“Muuuumm!! My life is ruined so I’m going to change my name and move to the Bahamas.” You screamed as you entered the house after school that day.
“The theatrics.” Your mother sighed as she walked from the study room and out into the hall. “What happened now, child? School finished a minute late and you had to sit in class for a whole minute longer?”
“No one understands my life.” You moaned.
Your mum laughed. “No, what happened? Tell me.”
“Ok, well you know how fake boyfriend and I were gonna do the fake thing?” You said with flamboyant arm movements.
“Yeah?” Your mum replied dubiously.
“Yeah, well now we’re legit doing the fakey datey because his aunty is watching us like a hawk and I’m pretty sure SHE was the one who spread the rumors about us being together.”
“Wait? What? Aunty? What aunty?” Your mum said, confused.
“Ok so TL;DR – Bakugou’s aunty is the devil and she’s gonna freeze their income of she finds out we’re faking the dating.”
“What’s it to her though?” Your mum asked, still not following.
“I have no idea what her angle is?” You groaned in exasperation. “All I know is I’m stuck with the physical manifestation of a urinary tract infection when all I wanna do is get to know doki doki Todoroki.”
“Wait? Todoroki? We know the Todoroki family well.” Your mum said. “Do you have a Todoroki boy in your class? Who is it? Touya? Natsuo? Shouto?”
“What?!” You screamed. “We know the family? Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?!”
“I didn’t realize it was that important!” Your mum laughed, holding her arms up in defense.
“How do we know them?” You asked, putting your bag down.
“Through business, your dad and Enji have had a lot to do with each other over the years.”
“I need a drink.” You said, turning stiffly and walking to the fridge.
After pouring yourself something you sat down and took a sip.
“Ok. Would I have met any of these boys before?” You asked.
Your mum nodded. “Yes, at a few engagements actually.”
“…..at my aunty’s wedding that I was flower girl for?” You asked.
Your mum thought a moment. “Yes I think they were there…but if I remember correctly, not all the kids came maybe one or two came?…”
“Which. One. Or. Two. Came?” You asked, staring your mum down in earnest.
“Woah! Detective Y/N on the case.” Your mum laughed. “I can’t remember, why?”
“Do we have photo’s of the day?” You continued.
“Yes? In an album somewhere?” Your mum said, still amused at your sudden change of focus.
“Where is the album?” You asked, standing up.
“Upstairs in my cupboard?” She replied.
“Thanks and bye.” You said quickly, taking your drink and bolting upstairs.
“If you spill drink on my carpet!” Your mum threatened as you dashed out of sight.
For the next 4 hours you trawled through album after album trying to find pictures from your aunties wedding but you came up short. There was no evidence at all.
You sighed. “Am I thinking too much into this? What if that dream never happened, or what if did happen….but with someone else and not Shouto Todoroki.”
You closed the last album and put it away, standing up to leave.
“Wait but in the dream that boy gave me a ring? What if I find the ring? If I have the ring then that dream has to be correct, right?”
You turned and went to your room, walking to your cupboard and immediately ripping objects out in a frantic search.
A good hour later you pulled out a pretty flower band that you recognized immediately as the band you wore on the day of the wedding.
You smiled at it fondly, grateful that you had kept it all this time. You reached up and put it on your head.
Looking in the mirror, you did a twirl, the band falling off your head and onto the floor. A small item bounced out of it and you gasped.
“Shit. I’ve broken it.” You frowned.
Then you took a proper look at the object.
It was a small [favourite colour] ring. You gasped again.
“Oh my god! It’s real!” You screamed.
You bent down and picked the ring up, turning it over as you looked at it. You looked around and found your old jewelry box, and, pulling out a chain, you slipped the ring onto it and put the chain around your neck. clipping it closed.
“There, now I have the ring with me at all times.” You thought, smiling down at it before tucking it inside your shirt.
“Oi.” A gruff voice said from behind you as you almost reached the gates of UA.
You turned around. “Ahhh well if it isn’t my bipolar bomb of a fake boyfriend.” You said cheerfully. “What can I do for you on this fine morning? Keep my distance? WITH PLEASURE!” You said loudly, turning to walk away.
He grabbed your wrist. “Listen here, you fucking disaster.” He said, glancing at the state of your hair. “We need to make this legit so shut up or I’ll blast your ass into next week.”
You pouted angrily but didn’t say anything.
“And fix your fucking hair.” He scowled, letting go of your wrist.
“I’VE TRIED!” You snapped, “but my hairtie is doing the thing.”
“Tch. Pass it here.” Bakugou grunted.
“Exploding it isn’t going to help, you angry nugget.” You said with a scowl.
“Turn around.” He ordered as you handed him the tie.
You obeyed and turned your back to him.
Uncharacteristically tenderly Bakugou raked his fingers through your hair and plaited it on one side, doing a diagonal plait to the opposite side of the bottom of your skull and using the tie to finish it off.
“There. Now you don’t look like shit.” He said nonchalantly as he brushed past you and marched to class.
You gently patted your hair to feel his work.
“Dayum son??! The boy’s got skills!?”
You followed slowly behind, walking to the classroom.
“Y/N!” Mina gasped. “Your hair is beautiful! You actually put effort it.” She laughed.
“No actually, Gordon Ramsey with a quirk, did it for me!?” You said, glancing over at Bakugou who had his back to you at that point.
Mina laughed. “Ok I know you two are supposed to be dating but you don’t use any endearing terms?”
“We live off teasing each other.” You said with a shrug.