Torn Down The Middle Chapter 4: Seriously?

You made it school in time, barely, and stumbled through the door.

“Y/N! Are you ok?!” Mina almost screamed when she saw you.

“Yeah? Why?” You asked, yet again, completely oblivious to how you looked.

“You look like you got attacked or something?” She said, concerned.

“Nah, this is just me.” You said, striking a pose. “No one understands my style, it’s too high fashion.”

A snort came from nearby and your eyes met with Bakugou’s

“Ayyy! Wassup, bread head.” You yelled loudly at him. “Didn’t run into your stupid ass on the streets this morning.”

“The fuck’d you just say?!” Bakugou yelled angrily.

“God, you don’t miss an opportunity to be down each other’s throats do you?” Jirou moaned.

“That’s what she said.” A guy named Kaminari, chimed in, earning himself an ear jack in the ear from Jirou.

With Kaminari screaming in the background you continued talk to Jirou.

“He just gets under my skin so badly.” You hissed angrily.

“True love.” Mina chuckled sarcastically.

“No one could ever fall in love with that.” Bakugou snorted with distain, still listening in from a distance.

“God, can you just shut up you spikey blond period cramp.” You groaned.

Before he could reply Aizawa walked in and class started.

……………

“What’s on for you tonight?” Mina asked as you two walked out the gates at the end of school.

“Meeting a guy my grandma has picked out for me, apparently.” You said with a laugh.

“Arranged marriage?” Mina cackled.

“Nah it’s kinda a meet and greet thing, to make grandma happy.” You replied, leaving out the part of intending to ‘fake date.’ “My grandma doesn’t have much time left, this is to make her happy.” You said, your eyes falling to the ground and your voice faltering on the end.

Mina went silent for a bit.

“Hey uh, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here, yeah?” She said softly.

You forced a smile and nodded at her, making eye contact briefly before looking away for fear of your true emotions showing.

…………

“Are you ready yet?!” Your mum called up the stairs.

It was go time, you were going to your grandma’s to meet the boy that she said was handsome and all.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little bit nervous.

“Yeah, coming!” You yelled back, trying desperately to find your left shoe.

“Why the FUCK is it always the left one that goes missing?!”

Finally finding it in the bin beside your desk you yanked it on and ran downstairs.

“Y/N, your hair is falling out of it’s pony tail.” Your mum said with an eyeroll. “Come here let me fix it.”

[if you have short hair then just pretend you have long hair here]

“Nah it won’t work,” you started. “It’s doing the thing.”

“What ‘thing’?” Your mum asked with a confused look on her face, eyebrows knitted together. 

“The thing where like, the elastic in the band is stretching but not like, fully stretch stretched, just like, a little too much?” You rambled. “So like, you can get it to loop around your hair two times but then it’s like, not fully tight so you try for a third loop but it’s juuuuust that bit too short so you got this random little bit that’s kinda just THERE and like, WHY?! And ya hair keeps falling out of it and—.”

“Y/N! My god! We could be here all damn day talking about your hairtie!” Your mum said in the most exasperated voice you had ever heard. “Leave. Your goddamn hair. Out!”

“What?”

“Throw the tie away! Leave it out.”

“Ohhh like, let my hair down?”

“YES!”

“Ahhhh gotcha.” You said with a goofy smile as you pulled the tie out of your hair and swished it around a bit, ruffling it with your fingers before shooting your mum the finger guns. “Howzit?”

“Fine.”

“That’s it??”

“Yes, that’s it, LETS GO!!”

And with that you were dragged out the door to the car.

………….

“So do we have any stats on this dude?” You asked calmly in the car on the way there.

“Negative captain, he’s a mystery.” Your dad said in his best ‘spy’ voice. “Not even a name…” He added with a playfully sinister tone to his voice.

“Ok well let’s name him then!” You replied.

Your mum sighed. “You can’t just na—.”

“Squishy.” You said quickly. “I shall name him squishy and he shall be mine.”

Your dad snorted and your mum groaned.

“Ok, no objections then, squishy it is!” You said triumphantly.

As your dad turned the corner into grandmas street you saw a car pull up in her driveway.

“Oh! That must be him!” Your mum said, seeing the same car you were looking at.

A well dressed blonde lady hopped out of the drivers side and an older lady hopped out of the passenger seat.

“Oh! It’s your grandma’s best friend!” Your mum said upon seeing the older lady emerge from the car. “Yes, this is definitely the right people. The boy must still be in the car.” Your mum said as you pulled up on the street.

You watched as the back door opened and a spikey blond head appeared from the rear door.

You paled as he emerged in a black shirt with a white skull on the front of it.

“fuck me dead with a hacksaw.” You mumbled numbly.

“Excuse me?!” Your mum gasped when she heard your unsavory expression.

“…anyone but him…” you continued.

“You know him, pee wee??” Your dad asked as he shut the engine off.

The blond guy turned to look at your car, piercing red eyes met yours for a split second before you ducked down, tucking your head to your knees, the car seatbelt cutting into your stomach.

“DAD.” You hissed. “Start the car!”

“What?!” He chuckled.

“Start the fucking car and get me out of here!!”

“Hey woah!” He replied, “language baby, what’s got you so worked up?”

“I know him!” You hissed again.

“Why? What’s the problem??” He asked again while your mother waved to the guy who was still standing looking at the car.

“DAD! It’s the annoying guy who sits behind me in class! His name is Bakugou!!!”

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