IT HAD BEEN ABOUT THREE DAYS since the Sunday lunch at the l/n residence, specifically since Bakugo's first conversation with y/n.

Well... "conversation".

Ever since then, Bakugo hadn't spoken a word to her, not even from his window. But over the course of a few days, Bakugo learned couple of things about the odd girl.

It appeared she didn't go to school, since every morning, when he left the house, she was still inside her room. And after school, she was sitting on her bed as if she had been there the whole day.

She apparently loves music, as the faint sound of her CDs blasting from her stereo could be heard from Bakugo's bedroom daily.

She would be reading a lot, but not just sitting and reading like she enjoyed it. It looked like she would be studying something, and practicing something too.

And lastly...

she obviously didn't care about privacy.

On Tuesday, after school, Bakugo walked up to his room to see y/n making out with a boy on her bed.

No attempt to close her curtains. No attempt to even hide the boy.

Bakugo was so flustered that he closed his own curtains, uncomfortable knowing that his neighbor was sucking a boys face from across the yard.

Fucking weirdo.

Bakugo stepped outside through his front door, closing and locking it behind him. It was another early spring morning for him, Bakugo on his way to walk the train station for a long day of training at U.A.

As he walked down to his gate and onto the public sidewalk, he noticed y/n leaving her house too, keys dangling from her wrist.

She was dressed in a black corset body suit and black cargo styled joggers with boots, her locs decorated in gold hair cuffs. She had a black purse hanging on her shoulder, along with a large guitar case.

It was the first time he'd seen her outside of her room, more specifically the first time he'd seen her dressed in outside clothes.

Y/n turned to him after she locked her front door, her eyes immediately lighting up. "Long time, no see, Bakugo!" She waved, skipping down her porch steps and towards her car.

Bakugo lightly rolled his eyes, walking down the sidewalk past her driveway.

"Off to school?" She asked, opening her car door and leaning her body against the vehicle, her arm sitting on the hood of the compact red car.

Bakugo continued walking, not in the mood to deal with her. "No shit, Sherlock. I'm guessing with that ugly outfit, you aren't." He dissed.

Y/n laughed, setting her guitar case into the backseat of her car. "Get in." She called out to him as he was almost past her house, him turning over his shoulder.

He glared at her, stopping on the sidewalk and turning his full body to her. "Huh?"

"You're gonna take a public train to school? Why not let me drive you? We can stop for breakfast! What time does your school start?"

"...Fuck off." Bakugo hissed, turning back around and walking to his location. "I don't need your help."

"Awww don't be like that! I just wanna give a cute boy a ride to school!" She whined, sticking out her bottom lip.

Bakugo stopped at her words, his brain straining with irritation. "...Do you ever shut up?"

"I'll shut up if you get in the car."

"No. Fuck off."

"I'm only letting you drive me because I need to save my strength today for training." Bakugo mumbled as he crossed his arms, looking out the window as y/n drove out of the neighborhood.

She laughed, turning on her right blinker to pull onto the main road. "Yeah, yeah. What time does school start for ya? 8:30? 9?"

"...8:25."

Y/n glanced at the radio clock, it reading 7:30 a.m. "We've got plenty of time! I'll take us to the bakery and I'll go in to buy us breakfast, k?"

"...Shut up. You said you would if I got in the car."

Y/n sighed, holding in her chuckles. "Geez, you're a little brat, aren't cha?"

"I'm not a fucking brat, you brat!" Bakugo turned to her, holding up his hand and creating small explosions with them.

She rolled her eyes, focusing on the road up ahead. "...Since you won't ask, I'm heading to band practice."

"I didn't fucking ask." Bakugo muttered as he settled back into his seat, facing the front.

"I know that. That's why I'm telling you, keep up." She teased. "I had to make out with the manager so he'd let me on as lead singer and guitarist. He was desperate for a vocalist and some soft lips, so I gave him what he wanted." She explained, her braking at a red light.

Bakugo turned to her, his face scrunching with annoyance. "So you made out with some stranger to get a spot on the band?"

"Pretty much."

"...Sounds like he took advantage of your stupid ass."

Y/n glanced over to him, before bursting out laughing. Bakugo lifted his eyebrow with confusion. "Why the fuck are you giggling!?"

"Hah, oh god, regrèt! It's just you think so low of me, Bakugo!"

*translation: "Hah, oh god, sorry!"

"What the fuck are you talking about now?"

She lifted her finger as she pressed on the gas to take off from the green light, a blue twinkling cloud exerting from her fingertip.

Bakugo's eyes widened. "...What the hell?"

"...I used witchcraft, duh."