According to the messages in their group chat, they agreed to meet after lunch at around 1pm.

[Since this is the case, I'll wait until four or five in the afternoon before going out.]

Making this decision, Saiki turned to the next page of the comic in his hand.

[By then they should have already gone home and they will not meet.]

Suddenly, he sighed and put down the comic in his hand.

Using his teleportation he appeared in the living room: 'What's wrong, Mother.'

Because he can hear their thoughts through telepathy, his father and mother usually just think about it when they want something from him and just now he heard his mother calling him.

"Oh, Kusuo, there is something I want to trouble you~"

She saw Saiki and happily took out a beautifully wrapped package.

"Could you bring this to Bakugou's house?"

[Bakugou's house?]

Saiki looked at the package in his hand.

'But didn't you want to go out with your friends this afternoon?'

"We were at first... but Mitsuki seemed to have suddenly got sick, so she can't come anymore. Fortunately, I heard that Katsuki-kun will be home today, so he can take care of her."

'So this is?'

He held up the package and looked inside with X-Ray.

"It's just some small snacks~ Although it is not as good as their dishes, it is suitable to eat when you are sick!"

[Are you sure, mother.]

Saiki fell silent when he saw the Japanese desserts that did not look very good.

"Ah, it's already noon... I'll leave this to you, Kusuo!"

She hurriedly put on her coat and put on her shoes at the door.

"Remember to say hello to her for me! ...If she is really uncomfortable, you will stay and help Bakugou take care of her!"

[Help?]

After being ruthlessly left behind by his mother, Saiki was a little lost.

[...Forget it, let's go check the situation first.]

If it's just a sudden cold, maybe he could help.

Going back to his room, he took his shopping list, changed to a black shirt and then went out.

The Bakugou family's house was actually very close, it was only a little farther away than Midoriya's House.

Saiki rang the doorbell of the front of the gate with the word "Bakugou" written on it.

"Hello... it's Kusuo?"

It was Mitsuki Bakugou who came to open the door, who looked tired and in very low spirits.

"Hello, I was sent by my mother to visit..."

"It's alright, come in!"

Interrupting Saiki, a smile appeared on her face and she looked much better.

Saiki was forced to sit down on the sofa, as Mitsuki took the desserts he brought to the kitchen and brought some out.

The dessert Saiki got was not one of the desserts he brought, it seemed like it was made by them.

He carefully out a piece into his mouth, the taste was very good, sweet but savory, the one who made it should be either Bakugou or his father.

'Are you feeling unwell?'

Mitsuki bit into a biscuit and froze, then swallowed it indifferently.

"It's no big deal, there are these days every month."

[So it's her menstruation?]

Saiki didn't ask any more questions and felt a bit relieved.

Eating his dessert quietly, neither Mitsuki nor Saiki spoke again.

But there was one thing, that made Saiki a bit speechless.

Mitsuki looked calm on the surface but was actually screaming—Kusuo is such a good child! He helps his mother run errands and care about others, completely different from the brat in her family!!!

'...I will go upstairs to check on Bakugou.'

Saiki found it a bit difficult to sit down and hear such thoughts, so he just made up an excuse and escaped.

Bakugou's bedroom was on the second floor and since Saiki has been there many times, so he was already familiar with the house.

He politely knocked on the door first and after discovering that no one answered, he directly opened the door and went in.

At a glance, there was no one in the bedroom, but there was a sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Saiki didn't plan to go down to face Mitsuki Bakugou again. So he leaned against the bed and started playing with the gaming console of Bakugou.

...

Bakugou mercilessly rejected Kirishima's invitation to go shopping with their class and was training alone at home for the entire morning.

When he returned to his bedroom, he decided to take a shower first because he felt uncomfortable with all the sweat.

"Click" as he opened the bathroom door, Bakugou came out still wet since he was at home, only wearing shorts and a towel on his head.

He rubbed his hair casually, tossed the towel aside and raised his head.

Saiki: '...Good afternoon.'

Bakugou: "..."

[Holy shit.]

Looking at the expressionless teenager sitting on the edge of his bed with embarrassment, Bakugou felt that it was a little too much for his heart.

After taking a shower, he saw that the person who had been hiding from him for days sitting in his bedroom obediently.

——For a moment he didn't know whether he should put on his clothes or take off his pants.

'What are you thinking.'

Saiki squinted his eyes giving him a bad look, his tone threatening.

"..."

Bakugou shook his head quickly to show his innocence.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Why are you here?"

Saiki turned his gaze back to the gaming console in his hand, which showed that he had broken his highest record.

'My mother asked me to help bring something.'

[It's not good to just bring something and leave, so I stayed a little longer.]

Bakugou took a few seconds to ger himself together and then put on the shirt on the back of his chair.

"Every time that old lady is obviously okay, but she makes herself look weak to command others around."

Plugging in the hairdryer fiercely, he muttered this.

'Although it might not hurt, it can still be tiring, I don't think she would pretend that.'

Saiki didn't lift his head, his voice directly sounded in the other person's brain, so even if the sound of the hairdryer was too loud, it would not obstruct him from hearing his words.

"Of course I know that! But taking advantage of it to let me do so many things is pissing me off!"

Bakugou grinded his teeth, he knew that, but he was just really frustrated and wanted to hit someone.

He raised his eyebrow but kept playing the game on his hands.

'I broke your record.'

"!?"

Suddenly the sound of him blowing his head stopped, Bakugou threw away the blowdryer and turned over on the bed.

Feeling the heat from another person behind his neck, Saiki's fingers tightened and he sat more up straight.

"...Hmph, I haven't played this game since going to high school!"

After discovering which record Saiki broke, Bakugou was instantly reassured and said this with disdain in his tone.

Saiki was unimpressed: 'That's still the highest record you have made.'

In the end, his hand speed increased and did a series of combos. He put down the game console and leaned back with ease, but then he suddenly hit something soft with the back of his neck.

Saiki: "..."

After realizing what it was, he froze for a moment.

"...Then you try this."

Bakugou seemed to be unaware, still lying on the bed, he reached out from behind Saiki and pressed on the gaming console twice.

Saiki held his posture of leaning against the bed, his fingertips touched the soft palm of Bakugou while he was still holding the gaming console. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the teenager's focused side profile and his fluffy, curly blond short hair.

'No matter which game the results will be the same.'

After a short pause, he turned his gaze back to the console and said this calmly.

"I don't believe you."

Bakugou snorted and accidentally brushed against Saiki's ear when retracting his hand.

'...Believe it or not, it's the truth.'

Throwing away the gaming console in his hand, Saiki stood up.

'I'm going out later, so I'm leaving.'

"Are you afraid?"

Turning over and lying on the bed, Bakugou looked at him provocatively.

Saiki didn't even acknowledge his provocation: 'If you have so much free time you should go accompany your mother.'

After saying that, he walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

The door was closed in front of his eye and Bakugou kept his position.

"..."

He turned his head to look at the gaming console that was cruelly dropped and the corner of his mouth moved, he finally couldn't suppress it anymore, curling up.

[——Fuck.]

The pair of crimson eyes flashed with a sense of pride, as Bakugou recalled the others' stiff shoulders and neck, he couldn't bear it and covered his increasingly obvious smile with his hands.

[——Who let you fucking hide from me.]

...

In the end, Saiki was unable to go home directly. Hearing that he was going to go shopping to buy something, Mitsuki Bakugou was overjoyed, she pulled Bakugou over and said that they could go together.

Saiki: "..."

He really wanted to refuse, every single cell in his whole body didn't want to go together with him.

In order to have some peace for the next two hours, he glanced at Bakugou.

——It's time for you to rebel against your mother again.

A smirk appeared on Bakugou's face for a split second and then he feigned innocence, his face was practically telling him"Don't blame me if you don't want to then you to tell her."

Saiki: "..."

Saiki could only accept his fate and then the two of them walk out the door like best friends.

'Where are you going? '

As soon as they left her line of sight, Saiki showed no mercy and expressed a strong desire to split up.

"I'm fine going anywhere."

Bakugou didn't care as he shoved his hands into his pockets and slowly walked behind Saiki.

[If you don't have anywhere to go then go back.]

Saiki had a blank expression: 'If it's something that your mother wants, it should be available at a 24-hour convenience store. '

[So we are going different paths, goodbye.]

"But we still have to buy something for the training camp..."

Bakugou glanced at him and said indifferently.

'There are a lot of things in the Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall, there must be something you want. '

Saiki spoke quickly.

Bakugou: "...so we have to go to the Kamino Ward."

Raising a smirk again, he looked extremely innocent.

Saiki who planned to go to the Kamino Ward, because the others of his class were going to the Kiyashi Ward: '......'

[I always feel that this person knows a bit too much about me.]