"I USED WITCHCRAFT, DUH. It's not the first time a man tried to take advantage of my gorgeous looks." Y/n chuckled, bringing her finger back down and onto the steering wheel.

Bakugo formed a line with eyebrows. Not the first time? "...So your quirk, it's witchcraft?"

"In a way. It's more like spell creation. I created a look a like clone for him to make out with." She explained.

Y/n then turned to Bakugo with an alluring grin, making his stomach churn with both disgust and appeal. "I'd never stoop so low for a desperate man like that." She winked, before turning back to face the front.

Bakugo looked out his window, watching as they sped by the trees and other vehicles. So she's a witch...

that explains her weird ass aura.

Y/n opened her car door after she left the bakery, stepping inside with a drink tray with two coffees and a box of donuts. "I'm back!" She hummed, closing the door as she adjusted into the car.

She placed the donut box in Bakugo's lap, sitting the drink tray in hers. She pulled out one of the coffee cups, handing the cold drink to Bakugo. "Here ya go."

"I don't drink that shit."

Y/n slowly turned to him, her eye twitching. "Why didn't you tell me that...before I bought the drink?"

Bakugo gave a devilish smile. "Because I wanted you to waste your money."

She gave a fake laugh before her face fell blank, her setting the coffees into the cup holder of her car. "Whatever. More caffeine for me." She shrugged, opening the donut box as it sat on top of Bakugo's thighs, taking out a glazed donut as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"So, Bakugo." Y/n mumbled as she stuffed the donut in her mouth, pulling onto the street. "You wanna be a hero when you grow up, huh?"

"Do you always ask stupid questions?"

"Geez, just tryna make conversation." Y/n pouted, pushing the glazed treat further into her mouth. "You explode shit, kòrèk?"

*translation: "You explode shit, correct?"

Bakugo glanced to her, squinting his eyes. "What the fuck is that language you keep speaking? It's not Japanese."

"Huh?...Oh! Creole! Sorry, I don't even realize when I flip flop between languages." She chuckled, scratching at the back of her neck. "Does it bother you when you don't know what I'm saying?"

"...Not really. I was just wondering...So you moved here from..."

"From downtown."

"...Downtown Japan?"

"Yeah. My parents are from Haiti, but I was born here. They just speak Creole a bunch—Hand me a donut." She leaned over to him, opening her mouth.

He furrowed his brows angrily. "I'm not fucking feeding you. What are you, a baby?"

"Either you feed me, or I crash the car. Your choice, Baku."

"What the fuck did you call me?"

"Feed. Me. A. Donut." She stammered, sticking out her tongue and wiggling it eagerly.

"Oh my fucking-" Bakugo reached into the box, grabbing a jelly donut and shoving it into her mouth. "HERE!"

Y/n choked as the jelly shot down her throat, her coughing and gagging as she struggled not to laugh with a mouth full of food. She started to lose control of the wheel, making Bakugo panic.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE FUCKING ROAD!!" Bakugo reached over, placing his hands on the wheel before y/n's car could swerve into the next lane.

Y/n laughed as she pulled the jelly donut out of her mouth, taking control of the wheel again. Bakugo relaxed back into his seat, letting out a sigh of relief. "You fucking idiot!"

"You're the one who shoved a jelly donut into my mouth! I nearly died!" Y/n giggled, eating the rest of the half eaten donut.

Bakugo noticed the red jelly filling on y/n's chest, it slowly running from her collarbone and down into her corset. "...Red shit is on your chest."

"I wonder why." Y/n monotoned, clearly joking. "Reach for the napkins in the glove box." She motioned with her eyes to the compartment over Bakugo's knees.

He turned forward, slipping his fingers under the lever and pulling down the glove box, taking out a few white napkins. "Here."

"Wipe the jelly off."

"HUH!? NO! I'M NOT YOU'RE FUCKING BABYSITTER!"

"I needa keep my eyes on the road!! Hurry up before it runs into my shirt!"

Bakugo's eyes shifted from her to her chest, his cheeks bursting into flames. "Fucking hell..." He whispered, shaking out one of the napkins.

He leaned over to y/n as she kept her eyes forward, holding up the napkins to her torso.

As soon as he was about to wipe it, the jelly seemed to have noticed, the filling picking up its pace and falling faster down y/n's chest and into her corset.

"Shit." He whispered. And without thinking...

he reached the napkin into her corset, wiping the jelly from her chest.

Y/n's eyes shot open, Bakugo freezing after realizing what he had done. Not only that...

but he froze...

while his hand...

was against her chest...

in her shirt...