. The tall one and the bubbly one, he didn't really give a shit on remembering their names.

Looking down at his hand he looks at the fallen hoodie, thinking deeply wither to even find a way to give it back to you or not. It's not like he cares what happens to it. A groan leaves his lips as he ties it around his waist so he won't lose it too. The tug of the price tag on his back pulls the angsty teen back into reality.
"Ooh it's on a sale! " Mitsuki sings near his ear.
"QUIT IT YOU OLD HAG IM NOT GETTING THIS, NO WAY IN HELL AM I GOING TO WEAR IT! AND WHO THE HELL WAS THAT EXTRA! " Growling like a wild animal he glares at her, hitting her hand away from the price tag. To which he gets a big wack to the top of his head.
"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP I SWEAR!" Growling back, Bakugo could only reply with a groan of annoyance as he crosses his arms after rubbing the throbbing pain on his head.
"You still haven't answered my question!" Mitsuki only looks at him for a moment longer, before a smirk paints on her face and rolls her eyes.
"You figure it out, you dumbass." She turns away leaving him as puzzled and annoyed as ever. This is surely is going to claw at him, not because he cares! He just doesn't like being left in the dark to be left looking like a fool! Turning on his heels he storms off to change back into his normal shirt, hoodie still tightly wrapped around his waist.

Y/n's point of view
Meanwhile as I walk with Midoriya, he casually introduces his friends to me. Turning to the guy known as Iida, I listen as he talks about what honor it is to be studying at UA, all eyes on him. The conversation continues onwards as we all stroll around, but the aching in my feet grows, becoming noticeable, so having all decided to head to a small café to get coffee and rest for a little bit.

I rest my bags against the side of my bare legs, I thought it would be nice to wear shorts on a day like this, after all I needed to stay cool. Uraraka squeezes past me to sit next me in the small comfy booth.
"I feel like getting iced green tea or maybe.." She hums looking at the writing, reading the menu to herself quietly to not disturb anyone. A habit I think grew from listening to Midoriya mumble all the time, it doesn't creep me out as much as it does Midoriya and Iida.
"I-I do that?" Midoriya points towards her, referring to the creepy mumbles escaping under her breath. Which only gets me laughing slightly as Iida agrees.

"(Y/n) I'm sorry if I seem rude, but have you been here before? Your not taking interest in the menu" Iida speaks up having noticed the lack of a menu in my hand.
"Oh I already know what I'm having" Smiling politely I give a small giggle, my fingers rubbing my sore red wrists. After a few more moments a waiter wonders over taking our orders. Everyone's eyes grow slightly surprised when they hear me say I will only take iced lemon water. Sure it's too hot for actually coffee, but lemon water seems so.. plain. They all shrug stopping their judgment, since their choices are all very weird too.

"Iida isn't it a bit too hot to be drinking black coffee?"
"None sense! This amazing beverage should be enjoyed in any situation!" He acts rather animated, but in a good funny way.

Pressing the cool glass to my lip as I take a sip of the lemon water, hearing the ice clink together softly as they swim around. The cold pricking my skin slightly, my (e/c) watching as droplets of water kiss the outside of the glass and slides down into my wet palm. I let my mind settle and wander for a moment thinking about Mitsuki's invitation, I surely want to settle into school first before I make any stops to have dinner. Plus it kinda amuses me, just feeling the confusion practically radiating off the hothead. A smile spreads on my lips as I turn to face the counter, my chin leaning on my palm, just watching the steam of the coffee machine fading into the air, the customers eyeing the deserts and the menu hanging above them. Yet for some reason I can't fully focus on the aesthetics of the café, maybe it's the worry about going to a new school tomorrow. Or maybe it's because of the excitement running through my veins. No, there is definitely a thought that battled over all the rest. Of him. It makes me grin thinking of how silly it really is. But.

That shirt really does suit him.